you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Tipping his head back and letting out a laugh as Asta’s sing-song confirmation purrs through the air, Danta can only hope that the trees are prepared for what they might unintentionally witness. His lips part to respond, but the butcher manages to steal the silver from his tongue alongside any retort with another claiming kiss, and Danta has every intention of losing himself to passion and instinct. Because yes, after everything, this feels more like a demand than a diversion, as if the other man’s touch is as necessary as the air they breathe.
”I want you,” he whispers as they part, his voice rough and stripped of any playfulness, his back arching off the rough bark of the tree as if to offer more of himself to Asta’s wicked fingers. His cock throbs hard under the other man’s teasing, his grip tightening in the back of the butcher’s dark hair, and it’s with a soft and needy moan that he leans in, tongue flicking out to press against one sharp fang.
Drawing only the slightest bead of blood, Danta nevertheless kisses the taste of iron into Asta’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to bring his lover to the same height of need and fervour that he’s currently enduring.
”I want you,” he whispers as they part, his voice rough and stripped of any playfulness, his back arching off the rough bark of the tree as if to offer more of himself to Asta’s wicked fingers. His cock throbs hard under the other man’s teasing, his grip tightening in the back of the butcher’s dark hair, and it’s with a soft and needy moan that he leans in, tongue flicking out to press against one sharp fang.
Drawing only the slightest bead of blood, Danta nevertheless kisses the taste of iron into Asta’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to bring his lover to the same height of need and fervour that he’s currently enduring.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
