mississippi boys, inner city boys

you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name

Just for him, indeed. His gaze lifts, brightening a fraction as the blonde’s hand finds the headboard, a small smirk blooming on his face as he hears and feels the begging tone Danta provides him with. A please, alongside the buck of his hips, and Asta wonders for a moment whether he should give in or if he’d rather play around a bit more. But, he’s been doing that all day, and the last thing he wants to do is sour the mood now that he’s already improved it from how it had been a few hours ago.

“You are perfect like this.” He hums, breath raking across both hand and cock, before his movements still so quickly it's almost shocking, only to replace the space his thumb had pressed with the flat edge of his tongue in a slow swipe, ensuring that Danta can take in the entirety of the view. He’s cautious, though, ensuring when he takes the other Ancient’s cock into his mouth that he doesn’t give an option for his teeth to slice. He pairs it with the swift movement of his hand as before, until he can take all of his length with a satisfied hum, eyes shutting as if in pure bliss, before he begins his pace, trying to draw the other man that much closer to the edge.

Astaroth

fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart