in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Shivering in a breath to feel the wicked curl of Asta's tail between them, Danta's moan is loud and unapologetic at the unexpected surge of sensation from the butcher all around him. "It was just a friendly reminder," he pants, his words framed by a breathless laugh, before the ability to hold a conversation rapidly shrinks to the back of his mind.
"Fuck," he whispers as Asta drives himself deeper, the Maverick clutching at the side of the couch with white knuckles as if to brace himself, though his hips roll back with each of the other man's thrusts, as if to take as much of him as he possibly can. "Gods, I love the way you fuck me--" Cut off by his own pitched cry of pleasure, his forehead drops to rest against one of his arms, chest sinking down to sharpen the angle of his body.
"Fuck," he whispers as Asta drives himself deeper, the Maverick clutching at the side of the couch with white knuckles as if to brace himself, though his hips roll back with each of the other man's thrusts, as if to take as much of him as he possibly can. "Gods, I love the way you fuck me--" Cut off by his own pitched cry of pleasure, his forehead drops to rest against one of his arms, chest sinking down to sharpen the angle of his body.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
