// up above so, up above so quiet //
He aims to be overwhelming in the sense that he doesn’t want to know where he begins and Danta ends. A sensation that he achieves with the way his hands encompass him, his tail as it slips in and applies pressure. Low groans leave the butcher with each thrust of his hips, Danta’s own movement driving him deeper with more satisfaction curling in Asta’s chest.
“I know you do, darling.” The cocky purr slips from him breathlessly, one hand loosening the tight grip he’s had to spread his hand out and press along his lover’s spine, flame dancing at his fingertips. It’s a warmth he aims to sink into Danta’s bones to pair with the new angle he takes. It makes him drive deeper, his tail tightening with a squeeze. “Gods, Danta,” He doesn’t hide the sounds or feel of his pleasure, amplifying it instead because of the blindfold.
“I know you do, darling.” The cocky purr slips from him breathlessly, one hand loosening the tight grip he’s had to spread his hand out and press along his lover’s spine, flame dancing at his fingertips. It’s a warmth he aims to sink into Danta’s bones to pair with the new angle he takes. It makes him drive deeper, his tail tightening with a squeeze. “Gods, Danta,” He doesn’t hide the sounds or feel of his pleasure, amplifying it instead because of the blindfold.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
