quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Danta can sense the silk singeing beneath him, his mouth curling in a smile that's wiped away near instantly by the pleasure Asta continues to coax from him, and it's a good thing the butcher retains some modicum of control, because Danta's got no chance at keeping the flames at bay. It's with pupils blown wide and black that he continues to watch the other man do what he does best, though as the snap of Asta's hips slows to something near gentle, a moan of protest begins low in his throat.
It's stolen away, though, to feel the butcher press into him further, and his eyes slip shut to fully embrace the soft fire of bloodied lips against his skin. Gasping a note of need and near ecstasy as fresh blood springs to the surface, suddenly Asta is moving against him like something feral, Danta all but clinging to him even as the work of his hips and his hands all but drag him to the brink.
"I'm gonna cum--" It's less warning and more praise sung out into the space between them, his cock throbbing hard in the butcher's grip, and barely a second or two later Asta's name breaks from Danta's lips as something both sacred and unholy. Pleasure rocks through him as if it's holding him hostage, seizing the breath in his lungs and setting his fingers flinching against the other man's back, hard enough to leave small, crescent kisses in his skin by the time he comes back to himself.
It's stolen away, though, to feel the butcher press into him further, and his eyes slip shut to fully embrace the soft fire of bloodied lips against his skin. Gasping a note of need and near ecstasy as fresh blood springs to the surface, suddenly Asta is moving against him like something feral, Danta all but clinging to him even as the work of his hips and his hands all but drag him to the brink.
"I'm gonna cum--" It's less warning and more praise sung out into the space between them, his cock throbbing hard in the butcher's grip, and barely a second or two later Asta's name breaks from Danta's lips as something both sacred and unholy. Pleasure rocks through him as if it's holding him hostage, seizing the breath in his lungs and setting his fingers flinching against the other man's back, hard enough to leave small, crescent kisses in his skin by the time he comes back to himself.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
