/// 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
Head tilting to accommodate the Maverick’s fingers through his hair, Asta’s wholly focused on the feel of his fingers and the way he tugs him down. The forefront of his mind is wholly primal, indulgent, selfish, feeling the curve of his lover’s back and hanging onto each of the moans and panting breaths that fill the air.
The movement is easy, quick, at odds with the softness of which Danta kisses him. And he concedes, because the second the serenity of peacefulness warms the hollow void of his chest where his heart lingers. It feels like a promise, like the attachment between them doesn’t run just skin deep. Which, he’s known for a while now, but something about the disparity between how the butcher fucks him and the way they kiss, seems to cement the point.
He happily takes the sounds Danta pours into his mouth, offering his own in between, as if they were ultimately the same person. There isn’t a point where the Maverick ends and the butcher begins. They are ouroboros.
His pace slows a touch as his shadows vibrate and flicker, the hold on the leash slowing all the same as he pants in the space suddenly there, hips snapping no less punishingly, but slower now. Dragging and punctuating. And the feel of him with each slower thrust sparks electricity in his veins. “I love you too.” He purrs, voice low and broken up by the way he’s forced to suck in a breath here and there.
“You are perfect.” He shifts slightly, creating a touch more space between their chests but in a perfect way to drive himself deeper while also allocating space for one of his hands to slip in between them, a loose grip around Danta’s cock so that each time he rocks his hips, he strokes his length with the same pace.
The movement is easy, quick, at odds with the softness of which Danta kisses him. And he concedes, because the second the serenity of peacefulness warms the hollow void of his chest where his heart lingers. It feels like a promise, like the attachment between them doesn’t run just skin deep. Which, he’s known for a while now, but something about the disparity between how the butcher fucks him and the way they kiss, seems to cement the point.
He happily takes the sounds Danta pours into his mouth, offering his own in between, as if they were ultimately the same person. There isn’t a point where the Maverick ends and the butcher begins. They are ouroboros.
His pace slows a touch as his shadows vibrate and flicker, the hold on the leash slowing all the same as he pants in the space suddenly there, hips snapping no less punishingly, but slower now. Dragging and punctuating. And the feel of him with each slower thrust sparks electricity in his veins. “I love you too.” He purrs, voice low and broken up by the way he’s forced to suck in a breath here and there.
“You are perfect.” He shifts slightly, creating a touch more space between their chests but in a perfect way to drive himself deeper while also allocating space for one of his hands to slip in between them, a loose grip around Danta’s cock so that each time he rocks his hips, he strokes his length with the same pace.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
