// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
"Mm, I'd make sure I looked her in the eye while I fucked you," Danta purrs, a wicked smile on his lips that Asta will feel against his throat. "Next time you're down there dressed as yourself, she won't know what to do." He knows what she'll want to do, though, and it's a very similar tableau to the one playing out right now. Anything further he might want to say on the matter is lost in the anchoring fingers in his hair and the touch trickling fire between his shoulders, Danta stiflling a moan in the crook of Asta's neck and grasping him suddenly closer.
The butcher isn't renowned for being vocal (not compared to the Maverick), and so the sound of his enjoyment has a fresh thrill of arousal crackling low in Danta's belly, one of his hands slipping beneath Asta's lower back as if to further support the arch of his body. "Fuck," he pants. "Keep this up and I don't know how you expect me to last--"
The butcher isn't renowned for being vocal (not compared to the Maverick), and so the sound of his enjoyment has a fresh thrill of arousal crackling low in Danta's belly, one of his hands slipping beneath Asta's lower back as if to further support the arch of his body. "Fuck," he pants. "Keep this up and I don't know how you expect me to last--"
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
