// up above so, up above so quiet //
When it breaks through Danta, it’s a ripple effect for the butcher. He surges back, hips crashing into his with a surprise and stuttered press from where he’d been originally intending on the next thrust. It breaks through him with a violent ripple, arcing over his lover’s back as his fingers dig in and his orgasm hits him like a train. His own voice accompanies Danta’s own, the myriad of accented words escaping him to where it’s almost mumbled incoherency.
Then, all that’s left is their panting breaths, the sweet ache in his bones, the blood in the air from not only Danta but Asta himself — and I know what you’re thinking, but no, it had simply been an accident in which a sharp tooth has hit the inside of his cheek — that when Danta’s voice reaches him, he has to pull his cheek up from Danta’s spine to glance up at him, as if having forgotten he was blindfolded.
“I am always happy to hear about my performance, love.” He smirks, shifting only enough to make it so he can sit back on the couch and tug Danta into his lap, reaching up to untie the blindfold to let it fall between them, immediately diving in for a breathless kiss.
Then, all that’s left is their panting breaths, the sweet ache in his bones, the blood in the air from not only Danta but Asta himself — and I know what you’re thinking, but no, it had simply been an accident in which a sharp tooth has hit the inside of his cheek — that when Danta’s voice reaches him, he has to pull his cheek up from Danta’s spine to glance up at him, as if having forgotten he was blindfolded.
“I am always happy to hear about my performance, love.” He smirks, shifting only enough to make it so he can sit back on the couch and tug Danta into his lap, reaching up to untie the blindfold to let it fall between them, immediately diving in for a breathless kiss.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
