// you knew who I was //
Danta has never considered that he might have a praise kink, but gods when those compliments fall from Asta's lips, he feels something dark and needy uncoil in the pit of his stomach. Wanting to feel the butcher's hands tight in his hair and against his lips as well as all over his body, there's no way he can get enough of him, even as he fucks him so perfectly against the side of the springs.
Each thrust is hard and deep enough to drive the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping in snatches of air whenever he can. Moaning something - curses or praise, it's unclear - as the other man teases at one of his nipples and strokes a feverish rhythm against his cock, it's about all Danta can do to keep his knees from buckling. "Gods, I'm already close," he pants, bracing himself hard against the rock as if to provide as much resistance against each buck of Asta's hips. "Fuck, just like that--"
Each thrust is hard and deep enough to drive the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping in snatches of air whenever he can. Moaning something - curses or praise, it's unclear - as the other man teases at one of his nipples and strokes a feverish rhythm against his cock, it's about all Danta can do to keep his knees from buckling. "Gods, I'm already close," he pants, bracing himself hard against the rock as if to provide as much resistance against each buck of Asta's hips. "Fuck, just like that--"
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
