in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
It takes very little time at all for Danta to pick his pace; for a man perpetually starving, the fingers teasing through his hair and the moan thrumming up in his lover's chest and throat are a banquet he plans to gorge himself on. Humming indulgently around the hard length of Asta's cock, no part of him intends to let the other man go without plenty to look at either.
The Maverick arches his back, tail curling in delight and a hand tipped with flickering fire gripping at the base of him, welcoming him deeper into his mouth. Breathing becomes something to worry about later, evidently, and truly it's only the ache of his own arousal that finally has him drawing back for air, cheeks flushed, hand stroking hard against Asta in the place of his lips and tongue.
"I've been wanting to do this to you for days," he whispers, the words a wicked confession in the privacy of this room, and with a final, indulgent squeeze to his cock, Danta shifts himself back over the butcher. "Hopefully you'll forgive my impatience."
The Maverick arches his back, tail curling in delight and a hand tipped with flickering fire gripping at the base of him, welcoming him deeper into his mouth. Breathing becomes something to worry about later, evidently, and truly it's only the ache of his own arousal that finally has him drawing back for air, cheeks flushed, hand stroking hard against Asta in the place of his lips and tongue.
"I've been wanting to do this to you for days," he whispers, the words a wicked confession in the privacy of this room, and with a final, indulgent squeeze to his cock, Danta shifts himself back over the butcher. "Hopefully you'll forgive my impatience."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
