Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Asta is doing a much better job at keeping quiet than Danta would have (as they are both well aware), and as the butcher shifts his hips back to meet his every thrust, it's with a huff of breath and a lash of his tail that the Maverick struggles to keep his composure. No, Asta certainly is not going to break in this position, that much is clear, but that means they're much more at risk of breaking other things. Like the door.
"You know what I'd do," he whispers, his voice a soft growl as the hand pinning Asta's drifts up to his shoulder and moves gently down his back, encouraging him to arch forward more so the snap of Danta's hips might drive all the deeper. "I'd have you on that table in front of the window where you fucked me a few days ago, where everyone could see if they looked up," he pants. "Or I'd wait until you had an important meeting in your office to find myself between your legs under the desk."
Who would win, he wonders; Asta's poker face, or Danta's wicked tongue? Only one way to find out - later, though, the Maverick squeezing the butcher's cock hard as it throbs in his hand. Swearing under his breath and adjusting enough to properly fuck his lover against the door, the dull thumping and the rattling of hinges is unlikely to be heard over the din of the kitchen, it's true... but there's always a chance someone might hear. "Fuck, you're too much," he complains through clenched teeth, though he sounds anything but upset about it.
"You know what I'd do," he whispers, his voice a soft growl as the hand pinning Asta's drifts up to his shoulder and moves gently down his back, encouraging him to arch forward more so the snap of Danta's hips might drive all the deeper. "I'd have you on that table in front of the window where you fucked me a few days ago, where everyone could see if they looked up," he pants. "Or I'd wait until you had an important meeting in your office to find myself between your legs under the desk."
Who would win, he wonders; Asta's poker face, or Danta's wicked tongue? Only one way to find out - later, though, the Maverick squeezing the butcher's cock hard as it throbs in his hand. Swearing under his breath and adjusting enough to properly fuck his lover against the door, the dull thumping and the rattling of hinges is unlikely to be heard over the din of the kitchen, it's true... but there's always a chance someone might hear. "Fuck, you're too much," he complains through clenched teeth, though he sounds anything but upset about it.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
