// you knew who I was //
That faint scent of iron will be Danta's undoing in the end, whether he knows it or not - he's danced this dance with Asta for long enough now that blood has all but become routine, the crimson kiss preceding heights of reckless ecstasy. His fingers flinch around the butcher's forearm as he finally grips his cock, the overwhelming feel of him already dragging him inexorably towards climax. "Fuck, Asta--"
Cut off by his own gasp of pleasure, his head angles willingly to the side that the other man might claim his property with a bruising kiss. That in itself has something dark and altogether contradictory crackling through Danta's blood, but gods - gods - it just makes it all fucking better. "Don't stop," he begs, his fingers squeezing around the butcher's to guide his hand from his chest up and around his throat.
"Fuck, don't stop--" Encouraging him to squeeze and squeeze hard, Danta cums with a rough cry of bliss that absolutely won't be muffled behind the closed door of the tailor's. Not that he thinks the merchant has stuck around to listen. (Or maybe he has? Kinky.)
Cut off by his own gasp of pleasure, his head angles willingly to the side that the other man might claim his property with a bruising kiss. That in itself has something dark and altogether contradictory crackling through Danta's blood, but gods - gods - it just makes it all fucking better. "Don't stop," he begs, his fingers squeezing around the butcher's to guide his hand from his chest up and around his throat.
"Fuck, don't stop--" Encouraging him to squeeze and squeeze hard, Danta cums with a rough cry of bliss that absolutely won't be muffled behind the closed door of the tailor's. Not that he thinks the merchant has stuck around to listen. (Or maybe he has? Kinky.)
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
