/// 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’s certainly not stopping when he’s got Danta right where he wants him, where they both want to be. If anything, the way his heels dig into his back has him embracing the chase even more. His other hand rises, another slow scrape of his blunt nails, until he winds his arm around Danta’s own, threading his fingers through the golden strands of his hair, dragging across rainbow hues of his horn as he bucks sharply, the mess spread between them with the other Ancient’s climax.
Not that Asta’s going to complain. And it’s with the softer ride after with his hand versus the mismatched pace of his own hips increasing that Asta meets him as the scent of iron grows stronger, brighter, the glimpse of scarlet on his lover’s lips as they collide. It’s everything, from the way his hand tightens in his Theocrat’s hair, from where he surges in with a groan and a gasp that’s both swallowed and poured into the waiting mouth of copper as his tongue sweeps out to indulge himself further.
The kiss breaks too short as Asta rides out the electricity still thrumming in his veins, the echos of bliss making his hands feel staticky and weightless, shifting both hands to curl Danta in against his chest as he pants for breath, burying his face into his golden hair and neck. “Gods, Danta.” Comes the hazy purr, the way his shadows suddenly pull in against his shoulders in a wreathing manner, pushing forward to blanket Danta in turn and curl around his neck and body, shrouding the both of them against this tree. “You are my everything.” It’s a soft and brutally honest whisper, one made easier by the weightlessness he feels, weighed down only by the weight of how much he loves him.
Not that Asta’s going to complain. And it’s with the softer ride after with his hand versus the mismatched pace of his own hips increasing that Asta meets him as the scent of iron grows stronger, brighter, the glimpse of scarlet on his lover’s lips as they collide. It’s everything, from the way his hand tightens in his Theocrat’s hair, from where he surges in with a groan and a gasp that’s both swallowed and poured into the waiting mouth of copper as his tongue sweeps out to indulge himself further.
The kiss breaks too short as Asta rides out the electricity still thrumming in his veins, the echos of bliss making his hands feel staticky and weightless, shifting both hands to curl Danta in against his chest as he pants for breath, burying his face into his golden hair and neck. “Gods, Danta.” Comes the hazy purr, the way his shadows suddenly pull in against his shoulders in a wreathing manner, pushing forward to blanket Danta in turn and curl around his neck and body, shrouding the both of them against this tree. “You are my everything.” It’s a soft and brutally honest whisper, one made easier by the weightlessness he feels, weighed down only by the weight of how much he loves him.
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
