quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Hiccuping in a breath to feel himself hitched tantalisingly closer, the fire still racing down Asta's spine sputters and flares as Danta's control over it lapses. One of his hands falls back to clutch at the sheets over his head, back arching into every thrust, and it's with that bitten back moan of pleasure still echoing in his ears that he gazes up at the other man, eyes a wild, fey sort of blue in the low light.
"You're not so bad yourself," he whispers, shivering out an exhale and tipping his head back with the telltale rush of flame encircling his throat. It'll singe the silk for sure, but the tang of smoke mingling with the blood and sex in the air will only make it better for Danta. "Gods, fuck me, Asta--"
His free hand presses over the butcher's against his chest, fingers splaying between his own, and he keeps his eyes on the other man as if he might be able to spy the moment he starts to lose himself to the madness of the moment. Already a dark eyed demon above him, dangerously handsome and with crimson on his lips, the Maverick nevertheless knows there's more to this dance yet to come.
"You're not so bad yourself," he whispers, shivering out an exhale and tipping his head back with the telltale rush of flame encircling his throat. It'll singe the silk for sure, but the tang of smoke mingling with the blood and sex in the air will only make it better for Danta. "Gods, fuck me, Asta--"
His free hand presses over the butcher's against his chest, fingers splaying between his own, and he keeps his eyes on the other man as if he might be able to spy the moment he starts to lose himself to the madness of the moment. Already a dark eyed demon above him, dangerously handsome and with crimson on his lips, the Maverick nevertheless knows there's more to this dance yet to come.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
