[SE] love you 'til I rust

// you knew who I was //

"Ah, my mistake. I'll keep that in mind for next time," Danta purrs, managing to sneak another kiss against Asta's fingertips before he's ushering him to rise to his feet, something the Maverick does without complaint. Having been hoping for a taste of the butcher's lips, it's only the reminder that there's no fun in being impatient (speak for yourself) that has him turning so willingly into his lover's touch.

His breath hitches at the searing heat against his back and the way Asta's arousal is suddenly caged between them, and as they sink back against the wall he can feel the butcher's touch as lines of fire painting across his body, dragging a quiet moan from his throat. Tilting his head readily into the touch, his hands tries to follow Asta's without much success; one covers the other man's against his chest, the other clutching at his forearm as he uses a combination of his mouth and his fingers to return the favour.

"Fuck," he whispers, already breathless and flushed with the way he's so easily manhandled, never mind the quick, tight pace against his cock. Trapped and unable to move, he nevertheless rocks his hips automatically into the touch, grinding back against Asta at the same time and biting back a groan of anticipation for all the pleasure they're yet to give one another.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //