[SE] safety off, fire away

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Hissing in a breath to feel the teeth nip at his earlobe this time, Danta doesn't know whether or not he'd prefer to have his fingers tangled around sleek obsidian right now, hanging on for dear life, or if he's enjoying the way he can run his fingers full through Asta's hair. And as the other man's command rumbles through the air between them - as he's moved and adjusted until he can feel the hot breeze caressing his bare skin in places previously covered by fabric - he doesn't really give a damn any more.

"My pleasure," he mumbles wickedly against Asta's lips, already reaching back to free the butcher from his own clothing, the movement taking him barely an inch away from his mouth, but he resists the urge to steal another kiss. "Remember, though - you need to be quiet." As if Asta is going to be the one struggling to keep the noise down.

Hissing in a soft breath and squeezing the hard length of the butcher's cock, Danta's hips tilt forward, pressing him flush against the other man, before he takes him slowly, his breathy exhale all but fluttering across Asta's lips. "Is the beach still empty?" he wonders, every muscle in his torso feeling suddenly tight, and only as he forces himself to relax does a low moan escape his throat.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!