// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Shivering out an automatic sigh of relief as Asta hands slip out of his pants, giving him a little more room to breathe and move, Danta can't help but chuckle against the side of his lover's neck, having been kissing a dark and possessive mark into his skin. "Who would either of us be, mm?" he agrees, drawing back and leaning into the fingers that plunge through his hair and against diamond sharp horns, a hum of appreciation rumbling in his throat.
A fresh pulse of heat thrums through him, however, both at the offer and at the oh-so-willing way Asta bares his throat up at him, and Danta is on him again in mere moments. Kissing him deeply, his fingers skating up and around the soft column of his neck, when he draws back he's as breathless as he is undone, nipping at a jewelled earlobe and squeezing ever so gently against Asta's windpipe.
"I'm going to fuck you in this bed," he whispers sweetly, punctuating every other word with a kiss just below his ear. "I'm going to fuck you slow, and deep, until we both can't stand it any more."
A fresh pulse of heat thrums through him, however, both at the offer and at the oh-so-willing way Asta bares his throat up at him, and Danta is on him again in mere moments. Kissing him deeply, his fingers skating up and around the soft column of his neck, when he draws back he's as breathless as he is undone, nipping at a jewelled earlobe and squeezing ever so gently against Asta's windpipe.
"I'm going to fuck you in this bed," he whispers sweetly, punctuating every other word with a kiss just below his ear. "I'm going to fuck you slow, and deep, until we both can't stand it any more."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
