Dantalion
but you can't be free
"I bet everyone enjoys it while it lasts, though," Danta whispers, held very much at bay by the butcher's fingers tight in his hair, preventing him from moving as much as he'd like. (Not that he's at all complaining). Inhaling sharply as Asta rushes forward all of a sudden, the bitten back moan that leaves his throat is as much surprise as pleasure, able to feel each tantalising prick of teeth against his flesh, a pressure he leans into the second the butcher's hands are slipping along the length of his spine.
Coaxed closer - close enough to smell the blood beading up beneath Asta's fangs, Danta relishes the rumble of sound he can feel as well as hear, his own hands greedy against scarred shoulders and dark hair, his head tilting as the other man's lips and tongue migrate up towards his ear. "You could flip me over and fuck me in full view of the beach and I wouldn't care." he moans, pressed flush against the taller Ancient. "But... there is something to be said for having to try to be quiet."
Smirking and rolling his hips against Asta's once again, clearly Danta is game for anything.
Coaxed closer - close enough to smell the blood beading up beneath Asta's fangs, Danta relishes the rumble of sound he can feel as well as hear, his own hands greedy against scarred shoulders and dark hair, his head tilting as the other man's lips and tongue migrate up towards his ear. "You could flip me over and fuck me in full view of the beach and I wouldn't care." he moans, pressed flush against the taller Ancient. "But... there is something to be said for having to try to be quiet."
Smirking and rolling his hips against Asta's once again, clearly Danta is game for anything.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
