don't you ever tame your demons
Danta ought to have seen this coming, the moment he made the decision not to mind his manners, but as Asta's smirk curls across his lips like something secret and sinful, the Maverick would make the same choice again in a heartbeat. His lips part to give the other man what he wants, his full name searing through his blood like a brand, but as the butcher's hips snap up and his fingers move teasingly closer, whatever words that have formed give way to a breathless groan of near bliss.
The fiery hand on his lover's shoulder sneaks towards the back of his neck, Danta's head tilting back to expose his throat as Asta's fingers tighten in his hair. "Please, fuck--" he moans, thighs tightening around the butcher's waist, his hips moving of their own desperate accord. And gods - gods - when Asta does finally give him what he wants, the Maverick is already lost.
The intensity of his climax is enough to freeze the breath in his lungs, thundering through him and causing his hips to stutter. It's a few long seconds before he can snatch in a shaky gasp of air, exhaling it in a hissed curse and collapsing forward, boneless with ecstasy, into Asta's arms.
The fiery hand on his lover's shoulder sneaks towards the back of his neck, Danta's head tilting back to expose his throat as Asta's fingers tighten in his hair. "Please, fuck--" he moans, thighs tightening around the butcher's waist, his hips moving of their own desperate accord. And gods - gods - when Asta does finally give him what he wants, the Maverick is already lost.
The intensity of his climax is enough to freeze the breath in his lungs, thundering through him and causing his hips to stutter. It's a few long seconds before he can snatch in a shaky gasp of air, exhaling it in a hissed curse and collapsing forward, boneless with ecstasy, into Asta's arms.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
