// there's shadows on the walls //
Cold blue eyes glint with the sudden thrill of a choice, Danta letting his head tilt to one side as he gazes down at the butcher. "I did say I was going to fuck you," he rumbles, nosing against the underside of Asta's jaw with the full intention of pulling away at the slightest snap of teeth. "But gods, I do always want your cock," he adds in a rough whisper, hissing in a breath and sitting himself up abruptly, hand pressing over the spaded tip of the butcher's tail against his chest as he readjusts to sit back astride the other man.
"I s'pose I should take full advantage of this view," he reasons, gazing down at Asta through hooded eyes and reaching back with his free hand to grasp his cock. He never looks away from that dark gaze as he shifts and moves, stroking his length and slowly sinking down onto it, breath stuttering in his chest. "Fuck," he hisses, his back arching deliciously into it, head tilting toward the canopy of sheets overhead.
"I s'pose I should take full advantage of this view," he reasons, gazing down at Asta through hooded eyes and reaching back with his free hand to grasp his cock. He never looks away from that dark gaze as he shifts and moves, stroking his length and slowly sinking down onto it, breath stuttering in his chest. "Fuck," he hisses, his back arching deliciously into it, head tilting toward the canopy of sheets overhead.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
