sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Danta shifts and moves with every touch to his flushed skin, breath catching as Asta's hand finally reaches it's destination, and he has to fight the urge to lift his hips into the too-gentle touch. Cursing softly, his lips have nevertheless curled into a feline smile when he hears the command in Asta's voice, his cock throbbing hard in his grip. "My pleasure," he purrs, using the sound of his voice and the placement of his hands to orient himself - not that it's difficult.

His mouth and hands find the butcher's cock almost at the same time, Danta taking as much of him as he can get and paying no heed to unimportant things like breathing. Humming decadent approval around him, a sound that brings a sultry vibrations along for the ride, the Maverick's accompanying hand is firm but slow, as if to hold Asta in place, while his tongue works overtime to truly wind him up.

Dantalion