in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"As you should be. I don't step out of my comfort zone for just anyone, oh Mighty Astaroth," Danta says with a grin, before his mouth is occupied with an altogether more interesting task. Shifting all too willingly beneath the other man, one hand teases up through the back of Asta's dark hair, the other sneaking beneath his shirt against his lower back, brushing down against the base of his tail.
Always happy to be pinned by the butcher, whether it's against a plush rug or silk sheets or against the rough stone of a wall, he arches his body against Asta's as if to bring them together however he possibly can, head turning to the side to expose his throat to the demands of his lover's soft lips and sharp teeth. He expects the heady scent of blood and the burn of a bite to come next, in truth, but the words that drip into his ear instead are all the more devastating for their sweetness and honesty.
Feeling his cheeks grow hot and his throat tight, Danta has to fight for his words against the urge to simply stretch himself beneath Asta and submit entirely to the butcher's will for the evening. Eventually, though, he manages to nose in against the side of his neck, huffing out a hot sigh. "I feel loved, with you," he mumbles, voice pitched low. "I want to do whatever it takes for you to feel that good as well."
Always happy to be pinned by the butcher, whether it's against a plush rug or silk sheets or against the rough stone of a wall, he arches his body against Asta's as if to bring them together however he possibly can, head turning to the side to expose his throat to the demands of his lover's soft lips and sharp teeth. He expects the heady scent of blood and the burn of a bite to come next, in truth, but the words that drip into his ear instead are all the more devastating for their sweetness and honesty.
Feeling his cheeks grow hot and his throat tight, Danta has to fight for his words against the urge to simply stretch himself beneath Asta and submit entirely to the butcher's will for the evening. Eventually, though, he manages to nose in against the side of his neck, huffing out a hot sigh. "I feel loved, with you," he mumbles, voice pitched low. "I want to do whatever it takes for you to feel that good as well."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
