Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He wants nothing more than to devour the sounds leaving the Maverick, uncaring of whether or not the hand braced around his wrist covers the pale scars of shackles from centuries before. It’s entirely indulgent, in the way that the butcher feels with Danta’s other hand fisting into his dark hair and the way he appears to press even harder against the hand at his throat.
Between that and the rush of heat in him that arcs and spreads its wildfire through each of his veins, Asta begins to lose the battle. He feels it the second Danta snaps, the way his body lurches and rides the waves of bliss thereafter, the way his name is haggard from his lips between a lack of air and the sudden overwhelm of his orgasm.
All things that the taller Ancient thrives on. He holds him up tighter, ensuring he won’t lose his balance because he’s essentially pinning him to his body, loosening the hold on his throat and diving his bearded face in against Danta’s shoulder where his growls and moans are less muffled than they had been when he’d stolen his kiss. It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, teeth sinking into the soft space of where his neck and shoulder meet, surging into Danta as his climax overtakes him, each and every bruising touch growing more reverent as the seconds pass, remaining steady and strong as he continues to hold the Maverick.
Between that and the rush of heat in him that arcs and spreads its wildfire through each of his veins, Asta begins to lose the battle. He feels it the second Danta snaps, the way his body lurches and rides the waves of bliss thereafter, the way his name is haggard from his lips between a lack of air and the sudden overwhelm of his orgasm.
All things that the taller Ancient thrives on. He holds him up tighter, ensuring he won’t lose his balance because he’s essentially pinning him to his body, loosening the hold on his throat and diving his bearded face in against Danta’s shoulder where his growls and moans are less muffled than they had been when he’d stolen his kiss. It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, teeth sinking into the soft space of where his neck and shoulder meet, surging into Danta as his climax overtakes him, each and every bruising touch growing more reverent as the seconds pass, remaining steady and strong as he continues to hold the Maverick.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
