sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth

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

Blindfolded as he is, it's safe to say that Danta lives for the ways he can sense that Asta is enjoying himself, whether it's by the rumble of his voice or the throb of his cock. He's sure to reward him handsomely for every little slip in composure, too, letting his hand grow a little less firm around him so his hips can snap forward for a couple of seconds, or by lavishing him with attention with his tongue.

At the words that finally growl past his lips, Danta finally withdraws for a few moments, hand stroking against Asta's cock in hard, practiced strokes, even as he pants for breath and lets out a soft moan at the pleasure being given to him in return. "If you like that, imagine what I can do with the rest of me," he purrs, cocky and undoubtedly enjoying himself. Before the other man can quip something witty in return, the Maverick will hope to silence him again with his mouth, taking as much of him as possible with each bob of his head.

Dantalion