there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
It is unfortunate how quickly everything spirals. Usually he can ward it away, push it at a distance within reach to indulge in all the soft intricacies he’s included as of late. But this time is rushed, needy, greedy, full of wanting nothing more than to feel the relief even if he hates it when it comes at the same time. Even the burned hand imprinted in the headboard isn’t something that fully registers in the butcher’s mind, not as he feels the tension rake through his lover, when the tether snaps and Asta’s there to press in against the bliss post orgasm.
It’s that same blurring line that has him purring as Danta surges back against him, half broken up by the thrill it sparks in his lower back. The “good boy,” that bursts unbidden from his chest writhed in scars and shadows only for Danta’s ears as it heralds his own end. And yet, much to his surprise, there isn’t a need for blood this time either as he curves perfectly against Danta’s spine, the end arriving with a thundering shiver and the self indulgent need to steal the bite halfway through the climax that breaks through him.
It’s surprisingly gentle when he nips at Danta’s shoulder, just enough to draw the self indulgent portion of his mind that’s still the typical version of himself, at odds with the flurry of desire that still sings through him like arrows in the wind. He finally releases the headboard to wrap both his arms around his lover’s middle, riding out the waves of pleasure that never quite nick the need still bone deep in the crevices of his shadow blanketed body.
It’s that same blurring line that has him purring as Danta surges back against him, half broken up by the thrill it sparks in his lower back. The “good boy,” that bursts unbidden from his chest writhed in scars and shadows only for Danta’s ears as it heralds his own end. And yet, much to his surprise, there isn’t a need for blood this time either as he curves perfectly against Danta’s spine, the end arriving with a thundering shiver and the self indulgent need to steal the bite halfway through the climax that breaks through him.
It’s surprisingly gentle when he nips at Danta’s shoulder, just enough to draw the self indulgent portion of his mind that’s still the typical version of himself, at odds with the flurry of desire that still sings through him like arrows in the wind. He finally releases the headboard to wrap both his arms around his lover’s middle, riding out the waves of pleasure that never quite nick the need still bone deep in the crevices of his shadow blanketed body.
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
