you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
It doesn't matter to Danta, how imperfect Asta perceives himself to be (how flawed they both are, in reality, when it comes to the world and how they operate within it). Right here and right now, there's nothing he'd change, nothing more he might want - other than what he's specifically asked for, of course, and the butcher complies (you guessed it) perfectly.
"Gods," he whispers in response to the bruising grip against his skin, the snap of Asta's hips into him, the prick of sharp teeth in his neck. Letting his now-free hand stray down to grip the length of his cock in quick, hard strokes, if ever there was a risk that he'd get his throat torn out, it's here and now, but fuck if that doesn't make it better.
"Look at you." The words are almost spoken in awe, the Maverick gazing through hooded eyes at their reflections even as he feels those first sparks of ecstasy begin to drag their way up the backs of his thighs, heralding the inevitable.
"Gods," he whispers in response to the bruising grip against his skin, the snap of Asta's hips into him, the prick of sharp teeth in his neck. Letting his now-free hand stray down to grip the length of his cock in quick, hard strokes, if ever there was a risk that he'd get his throat torn out, it's here and now, but fuck if that doesn't make it better.
"Look at you." The words are almost spoken in awe, the Maverick gazing through hooded eyes at their reflections even as he feels those first sparks of ecstasy begin to drag their way up the backs of his thighs, heralding the inevitable.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
