when you're close to me

// sun comin' up on a dream come around //

While Asta might feel the collision of the past and present in the chaos of these next few moments, this place, these walls and the utter submission of the man beneath him all but brands itself into Danta's memory. Feeling the wildfire of his impending climax light a fuse at the base of his spine, his lips part against Asta's and he's not sure either whose blood makes it taste so sweet. "Fuck," he hisses, drawing back just enough to hear the praise that sings from the butcher's lips at the moment he loses himself to ecstasy - a sound that ensures the Maverick isn't far behind.

With his muscles screaming with exertion, it takes only a few more punishing thrusts before Danta fills his lover one final time with a broken moan and the sound of tearing fabric, likely from a combination of Asta's obsidian horns and his own fingers in the sheets. The breath he tries to catch is stolen entirely by the other man's lips, and each cresting wave of pleasure is made static and blurring at the edges as his lungs beg for reprieve.

Pulling back just enough to let his head drop against the crook of Asta's neck, the Maverick is left panting hard, sinking his weight fully atop the other man despite how they'll likely need to shower after this as a result. "Gods," he whispers, the sound barely making it past his lips, his limbs already feeling leaden and uncooperative. "Gods, Asta..."

Dantalion

// one hundred years from the empire now //