// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Since Asta is much more restrained than Danta when it comes to expressing his pleasure, every slip of the butcher's control is like a hard-won reward to the Maverick. Every rough groan and audible hitch of breath sends a fresh crackle of pleasure right to the core of him, and as he feels the other man's fingers tighten in his blond hair, it's enough to have the table beneath his hands start to smoke and scorch.
There's no chance Sunjata is anywhere close enough to The Last Whisper now to hear them, he thinks, but it's a nice (read: wicked) thought anyway, and as Asta's hips snap into him at a pace that he soon realises is unsustainable, he's more than happy to let those sorts of ideas carry him forward. "Oh, fuck--" he hisses, his head pulled up to watch the foggy reflection of the butcher behind him, possessive and perfect and using him to the best of his ability.
Already he can feel his climax racing up the backs of his legs against the base of his spine, and as the scent of blood hits the air and Asta purrs his command, Danta is heedless to do anything but obey. He cums hard enough that there will be perfect burns against the edge of the table in the shape of his hands, the Maverick arching up and back as if to drive the other man's cock as deeply inside him as he can. His tail curls in ecstasy, and though the odds of anyone hearing them are low through the window, he's loud enough that... well. They just might.
There's no chance Sunjata is anywhere close enough to The Last Whisper now to hear them, he thinks, but it's a nice (read: wicked) thought anyway, and as Asta's hips snap into him at a pace that he soon realises is unsustainable, he's more than happy to let those sorts of ideas carry him forward. "Oh, fuck--" he hisses, his head pulled up to watch the foggy reflection of the butcher behind him, possessive and perfect and using him to the best of his ability.
Already he can feel his climax racing up the backs of his legs against the base of his spine, and as the scent of blood hits the air and Asta purrs his command, Danta is heedless to do anything but obey. He cums hard enough that there will be perfect burns against the edge of the table in the shape of his hands, the Maverick arching up and back as if to drive the other man's cock as deeply inside him as he can. His tail curls in ecstasy, and though the odds of anyone hearing them are low through the window, he's loud enough that... well. They just might.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
