// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Can you blame me?" Danta whispers with a mischievous smile over his shoulder, even as Asta withdraws and prompts a hum of impatience and anticipation to rumble in his throat. "He pins me to a door, he - nn - grabs and strokes me in all the right places, and I'm supposed to be bored or something?"
Feeling the crackle of something that isn't quite pain at the bruises he know will decorate his hips in perfect fingerprint markings, eager as Danta is, he could exist quite happily in this space indefinitely. With Asta's hand on him, with the warmth of his body so close by and the purr of his voice filling his ears, it's one of the Maverick's favourite places to be.
Of course, another one of his favourites very much involves what Asta does next. His breath catches around a moan of surprise and pleasure - very much as expected - Danta tensing hard around him before relaxing by degrees, gripping the edge of the table for purchase. As for what he sees? He can't resist, and it's through a chuckle of amusement that he says, "Some guy making a delivery to the tailor's, a barfly crawling home, someone setting up a breakfast stand--"
Pressing back against Asta and rewarding himself with another soft moan of enjoyment, of course Danta suspects that isn't what the butcher had in mind. But sue him, he's a child of Dygra.
Feeling the crackle of something that isn't quite pain at the bruises he know will decorate his hips in perfect fingerprint markings, eager as Danta is, he could exist quite happily in this space indefinitely. With Asta's hand on him, with the warmth of his body so close by and the purr of his voice filling his ears, it's one of the Maverick's favourite places to be.
Of course, another one of his favourites very much involves what Asta does next. His breath catches around a moan of surprise and pleasure - very much as expected - Danta tensing hard around him before relaxing by degrees, gripping the edge of the table for purchase. As for what he sees? He can't resist, and it's through a chuckle of amusement that he says, "Some guy making a delivery to the tailor's, a barfly crawling home, someone setting up a breakfast stand--"
Pressing back against Asta and rewarding himself with another soft moan of enjoyment, of course Danta suspects that isn't what the butcher had in mind. But sue him, he's a child of Dygra.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
