in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I do have form for being fairly creative--" Cut off by the sudden and unexpected grip on his tail, Danta arches forward, his hand around Asta's cock growing tighter for a moment as a breathless laugh escapes his throat, before he continues with steady, teasing strokes. "Right now?" he repeats, voice dipping lower, his head tilting as if he might feel the other man's voice drip across his skin like something physical.
"I am entirely at your mercy," he decides, nearly whispering the admission. "However you want, for however long you want, however hard you want. I'm all yours." The tip of his tail curls with delight even as the words leave Danta's lips, his free hand dragging lightly across the butcher's chest, leaving flickers of fire in its wake. "Do your worst, Asta."
"I am entirely at your mercy," he decides, nearly whispering the admission. "However you want, for however long you want, however hard you want. I'm all yours." The tip of his tail curls with delight even as the words leave Danta's lips, his free hand dragging lightly across the butcher's chest, leaving flickers of fire in its wake. "Do your worst, Asta."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
