in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Danta huffs, a half smile kicking up the corner of his mouth as he struggles to free them from their clothes. It's your fault for driving me fucking wild. Back arching against the brush of a spaded tail against his spine, the Maverick finally shoves his pants down enough for some much needed relief of his own, though he's leaning forward again almost without his own permission to taste Asta's lips a second time.
One hand slips between their bodies, fingers wrapping around the hard length of both of their cocks, stroking out a rhythm that brokers no room for teasing or idle arousal. He wants Asta, and he wants him now. "If you don't fuck me in the next minute I won't be held responsible." He growls the warning into the other man's mouth, though it's near impossible to pull himself away from the butcher. Blood hangs heavy in their air and the evidence of their chaos and violence lays mere feet away - can he really be blamed?
One hand slips between their bodies, fingers wrapping around the hard length of both of their cocks, stroking out a rhythm that brokers no room for teasing or idle arousal. He wants Asta, and he wants him now. "If you don't fuck me in the next minute I won't be held responsible." He growls the warning into the other man's mouth, though it's near impossible to pull himself away from the butcher. Blood hangs heavy in their air and the evidence of their chaos and violence lays mere feet away - can he really be blamed?
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
