/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
He doesn’t even have a chance to get the breathy laugh to leave him, not at first anyway. Not with the wickedness of Danta’s fingers and how he squeezes his length. The shiver races down his spine, curls into the twitch of red and ash that makes up his tail as he winds it around the other Ancient’s leg.
Wreathed in shadow and smoke, Asta lifts him without too much trouble, hesitating that moment as Danta kicks his pants off. And once he’s fully wrapped his legs around his middle does the butcher withdraw from his lover’s neck and the blood still tinting his lips. Hands smooth and press in against his hips, squeezing and curving enough the long tips of his fingers dig into the hollow of his lower back when he surges in with the begging, the words a glittering gold trove blooming in the haze of his lustful mind.
“Gods, Danta,” He purrs with a moan, one that has his smoky shadows shivering in delight just as goosebumps rise beneath his lover’s lips, pebbling against tanned skin. “You do always make it sound so good.” The grittier praise leaves him, broken up at the end with a greedy growl as he thrusts up and tugs Danta down with the pressure of his hands at his hips, sinking down onto his ready, waiting cock.
The growl burns into a groan, one in the same as one hand abandons Danta’s back for purchase on the tree, not exactly planning on this being one of those slow, beautiful, intimate moments so much as it is a well needed release for them both.
Wreathed in shadow and smoke, Asta lifts him without too much trouble, hesitating that moment as Danta kicks his pants off. And once he’s fully wrapped his legs around his middle does the butcher withdraw from his lover’s neck and the blood still tinting his lips. Hands smooth and press in against his hips, squeezing and curving enough the long tips of his fingers dig into the hollow of his lower back when he surges in with the begging, the words a glittering gold trove blooming in the haze of his lustful mind.
“Gods, Danta,” He purrs with a moan, one that has his smoky shadows shivering in delight just as goosebumps rise beneath his lover’s lips, pebbling against tanned skin. “You do always make it sound so good.” The grittier praise leaves him, broken up at the end with a greedy growl as he thrusts up and tugs Danta down with the pressure of his hands at his hips, sinking down onto his ready, waiting cock.
The growl burns into a groan, one in the same as one hand abandons Danta’s back for purchase on the tree, not exactly planning on this being one of those slow, beautiful, intimate moments so much as it is a well needed release for them both.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
