// up above so, up above so quiet //
He would never claim that he owns Danta, having known the man well enough to know that there are certain boundaries he would not cross even if the Maverick allowed him. But his possessiveness gets crossed with it, the fact that he needs control is as much of an indicator that Danta is his and no one else’s.
However, on the flip side of that, despite needing to be in control, Asta is entirely Danta’s. The black void of his heart, the shadowy expanse, a complete and utter playground for him to do with what he pleases. Even if he’s digging fingerprint marks into his lover’s skin in a visual proof (alongside the other scars on his body) that say otherwise.
Such that as Asta sinks in, it’s with a growl both primal and him that leaves him in delight. Giving him a moment to prop himself up, his tail sweeps in again — this time fitting between their legs to wrap around Danta’s length with enough pressure that as he fucks him, he’ll rock forward with enough movement to get him off too. “When have I ever, darling?” The cocky confidence escapes him as he buries himself deeper into his lover when he rocks back.
However, on the flip side of that, despite needing to be in control, Asta is entirely Danta’s. The black void of his heart, the shadowy expanse, a complete and utter playground for him to do with what he pleases. Even if he’s digging fingerprint marks into his lover’s skin in a visual proof (alongside the other scars on his body) that say otherwise.
Such that as Asta sinks in, it’s with a growl both primal and him that leaves him in delight. Giving him a moment to prop himself up, his tail sweeps in again — this time fitting between their legs to wrap around Danta’s length with enough pressure that as he fucks him, he’ll rock forward with enough movement to get him off too. “When have I ever, darling?” The cocky confidence escapes him as he buries himself deeper into his lover when he rocks back.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
