// you knew who I was //
Already close before this point, as he's sandwiched deliciously between Flora and Asta, it's safe to say that Danta has absolutely no fucking chance. Pinning the Doubletake into the chaise and hissing out curses and praise as each hard snap of his hips is echoed by the butcher's, his head tilts automatically to welcome Asta against the crook of his neck, the flesh there nicked and marked by prior evidence of the other man's bloody and possessive nature.
"Gods, you feel--" Cut off by his own gasp of pleasure, it's unclear who Danta is referring to (good guess, it's both of them) but there's something wild in the way he fucks Flora and arches back against Asta, his breath hitching and his hand slipping beneath the Doubletake's lower back to tilt her hips up and against him. There's no prior warning this time - there's no self-control left in Danta to give it - and he cums with a sudden and broken moan that could be either one of their names.
Thrusting hard into Flora one last time as he rides the whipcrack of his orgasm as if he's been snatched beneath a riptide, it's only the intimate familiarity with the man behind him that has him suddenly reaching back. His fingers plunge into Asta's dark hair, tightening there and clutching hard, as if to hold him at least partially at bay.
"Gods, you feel--" Cut off by his own gasp of pleasure, it's unclear who Danta is referring to (good guess, it's both of them) but there's something wild in the way he fucks Flora and arches back against Asta, his breath hitching and his hand slipping beneath the Doubletake's lower back to tilt her hips up and against him. There's no prior warning this time - there's no self-control left in Danta to give it - and he cums with a sudden and broken moan that could be either one of their names.
Thrusting hard into Flora one last time as he rides the whipcrack of his orgasm as if he's been snatched beneath a riptide, it's only the intimate familiarity with the man behind him that has him suddenly reaching back. His fingers plunge into Asta's dark hair, tightening there and clutching hard, as if to hold him at least partially at bay.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
