don't you ever tame your demons
Anything Danta might have to say in response to his lover’s purring, cocky remark is quite literally fucked out of him, the Maverick unable to offer anything but stifled moans of pleasure and open gasps of untethered desire. Asta is all over him, within and without, and as the smell of smoke curls through the air around them, the entire place might be burning to the ground for all Danta cares. As long as the other man is still there to bring him to orgasm amid the ashes, it’s good enough for him.
Speaking of which, Asta is right, and the early morning utterly works against them both; as quickly as he’s been able to rise to the occasion, evidently Danta is going to succumb to it just as fast. "Fuck–" The word escapes his lips as an urgent whisper, barely audible between each punishing thrust of the butcher’s hips. "Asta, I–" The rest of his sentence is lost in a soft moan as he feels the butcher’s fingers tighten around his cock, heralding the beginning of the end.
Danta cums hard and fast with the butcher’s name on his lips and ecstasy whipcracking through his veins. Sinking hard back against the other man as if to offer as much resistance as possible for him to fuck against, there’s little in his mind other than the writhing shadows at his back and the burning handprint he can see - just - on the headboard in his periphery.
Speaking of which, Asta is right, and the early morning utterly works against them both; as quickly as he’s been able to rise to the occasion, evidently Danta is going to succumb to it just as fast. "Fuck–" The word escapes his lips as an urgent whisper, barely audible between each punishing thrust of the butcher’s hips. "Asta, I–" The rest of his sentence is lost in a soft moan as he feels the butcher’s fingers tighten around his cock, heralding the beginning of the end.
Danta cums hard and fast with the butcher’s name on his lips and ecstasy whipcracking through his veins. Sinking hard back against the other man as if to offer as much resistance as possible for him to fuck against, there’s little in his mind other than the writhing shadows at his back and the burning handprint he can see - just - on the headboard in his periphery.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
