// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
There’s satisfaction in the way Danta’s moan escapes him, punctuated and sharp and exactly everything he’d hoped for. Between the overwhelm of the pace of the stroke he’s picked and the way he drives himself into the other Ancient, Asta’s already alight himself. Fire sparks and burns in his gut, a slow burning thread that’s no less intense for the build up.
A (barely) bitten back moan leaves Asta in turn to feel the fire burn down his spine between his shoulder blades, his posture shifting to draw himself up, keeping Danta precisely where he is as he uses his free hand to draw him in closer still, hips picking a rhythm to match that of his occupied hand. It allows him the chance to peer down at his lover — eyes dark and full of heat and desire.
“You look so good like this, darling.” The purr is so thickly accented it’s almost like a growl, his hand flattening on Danta’s chest and sparking fire to curl up to his neck, the kiss of heat flaring against the Maverick’s jaw.
A (barely) bitten back moan leaves Asta in turn to feel the fire burn down his spine between his shoulder blades, his posture shifting to draw himself up, keeping Danta precisely where he is as he uses his free hand to draw him in closer still, hips picking a rhythm to match that of his occupied hand. It allows him the chance to peer down at his lover — eyes dark and full of heat and desire.
“You look so good like this, darling.” The purr is so thickly accented it’s almost like a growl, his hand flattening on Danta’s chest and sparking fire to curl up to his neck, the kiss of heat flaring against the Maverick’s jaw.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
