// I wish I had a reason //
Pinned down and fucked is one of Danta's favourite places to be, even more so when it's the butcher doing the fucking, and with every quick snap of Asta's hips and pant of rough breath against his ear, the Maverick drowns further in his quickly mounting pleasure. Meeting each of the other man's thrusts with nails biting against his shoulder blades and fingers twisting and tugging at his hair, Danta has never been one for quiet or restraint, and were the rest of the Dusklight not already tuned to the symphony of moans and cries of ecstasy, he might even stand a chance of being heard over it.
"You could never be predictable," he promises, panting his response against the sharp curve of Asta's jaw, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin just beneath it (and he isn't intending to draw blood necessarily, but neither of them are likely to complain if he does). "Though there's something to be said about knowing how well I'm going to be fucked by you." He grins. Because the butcher never disappoints, either, and the sudden hitch in Danta's breath proves as much. "Gods, Asta - just like that--"
"You could never be predictable," he promises, panting his response against the sharp curve of Asta's jaw, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin just beneath it (and he isn't intending to draw blood necessarily, but neither of them are likely to complain if he does). "Though there's something to be said about knowing how well I'm going to be fucked by you." He grins. Because the butcher never disappoints, either, and the sudden hitch in Danta's breath proves as much. "Gods, Asta - just like that--"
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
