// there's shadows on the walls //
Asta isn't the only one hanging on by a thread - twisting as if to try and understand the pressure around him caused by the butcher's shadow, Danta soon decides that he doesn't care as long as it keeps feeling good, the Maverick forced to arch forward a little to grasp his hand against the leather belt, as if to keep the other man down even as things rapidly start to slip out of either of their control. "Gods, I'm so fucking close," he hisses, his hips and thighs protesting at the brutal pace, but he can't find it in him to care.
Taken almost by surprise by the lance of pleasure that thunders through him, despite his prior warnings Danta is utterly lost in it, and it's Asta's name that rings off the walls of the room as he cums. Seized by the reckless bliss of his own climax, the Maverick bites hard enough at the inside of his cheek and against his lower lip to have blood instantly springing to the surface, dripping freely down onto the other man, and fuck, if he thought he'd keep his tongue, he'd have already been kissing him.
Taken almost by surprise by the lance of pleasure that thunders through him, despite his prior warnings Danta is utterly lost in it, and it's Asta's name that rings off the walls of the room as he cums. Seized by the reckless bliss of his own climax, the Maverick bites hard enough at the inside of his cheek and against his lower lip to have blood instantly springing to the surface, dripping freely down onto the other man, and fuck, if he thought he'd keep his tongue, he'd have already been kissing him.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
