love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
Sparks flare between them as Danta reaches that climax, and something about the way he becomes taught just a second before it breaks into fuzzy static and nothingness really spurs the butcher on. The way Danta’s arms tremble and his body sags has Asta’s breath hitching more. Luckily he’s focused on the Maverick enough that he drags out the lingering waves of pleasure before both hands find Danta’s sides, relieving him of the pressure of keeping himself upright and putting it in the butcher’s capable hands.
Asta drags him up against his chest as he straightens up, pulling Danta with him as lips seek out his damp skin, dancing over veins he knows intimately are closer to the surface. He doesn’t go for them, as much as he wishes he could. Instead, he seeks out the lingering tinge of iron on Danta’s tongue, his eagerness causing him to slice his own tongue against his sharp teeth, dragging blood to the surface and the sharp snap of his own orgasm, pouring the moan of pleasure into Danta’s lips.
Asta drags him up against his chest as he straightens up, pulling Danta with him as lips seek out his damp skin, dancing over veins he knows intimately are closer to the surface. He doesn’t go for them, as much as he wishes he could. Instead, he seeks out the lingering tinge of iron on Danta’s tongue, his eagerness causing him to slice his own tongue against his sharp teeth, dragging blood to the surface and the sharp snap of his own orgasm, pouring the moan of pleasure into Danta’s lips.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
