southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

There’s a certain other stroke that Danta sparks as he makes the claim that he’s all his. It buries deep in the confines of his ego, the fact that leaves him in a growled and equally breathless confirmation. “You’re mine.” It’s half a snarl half a promise, the fiery collar around both of their necks tightening in a delicious heat of flame.

His warning isn’t so much of a warning, it seems. With the way Danta’s hips twitch harder, changing and shifting their thrusts that Asta quickly takes over, the pace increases to chase the tension burning through him. He holds him closer, providing the friction Danta needs himself, the clear indicator that both Asta and Danta are going to reach that edge together.

The butcher wouldn’t have it any other way, though. It isn’t so much of a race to the finish line as it is the ease of falling into it. The speed does increase, but it doesn’t last, the tether in him snaps so violently that he doesn’t expect it. There isn’t even the urge to bite again, just the tug down to capture his lips as he growls his lovers name and all kinds of sweet nothings into the kiss.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///