Dantalion
but you can't be free
"We'll see about that," Danta taunts, his fanged smile suggesting that he'll make it his mission to pry apart Asta's control by the end of this, if for no other reason than to prove himself right. (Notwithstanding the fact that he also finds it insanely hot). As the butcher's fingers flex against his hips and he drives himself deeper, however, it's the Maverick biting back against a groan of pleasure, taking his already abused lower lip between his teeth and causing a fresh trickle of blood to drip down his chin.
"Is that so?" he pants, both arms looping around Asta's shoulders now, his head tilting to welcome him against the side of his neck. "I suppose that depends on how subtle we are. We might have to stop entirely until she's gone. Unless..." His fingers slip into the butcher's raven dark hair, smoothing right across the place where one of his horns would usually get in the way.
"Do you want her to notice?" he whispers with a wicked grin, rolling his hips tantalisingly against the other man. "Would that turn you on?"
"Is that so?" he pants, both arms looping around Asta's shoulders now, his head tilting to welcome him against the side of his neck. "I suppose that depends on how subtle we are. We might have to stop entirely until she's gone. Unless..." His fingers slip into the butcher's raven dark hair, smoothing right across the place where one of his horns would usually get in the way.
"Do you want her to notice?" he whispers with a wicked grin, rolling his hips tantalisingly against the other man. "Would that turn you on?"
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
