don't you ever tame your demons
Let it be known that there’s never a time where Danta doesn’t want to be pinned and fucked by Asta, and as the tender touch becomes something hungry and possessive, all caged violence and need, the Maverick completely melts into it. There will be time to ask what Leafchange ghost has apparently possessed his lover later - for now he comes to life under the butcher’s calloused fingers, arching and shifting until he’s obediently before the other man, knees spreading, body stretching indulgently into the new position.
"Gods, then I’d better not stop you," he whispers, glancing coyly over his shoulder at the dark, honey eyed demon stoking fire against his spine and whispering the sorts of sweet(?) nothings that Danta reserves for his most lascivious dreams. The chaos currently contained beneath his lover’s fragile composure is something the Maverick desperately wants to reach out for, to pluck at and unravel until they’re nothing but the slap of skin on skin and trembling, bitten out moans of desire.
But something more primal within him steadies that urge, as if knowing deep down that whatever fuckery he’s usually able to pull, Asta isn’t currently in possession of his usual patience and indulgence.
"Gods, then I’d better not stop you," he whispers, glancing coyly over his shoulder at the dark, honey eyed demon stoking fire against his spine and whispering the sorts of sweet(?) nothings that Danta reserves for his most lascivious dreams. The chaos currently contained beneath his lover’s fragile composure is something the Maverick desperately wants to reach out for, to pluck at and unravel until they’re nothing but the slap of skin on skin and trembling, bitten out moans of desire.
But something more primal within him steadies that urge, as if knowing deep down that whatever fuckery he’s usually able to pull, Asta isn’t currently in possession of his usual patience and indulgence.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
