you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Hissing in a breath to feel his lover’s fingers press and bruise against his hips - not that he’s remotely complaining, by the way - Danta stutters out another curse as Asta draws back only to be suddenly all around him again, dragging a rough groan from his throat. The butcher is relentless and it’s about all he can do to hold on, legs threatening to buckle as he braces further against the trunk of the tree behind him.
”Fuck, you feel good,” Danta moans, the words bitten out between huffs of breath, his fingers flexing in Asta’s hair and against the sleek darkness of his horns, his other hand leaving his shoulder and snaking up to find a branch to grip onto. With his tail lashing and curling about the other man wherever it can reach, he has to force himself to focus lest he lose it completely.
”Gods, I won’t last like this—” he grates, feeling that it’s only right to warn the butcher about how good a job he’s doing.
”Fuck, you feel good,” Danta moans, the words bitten out between huffs of breath, his fingers flexing in Asta’s hair and against the sleek darkness of his horns, his other hand leaving his shoulder and snaking up to find a branch to grip onto. With his tail lashing and curling about the other man wherever it can reach, he has to force himself to focus lest he lose it completely.
”Gods, I won’t last like this—” he grates, feeling that it’s only right to warn the butcher about how good a job he’s doing.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
