i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Hands pour through his hair, gripping the raven strands tight to keep him held at bay but it also sparks that sensation of sharp pinpricks from where it tugs at the roots. Satisfaction curls in the butcher’s chest, a yawning pit of warmth and desire that glitters around the folds to soothe and abate any potential jealousy that had started to take root. He laps up the beads of blood until Danta’s head tilts down, until the butcher’s forehead is there to meet his, to watch him come undone when his climax strikes.
Dark eyes take him in, reflecting a similar sharp obsidian of Dygra’s soak in each and every shift of his lover’s face, from the hitch of his breath, the way his lips work with the words that break through him, the curve and twist when he cums with a force even Asta isn’t sure he’s witnessed just yet. It’s enough to undo him, too, the burning sensation finally reaching a sharp pitch, the tension taught enough that his tail curls as he rocks his hips to help Danta ride it out while he comes undone too.
The hand slips away from Danta’s front when he crumples, smoothing up his back to press him in against him as he pants for breath, pushing up enough that the hand that had been used to steady him can wind and wrap around his lover’s body. “I love you, darling.” He says in this moment of bliss, of relief and serenity in spite of the iron that still trickles through the air.
Dark eyes take him in, reflecting a similar sharp obsidian of Dygra’s soak in each and every shift of his lover’s face, from the hitch of his breath, the way his lips work with the words that break through him, the curve and twist when he cums with a force even Asta isn’t sure he’s witnessed just yet. It’s enough to undo him, too, the burning sensation finally reaching a sharp pitch, the tension taught enough that his tail curls as he rocks his hips to help Danta ride it out while he comes undone too.
The hand slips away from Danta’s front when he crumples, smoothing up his back to press him in against him as he pants for breath, pushing up enough that the hand that had been used to steady him can wind and wrap around his lover’s body. “I love you, darling.” He says in this moment of bliss, of relief and serenity in spite of the iron that still trickles through the air.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
