in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, only sometimes," Danta confirms, a shiver racing up his spine as Asta's fingers trickle down to his hips and against his tail and his ass; evidently with the loss of his sight, his other senses have more than started to make up for it. "Other times, I want to be the one riding you," he continues, breath skipping in a little as the butcher's lips are suddenly against the side of his neck. With both hands free, Danta braces one back against his chest, the other continuing to tease buttons and tug at the fabric of his pants.
"And then there are times where I want you to pin me against a wall, or a table, or in a doorway. I'm always thinking about it in some way or another," he assures him, a devilish smile curling across his lips as, finally, his fingers find the hard length of Asta's cock. "Right now, though, I wish I could see the look on your face," he whispers, hand stroking slow and hard against him, squeezing at the base.
"And then there are times where I want you to pin me against a wall, or a table, or in a doorway. I'm always thinking about it in some way or another," he assures him, a devilish smile curling across his lips as, finally, his fingers find the hard length of Asta's cock. "Right now, though, I wish I could see the look on your face," he whispers, hand stroking slow and hard against him, squeezing at the base.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
