in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Arching himself into the buzz of sensation to feel Asta's nails drag against his bare flesh, Danta winds himself against the other man - which probably contributes to his overbalancing, it's true - and he's laughing as well as they go down, leaving him astride the butcher and feeling all too proud of himself. "Mm, that was the plan," he whispers as he helps to shrug and shimmy out of his clothes, eventually able to stretch over him and lavish his bare throat with kisses that will leave a necklace of marks by the time he's done.
One hand continues to tangle in the back of Asta's dark hair, keeping his head tilted deliciously to the side, while the other reaches down to assist in taking off his pants. Only when he's free of belt and buttons does Danta kiss a path down his chest to help strip him of the garment, tossing it somewhere nearby (it narrowly misses a lit candelabra, and no, the Maverick does not care).
"Gods, look at you," he purrs, the words all but mumbled against the jut of one of his hips, blue eyes molten as he gazes up the length of the butcher's body, before finally turning his attention to the very obvious point of interest nearby.
Evidently not in the mood for teasing, when Danta had said worship he'd meant it, a hot tongue curling around the head of Asta's cock before he takes him into his mouth completely, encouraging the rise of his hips as if convinced he might be able to get even more of him than what's on offer.
One hand continues to tangle in the back of Asta's dark hair, keeping his head tilted deliciously to the side, while the other reaches down to assist in taking off his pants. Only when he's free of belt and buttons does Danta kiss a path down his chest to help strip him of the garment, tossing it somewhere nearby (it narrowly misses a lit candelabra, and no, the Maverick does not care).
"Gods, look at you," he purrs, the words all but mumbled against the jut of one of his hips, blue eyes molten as he gazes up the length of the butcher's body, before finally turning his attention to the very obvious point of interest nearby.
Evidently not in the mood for teasing, when Danta had said worship he'd meant it, a hot tongue curling around the head of Asta's cock before he takes him into his mouth completely, encouraging the rise of his hips as if convinced he might be able to get even more of him than what's on offer.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
