quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
"You're a king of so much more than that," Danta says through a huff of laughter, fingers tightening ever so slightly in the back of Asta's hair like he can persuade his lips to remain against his throat even while the rest of his body gets up to its usual mischief. His own tail coils around the butcher's calf, squeezing tight, and a soft gasp escapes his lips at the hot line of fire his tongue paints against his neck.
"Not too quiet though," he adds breathlessly, the words half caught in a broken moan to feel the sudden heat and pressure against his still-trapped erection, his cock throbbing hard and his hips rocking into the touch of their own accord. "I wouldn't want people to think you're not enjoying yourself."
They both know Danta doesn't intend to be quiet in any sense of the word, the Maverick's free hand teasing down Asta's chest towards his belt now, tugging it free from the buckle with a mix of skill and impatience. "Please," he whispers, the words little more than a soft breath against the other man's ear, "fuck me like you mean it."
"Not too quiet though," he adds breathlessly, the words half caught in a broken moan to feel the sudden heat and pressure against his still-trapped erection, his cock throbbing hard and his hips rocking into the touch of their own accord. "I wouldn't want people to think you're not enjoying yourself."
They both know Danta doesn't intend to be quiet in any sense of the word, the Maverick's free hand teasing down Asta's chest towards his belt now, tugging it free from the buckle with a mix of skill and impatience. "Please," he whispers, the words little more than a soft breath against the other man's ear, "fuck me like you mean it."
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
