all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
The forest overhead is all but ringing with the sound of Danta's pleasure by the time Asta obliges him, heat flushing across his chest and up his throat to his cheeks, his fingers tight in the back of the other man's hair as if to either spur him on or hold him at bay (perhaps both). "No, they don't," he bites out, breathless and feeling his climax start to crackle up the backs of his legs to roar through the base of his spine.
"No one does it like you," he moans, tilting his head down as if greedy for the look on Asta's face, for the warm and endless black of his eyes and the rough skill of his hands. "No one fucks me like you do, no one can make me cum like you--" As if summoning it with words alone, Danta's orgasm rocks through him like the gods have lost their grip on the world's foundations, sudden and intense.
Groaning something that sounds like the butcher's name, he all but crumples forward, clutching him close as if worried the moment will slip from his fingers.
"No one does it like you," he moans, tilting his head down as if greedy for the look on Asta's face, for the warm and endless black of his eyes and the rough skill of his hands. "No one fucks me like you do, no one can make me cum like you--" As if summoning it with words alone, Danta's orgasm rocks through him like the gods have lost their grip on the world's foundations, sudden and intense.
Groaning something that sounds like the butcher's name, he all but crumples forward, clutching him close as if worried the moment will slip from his fingers.
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.
