// you knew who I was //
Danta is interested in the conversation above only as a symphony of breath and sentences that don't quite flow; he can hear - more or less - what he thinks the topic might be, but in truth his focus is more on how to get Flora to pay attention to him instead. His fingers press a fraction harder against the soft curve of her ass, enough to leave fingerprint bruises, and his tongue flicks an almost devouring rhythm against her.
Her hips tilt forward and Danta hums his encouragement - and at don't stop, he absolutely knows his role is now to do exactly what she fucking says unless he wants a stiletto heel to the temple. Still, shifting ever so slightly as if to part her thighs further for him, he peeks up the length of her body to the familiar hands squeezing and corsetting her curves, and a fresh thrill of heat surges out from the base of his spine.
Her hips tilt forward and Danta hums his encouragement - and at don't stop, he absolutely knows his role is now to do exactly what she fucking says unless he wants a stiletto heel to the temple. Still, shifting ever so slightly as if to part her thighs further for him, he peeks up the length of her body to the familiar hands squeezing and corsetting her curves, and a fresh thrill of heat surges out from the base of his spine.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
