// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta's lips part only for his response to taper off into a sharp moan with the sudden rise fo Asta's hips - something the butcher had entirely intended to happen, and he knows it. Grumbling affectionately and pushing himself back, he regards the other man with flushed cheeks and eyes dark with arousal, his hands dropping to the button of his leather pants so he might peel them off at last.
"I'd not want to be the cause of your untimely demise," he drawls, flashing a fanged smile and shifting off Asta just enough to strip away the rest of his clothes, hoping his lover opts to do the same in the span of seconds when they're apart. Because in whatever state Danta finds him when he's tossed his pants to one side and kicked away his shoes, that's how he plans to have him.
All but pinning Asta back into the sheets and furs, the Maverick runs a greedy hand down his side to grasp at one of his hips, hitching him closer. "Gods, I want you," he whispers, his patience hanging on by a thread, and even then it's only because he doesn't want to rush through this that he isn't already fucking him to oblivion.
"I'd not want to be the cause of your untimely demise," he drawls, flashing a fanged smile and shifting off Asta just enough to strip away the rest of his clothes, hoping his lover opts to do the same in the span of seconds when they're apart. Because in whatever state Danta finds him when he's tossed his pants to one side and kicked away his shoes, that's how he plans to have him.
All but pinning Asta back into the sheets and furs, the Maverick runs a greedy hand down his side to grasp at one of his hips, hitching him closer. "Gods, I want you," he whispers, his patience hanging on by a thread, and even then it's only because he doesn't want to rush through this that he isn't already fucking him to oblivion.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
