don't you ever tame your demons
Trying and failing to bite back another moan as he sits back, Danta meets Asta's gaze with blue eyes hazed with lust, lips softly parted to snatch in breath whenever possible. He's about to respond in kind - I love you too - just as the butcher's fingers tighten in his hair, and though his mouth is halfway to forming the words, nothing escapes other than a rough cry of pleasure, his back arching to meet Asta's every thrust.
"Fuck--" he whispers, fingers flinching ever so slightly over the other man's chest where he can feel the thunder of his heartbeat and every pulse of hot blood begging to be nipped to the surface. "Gods, touch me," he all but begs, rocking his hips in earnest now, his aching cock still very much ignored between them. It's all Danta can do to keep himself steady, and so without an extra hand, he's utterly at his lover's mercy.
"Fuck--" he whispers, fingers flinching ever so slightly over the other man's chest where he can feel the thunder of his heartbeat and every pulse of hot blood begging to be nipped to the surface. "Gods, touch me," he all but begs, rocking his hips in earnest now, his aching cock still very much ignored between them. It's all Danta can do to keep himself steady, and so without an extra hand, he's utterly at his lover's mercy.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
