quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Caught between the cool silk of the sheets and the living fire of Asta's body, Danta's senses are already overwhelmed with the other man's presence even before one of his wicked hands starts to stray south. Busy and distracted with his attentions against his throat, the butcher will doubtlessly feel and hear it as Danta's breath catches with the sudden brush of fingers against his cock, and he's already lifting his hips and hooking his other leg around Asta's waist as he shifts tantalisingly closer - but not close enough for him, not yet.
The honey-sweet purr of the other man's voice in his ear has a rush of heat flushing his cheeks pink and setting his blood alight, and whatever response the Maverick might have had in mind, whether clumsy or poetic or something in between, it warps into a sudden - and very vocal - moan of pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Asta--" The words are clipped, half whispered against his lover's ear as he takes him, his cock throbbing hard in his skilled grip.
"More," he groans, fire flaring between his fingertips to chase down the butcher's back, as if he can stoke the heat between them to something raw and overwhelming and out of control.
The honey-sweet purr of the other man's voice in his ear has a rush of heat flushing his cheeks pink and setting his blood alight, and whatever response the Maverick might have had in mind, whether clumsy or poetic or something in between, it warps into a sudden - and very vocal - moan of pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Asta--" The words are clipped, half whispered against his lover's ear as he takes him, his cock throbbing hard in his skilled grip.
"More," he groans, fire flaring between his fingertips to chase down the butcher's back, as if he can stoke the heat between them to something raw and overwhelming and out of control.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
