burned me up and down

// you knew who I was //

Listen, if this is how Danta goes - smothered to death between the thighs of an drop-dead gorgeous woman in the throes of ecstasy - first of all, no one would be surprised, and second, as if he's going to complain. Riding out the crest and fall of Flora's orgasm with her heel digging into his back and his hands clutching her steady, by the time he's able to snatch in a breath, the world has gone a little hazy at the edges for more than just alcohol. Her moans of pleasure still echo in his ears, the Maverick softly panting against her inner thigh and painting further slow kisses there, even as Flora starts to come around.

Rather than being spent, though, the Doubletake seems starving, her fingers twisting possessively in his hair. And so it's with a crooked grin and a quick, dark glance up towards Asta that he rises back to his feet. "I hope I didn't miss anything important," he says, voice husky from exertion, his hands already drifting to the buttons of his jeans where he might free his aching cock from the tight confines of the fabric. "You certainly did."

This he directs to the butcher, and even as his hand reaches out to caress Flora's cheek, he leans into her to get to Asta's lips, so he might taste her on his tongue. "Well, Flora?" Parting just enough to glance down at her, he lets his fingers drift further south, caressing the swell of her breasts. "It's your party. You choose." Choose who and where and how and how rough.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //