Dantalion
but you can't be free
Danta's head tips back all too willingly, feeling the hot press of Asta's lips and tongue against his throat as a secondary pleasure to the fire beginning to smoulder and rise against the base of his spine. "Yeah, she was," he all but moans, though he's momentarily forgotten what they were talking about in lieu of the thrust of the butcher's hips beneath him, fanning those flames into a blaze.
It doesn't help as Asta gazes up at him, the Maverick all but cradling the back of his head, fingers twisting in his dark hair, bloody lips parting to lean in and drop a hasty kiss against his mouth. "I bet she did," he whispers, mischief lacing through his tone even as his voice grows a touch tight with mounting pleasure. "Who wouldn't wish they were me right now? I get to feel your cock in me, and have your mouth on mine. Fuck, Asta--"
Evidently Danta has wound himself up in the process of all of this, and words fail him as he bites back a moan, leaning into the fingers stroking against his cock.
It doesn't help as Asta gazes up at him, the Maverick all but cradling the back of his head, fingers twisting in his dark hair, bloody lips parting to lean in and drop a hasty kiss against his mouth. "I bet she did," he whispers, mischief lacing through his tone even as his voice grows a touch tight with mounting pleasure. "Who wouldn't wish they were me right now? I get to feel your cock in me, and have your mouth on mine. Fuck, Asta--"
Evidently Danta has wound himself up in the process of all of this, and words fail him as he bites back a moan, leaning into the fingers stroking against his cock.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
