I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

With heat flooding his cheeks once more, there's no resistance in Danta as he's shifted and adjusted, a soft sound of surprise mingled with pleasure hiccuping from his throat to feel Asta thrust into him again, sending ecstasy crackling up the backs of his legs. Arching into the butchers every touch and movement, it's just enough to feel their bodies do the work his hand might otherwise accomplish, and as the tang of iron hits the air afresh, it's through eyes made dark with arousal and faint bloodlust that he nips at Asta's thumb.

"It's enough that you can see it," he purrs through lips painted scarlet with blood, though whatever crooked smile is starting to curl at the corners of his mouth is pushed away by the next thrust of the other man's hips, Danta's fingers curling hard into Asta's dark hair and around his sharp horns. "Fuck - again," he pleads, rolling his hips as if to encourage him further, already feeling his climax starting to creep up the base of his spine.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //