I want indulgence

// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //

Softly gasping against the sudden friction between them as Asta complies with his wishes, and feeling every nerve catch fire with the nails carving blunt pathways across his back and shoulders, it's a wonder that Danta doesn't lose his composure entirely in that moment. One of his hands clutches at the sheets beneath them as if to remind himself to behave, his tail curling tightly around Asta's calf, and his tongue flicks against one of the butcher's sharp fangs - not enough to draw blood, but to encourage it if it's what the other man wants and needs.

As for what Danta needs, his arousal is utterly impossible to ignore by now, and being positioned so deliciously between the butcher's thighs is not helping matters. "I've wanted to do this before we even left the room earlier," he admits, voice rough in its confession, and he doesn't try to hide the wicked smile in it. Still, as he shifts to adjust himself against Asta, there's something deliberate in every movement, despite the hard length of his cock twitching impatiently between them.

"Fuck, I want you." Said almost like an apology, the words taper off into a gruff moan as he finally loses his fight with himself, hips driving forward in a slow thrust to enter the other man.

Dantalion

// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //