// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Oh, gods--" Danta doesn't stand a fucking chance, not between the way the butcher handles him and the dark look in his eyes as he risks a glance down, and with his orgasm already thundering up through the backs of his thighs, he's heedless to stop it now. Thanks to the other man's quick thinking he's not at risk of doing harm to either of them, but as he first crests that edge into oblivion, he loses complete control over his glamour. It's with a groan that takes the shape of Asta's name that his tail lashes across the sheets, curled with pleasure, the diamond of his horns at risk of completely shredding the pillows he's arched back into.
There's nothing but static and pleasure and the lingering feel of Asta's mouth all around him, his fingers pulsing against him, and it has Danta wanting to recklessly rewind the past few minutes to do it all over again. With his chest heaving and a tension snapping in his body that has him feeling warm and weightless and exhausted, the Maverick moans a curse under his breath and finally releases the headboard with a creak. There are scorch marks left behind in the shape of his fingers, but he figures no one will notice. Right?
There's nothing but static and pleasure and the lingering feel of Asta's mouth all around him, his fingers pulsing against him, and it has Danta wanting to recklessly rewind the past few minutes to do it all over again. With his chest heaving and a tension snapping in his body that has him feeling warm and weightless and exhausted, the Maverick moans a curse under his breath and finally releases the headboard with a creak. There are scorch marks left behind in the shape of his fingers, but he figures no one will notice. Right?
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
