all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
Huffing out a breath as his back meets the tree, Danta's fingers tighten in Asta's hair to feel the other man's hands drag down his sides, setting every part of him aflame with his touch. He arches into it subconsciously, silently begging the butcher to strip him of his clothes right here and now - which, let's be honest, wouldn't even be for the first time here in the Greatwood.
But then his mouth is on his lips once again, Danta moaning softly and relishing every possessive touch, every claiming kiss. It's deliberate, the way he keeps himself glamoured, as if to act the prey to Asta's predator here in the depths of the forest. "How do you want me?" he whispers in the fraction of space between them when, at last, they part for a second.
"Against this tree? On my knees? Or shall I ride you until the feel of you makes me come undone?"
But then his mouth is on his lips once again, Danta moaning softly and relishing every possessive touch, every claiming kiss. It's deliberate, the way he keeps himself glamoured, as if to act the prey to Asta's predator here in the depths of the forest. "How do you want me?" he whispers in the fraction of space between them when, at last, they part for a second.
"Against this tree? On my knees? Or shall I ride you until the feel of you makes me come undone?"
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
