in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Asta is right - Danta is far beyond the point of no return, and no sooner have the words left the butcher's lips when his pleasure crests into something bright and lightning-quick and all consuming. His fingers flinch in the fabric of the couch, the praise spilling from him in a broken moan as his hips roll back hard against the other man. Bliss sets his nerves alight and has his blood turning molten, and gods, nothing matters but this, but these feverish, stretched out seconds of ecstasy.
Slowly, Danta becomes aware of his own ragged breathing, but he's not able to say how long it has been or whether they are even still on the couch (they might have toppled to the floor for all he cares). There's a delicious ache in his hips and lower back and he can taste blood on his lips, and though he still can't see he lifts his head at last to angle his chin over his shoulder as if to seek Asta out. "Fuck, that was good," he pants.
Slowly, Danta becomes aware of his own ragged breathing, but he's not able to say how long it has been or whether they are even still on the couch (they might have toppled to the floor for all he cares). There's a delicious ache in his hips and lower back and he can taste blood on his lips, and though he still can't see he lifts his head at last to angle his chin over his shoulder as if to seek Asta out. "Fuck, that was good," he pants.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
