/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Asta’s more than willing to go slow and gentle, especially when the start of this had been far more carnal than anything they’ve done so far — burnt headboards and tables included. Danta’s moan is a boon, one that guides him further to driving him deeper in slower, more intense thrusts. His breath hitches with each one, unable to last quite as long as he otherwise does. The deluge of blood previously sparking the quicker intensity of his edge growing.
“Mm?” He prompts, not really caring whether he answers it or not. What he does know, is Danta feels amazing, and he is literally all the butcher thinks and feels. The grip to his shoulder is a shade, too, one that he notes but becomes part of a whole.
Jostled slightly with the match of their hips rocking together, it’s with those same heavy panting breaths still coated in blood that’s slowly drying as he looks up at Danta with the hooded gaze, fingers digging into his hips to drive himself deeper. “You feel amazing.” He groans up at his lover, summoning a ribbon of fire to wind around Danta’s neck in a hot collar that crosses over to his own, the fire burning away some of the blood in smudges of ash in a circle that combines the both of them and lightens his black gaze even brighter until it looks like it could be the lava rock within the magma as he meets his lovers gaze. Both are intertwined in more than one way, and the fire couldn’t be more symbolic for them right this second.
Realization dawns on him as he rocks his hips with a bit more intensity, chasing the rising tension with moans and growls that make him perhaps the loudest he’s been for the Maverick yet. “I won’t last long with you looking like this, love.” His bloody lips curl in a smirk.
“Mm?” He prompts, not really caring whether he answers it or not. What he does know, is Danta feels amazing, and he is literally all the butcher thinks and feels. The grip to his shoulder is a shade, too, one that he notes but becomes part of a whole.
Jostled slightly with the match of their hips rocking together, it’s with those same heavy panting breaths still coated in blood that’s slowly drying as he looks up at Danta with the hooded gaze, fingers digging into his hips to drive himself deeper. “You feel amazing.” He groans up at his lover, summoning a ribbon of fire to wind around Danta’s neck in a hot collar that crosses over to his own, the fire burning away some of the blood in smudges of ash in a circle that combines the both of them and lightens his black gaze even brighter until it looks like it could be the lava rock within the magma as he meets his lovers gaze. Both are intertwined in more than one way, and the fire couldn’t be more symbolic for them right this second.
Realization dawns on him as he rocks his hips with a bit more intensity, chasing the rising tension with moans and growls that make him perhaps the loudest he’s been for the Maverick yet. “I won’t last long with you looking like this, love.” His bloody lips curl in a smirk.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
