// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
The sight of Asta like this will be burned into Danta's mind for days afterwards, appearing whenever he closes his eyes or tries to concentrate or even glances towards the butcher from a certain angle. It's already enough to be his undoing without the overwhelming feel of him all around, and as his back arches and the Maverick's name hits the air, all honeyed need and utter devotion, fuck, he's lost.
It's sheer luck that stops the arm braced against the bed from buckling, Danta's bicep trembling with the effort as he cums, thrusting hard and deep with each intense pulse of pleasure until the screaming of his lungs reminds him that he also needs to breathe. Panting hard and lowering himself almost without choice to blanket the other man, his forehead pressed to Asta's scarred shoulder, his low laughter spills out as an exhausted sigh.
He doesn't speak just yet - doesn't need to, his tail slowly unravelling from Asta's calf to curl lazily across the blankets, his pulse hammering a metronome through his mind.
It's sheer luck that stops the arm braced against the bed from buckling, Danta's bicep trembling with the effort as he cums, thrusting hard and deep with each intense pulse of pleasure until the screaming of his lungs reminds him that he also needs to breathe. Panting hard and lowering himself almost without choice to blanket the other man, his forehead pressed to Asta's scarred shoulder, his low laughter spills out as an exhausted sigh.
He doesn't speak just yet - doesn't need to, his tail slowly unravelling from Asta's calf to curl lazily across the blankets, his pulse hammering a metronome through his mind.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
