// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
Danta can count on one hand the number of times he's seen Asta like this, and he never takes it for granted. Inhaling sharply as the butcher's legs come hooking around him, a playful smile kicks up one side of his mouth, Danta leaning in for a kiss that's almost too soft in comparison to the past few minutes. Wanting to taste any gasps or moans that might rumble up in the other man's throat, the Maverick shifts his knees to adjust them accordingly, and with a fresh curl of heat already flaring low in his belly, he guides himself forward to fill Asta completely.
Forcing himself not to immediately succumb to the urge to have and to take, Danta exhales a shivery breath and holds himself there for a few heartbeats, stealing a few chaste kisses from Asta's lips and the corner of his mouth. Slow, he'd said, and he'd meant it as far as his impulse control holds out. (Which, let's all be honest, isn't that far, but we'll see).
"Fuck," he whispers his approval, drawing back enough to hitch the other man's leg up a little higher, before thrusting forward a second time. "How many birthdays am I allowed per year?"
Forcing himself not to immediately succumb to the urge to have and to take, Danta exhales a shivery breath and holds himself there for a few heartbeats, stealing a few chaste kisses from Asta's lips and the corner of his mouth. Slow, he'd said, and he'd meant it as far as his impulse control holds out. (Which, let's all be honest, isn't that far, but we'll see).
"Fuck," he whispers his approval, drawing back enough to hitch the other man's leg up a little higher, before thrusting forward a second time. "How many birthdays am I allowed per year?"
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
