// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
It's true - Danta is not a telepath, and both he and Flora have still managed to be good at sex, so they can't be doing too bad a job down in the dirt without literally being able to read minds, right? As she melts against him, her lips and tongue growing more confident by the second, he forgets whatever he's doing with the harness, long fingers stroking up her side and brushing tantalisingly beneath the black lace covering one of her breasts.
He doesn't expect the filthy remark to slip past her lips, however, the Maverick's break catching in his throat at the implications in her tone and the way every part of him stands to attention at the thought. With a sly smirk curling across his lips, he surges forward to claim another kiss, drawing back if only so he might slowly kneel down before her - to figure out these fucking straps, of course - letting his mouth taste each part of her along the way.
"Do you think you could?" he whispers against smooth, golden skin, foregoing the harness for a moment to peel the rest of her clothes away. "Fuck me like Asta, I mean? You'll know if you manage it - I'm very vocal with my praise."
He doesn't expect the filthy remark to slip past her lips, however, the Maverick's break catching in his throat at the implications in her tone and the way every part of him stands to attention at the thought. With a sly smirk curling across his lips, he surges forward to claim another kiss, drawing back if only so he might slowly kneel down before her - to figure out these fucking straps, of course - letting his mouth taste each part of her along the way.
"Do you think you could?" he whispers against smooth, golden skin, foregoing the harness for a moment to peel the rest of her clothes away. "Fuck me like Asta, I mean? You'll know if you manage it - I'm very vocal with my praise."
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
