southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Danta's already forgotten what he was trying to say, so it's a good thing Asta doesn't expect him to finish his thought. It's about all he can do to catch his breath between each slow buck of the other man's hips, every thrust adding fuel to the fire that's been lit at the base of his spine. "I'm all for you," he manages in response to the butcher's groan of pleasure, head tipping back a little at the feel of the fiery collar about his neck. "All yours."

The light of it flares behind his closed eyes, Danta letting out a moan that almost begs the butcher to force him over that edge, but as he gazes back down at the other man it's evident that he won't be falling alone. "Good," he whispers, hips rocking a little more sharply against him, the friction between their bodies trapping the aching length of his cock and coaxing him even closer.

"I don't want you to last," he pants, fingers flinching in Asta's hair as pleasure crackles through his core and threatens to overflow entirely. "I want you to cum."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash