Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Shhh," Danta hisses as he hears a groan finally rumble through Asta's throat, the word framed by a smile as if he hasn't been losing steady control of himself for a while now as the seconds have passed. Hypocrite or no, though, the Maverick would be lying if he said he hasn't been looking forward to hearing the butcher admit to the pleasure coarsing through the both of them, though as he speaks again, it's with a hushed gasp - a mix of annoyance at the hand slowing against his cock and surprise at the words - that Danta tries to focus.
"Or what," he moans, tail high and curling with frustration, though for now, at least, he seems content to play Asta's game. It doesn't stop the buck and roll of his hips, though, as if Danta can persuade the butcher to keep pleasuring him merely by the movement of his body and the hand around his cock. He nips at Asta's lower lip, allowing him to peer back over his shoulder if only because he can tilt his head and speak filth against the other man's ear.
"You feel so good - tell me I can cum," he whispers, his voice rough with a moan he's doing his best to cage back. "Please."
"Or what," he moans, tail high and curling with frustration, though for now, at least, he seems content to play Asta's game. It doesn't stop the buck and roll of his hips, though, as if Danta can persuade the butcher to keep pleasuring him merely by the movement of his body and the hand around his cock. He nips at Asta's lower lip, allowing him to peer back over his shoulder if only because he can tilt his head and speak filth against the other man's ear.
"You feel so good - tell me I can cum," he whispers, his voice rough with a moan he's doing his best to cage back. "Please."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
