mississippi boys, inner city boys

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

Asta will get everything he wants and more; humming a note of agreement - yes, he feels like he's not able to keep his hands or his body off the butcher even if his life depends on it, which is very much into horny teenager territory - Danta breaks their kiss if only to groan the butcher's name against his lips. The clever hand between them picks up its pace but not nearly enough, leaving the Maverick hissing a sound of frustration only to find his mouth claimed yet again, held in place by the fingers tightening in his hair.

How did you get so good at this? he almost wants to ask, the question dark with possessiveness and even a hint of jealousy; luckily Asta keeps his attention front and centre, Danta gasping against a particularly tight stroke of fingers against his cock, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crackling up through the base of his spine. "Gods, I want more of you," he whispers, whether or not it's actually possible in this moment.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //