[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

For as much as Asta does try to appear perfect in appearance, he is everything but that in most other situations. Regardless, he isn’t going to argue the point, especially not with how his lover writhes against him. The tightening of the hand in his own hair is a small surprise, one that has his breath hitching and thrust stuttering.

He ordinarily wouldn’t let Danta get away with this either, the jockeying for control (how he takes it, anyway), but the control within him gives way with a burst of flame from his hand intertwined with the Maverick’s to curl up and along his jaw as he’s pulled down to the open offering of his neck. His shadows warble with the delayed, lusty realization, and gods if he doesn’t want to completely change course just to worship his Theocrat. “As you wish.”

His breath stutters, releasing Danta’s hand to drop to the blonde’s other hip. Able to utilize the hold he has, even if he knows there will be bruises left there in the morning, he cares far little about that as he succumbs, mixing pain with pleasure again, moaning into the blonde’s skin as his teeth pierce again and he manhandles him in precisely the way to increase the pace and intensity of his thrusts, already driving himself into more feral territory with the combination.

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing