in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Do I look as though I'm in any way left out?" Danta almost whispers, his words framed in a sly smile, his voice rough with pleasure as Asta bucks his hips up to meet him at each thrust. Never afraid of being vocal to express his approval at being fucked or teased or devoured, it's only the sound of Asta's voice that stifles him even a fraction, as if hearing the butcher enjoying himself is sweeter than any other sound in the world.
Relishing the possessive fingers that tighten in his hair and further baring his throat to the other man, while Danta ought to have expected compliments and praise to accompany it, gods, it always sounds different coming from Asta, flushing his cheeks to the tips of his ears and setting his body alight. "All for you," he agrees, purring the confirmation through lips reddened with blood, his hips grinding down hard against the other man as he drags them both inexorably towards climax.
Relishing the possessive fingers that tighten in his hair and further baring his throat to the other man, while Danta ought to have expected compliments and praise to accompany it, gods, it always sounds different coming from Asta, flushing his cheeks to the tips of his ears and setting his body alight. "All for you," he agrees, purring the confirmation through lips reddened with blood, his hips grinding down hard against the other man as he drags them both inexorably towards climax.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
