don't you ever tame your demons
Danta's breath hitches sharply at the first hard thrust of Asta's hips against him, the flush to his cheeks growing a touch darker as heat flares through his body. "Not as good as you," he protests, a wicked smile starting to curl at the corners of his mouth before his expression dissolves into utter pleasure, his hand leaving the headboard to grasp at the butcher's shoulder for leverage. Embers flicker beneath his fingers, the fire soaking into his lover's olive skin, and he can't help the way he leans in for a quick kiss.
"I love it when you fuck me like this," he whispers, lips ghosting along the edge of Asta's jaw so he can nip at one jewelled earlobe, before sitting back to focus on their mutual pleasure. Already his hips are starting to ache deliciously with the effort of it, and whether or not this manages to tire Asta out is suddenly irrelevant.
"I love it when you fuck me like this," he whispers, lips ghosting along the edge of Asta's jaw so he can nip at one jewelled earlobe, before sitting back to focus on their mutual pleasure. Already his hips are starting to ache deliciously with the effort of it, and whether or not this manages to tire Asta out is suddenly irrelevant.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
