// I wish I had a reason //
Caught in a sudden kiss, Danta's hitch of breath is snatched from his lips, his moan rumbling through his chest as his fingers flinch in their grip on the butcher. Asta doesn't so much as bring him to climax as he shoves him brutally over the edge of pleasure; the Maverick doesn't have time to give any warning, doesn't have time to properly realise it himself - caught as if in a riptide, suddenly the world crackles with white static and his tongue wants to curl around Asta's name like a prayer.
Locking his legs around the other man's waist as if worried he's going to disappear, Danta eventually has to drag himself out of their kiss to gasp for air and groan out some exclamation of praise or love or whatever other madness has seized him. Still arched tight like a bowstring, chest heaving, it all suddenly feels like too much - too much sensation, too much heat between them, too much of the smell of blood and smoke and honey - but at the same time, Danta wants little more than to drown in it completely.
Locking his legs around the other man's waist as if worried he's going to disappear, Danta eventually has to drag himself out of their kiss to gasp for air and groan out some exclamation of praise or love or whatever other madness has seized him. Still arched tight like a bowstring, chest heaving, it all suddenly feels like too much - too much sensation, too much heat between them, too much of the smell of blood and smoke and honey - but at the same time, Danta wants little more than to drown in it completely.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
