in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
All but falling over the carcass of the deer to allow himself to slide atop the other man, Danta's tongue is as greedy in Asta's mouth as it had been in devouring their kill, and he stretches himself taut against the hard length of his body, one of his forearms braced against the blood-soaked earth. The other hand clasps Asta's jaw, as if worried he might pull away for some reason, and only when Danta has satisfied himself on the taste of the butcher does he draw back, panting.
He doesn't say it, and he doesn't need to, the words sitting just behind his teeth and all but singing out of him wherever they touch - you're mine and I want you. As the other man's possessive hands grasp at his hips, Danta is already unbuttoning his pants, followed by Astaroth's. This isn't the time or the place for the reverent removal of clothing, for stripping each other bare and enjoying each other for hours, and the Maverick intends only to take off the minimum to drag further pleasure out of the both of them.
He doesn't say it, and he doesn't need to, the words sitting just behind his teeth and all but singing out of him wherever they touch - you're mine and I want you. As the other man's possessive hands grasp at his hips, Danta is already unbuttoning his pants, followed by Astaroth's. This isn't the time or the place for the reverent removal of clothing, for stripping each other bare and enjoying each other for hours, and the Maverick intends only to take off the minimum to drag further pleasure out of the both of them.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
