in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
There's a feral sort of fire burning in Danta's usually cold eyes, a challenge that suggests that he'll show Asta how eager he is if he wants to try teasing him too much right now. Hissing a mix of anticipation and impatience as he's shifted back and forced to stop lavishing them both with attention, it's only the not-enough sensation of the butcher's cock that has him clinging on to patience like a lifeline. The taunt, though, has him raising his brows, fingers flinching against the other man's shirt where he's braced a hand against his chest.
"Later, I'll show you." He whispers it like a threat, because if Danta really wanted to take the reins, he'd be flipping Asta over in the dirt and fucking him as if his life depended on it. For now, though, he tightens his fingers in the other man's shirt and sinks down onto the hard length of his cock, lips parting in a decadent moan, leaning into the possessive grip of his hands.
Without even a moment of pause to adjust or enjoy, the Maverick's hips are already moving, setting a pace that begs Asta to join him lest he drag himself over the edge too quickly and leave the butcher wanting. "Fuck," he breathes, "you always feel so fucking good."
"Later, I'll show you." He whispers it like a threat, because if Danta really wanted to take the reins, he'd be flipping Asta over in the dirt and fucking him as if his life depended on it. For now, though, he tightens his fingers in the other man's shirt and sinks down onto the hard length of his cock, lips parting in a decadent moan, leaning into the possessive grip of his hands.
Without even a moment of pause to adjust or enjoy, the Maverick's hips are already moving, setting a pace that begs Asta to join him lest he drag himself over the edge too quickly and leave the butcher wanting. "Fuck," he breathes, "you always feel so fucking good."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
