// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The weight of Danta’s leg winding around his waist, the way his tail wraps around his leg to keep him close, Asta has very little to complain about even as that particular comment leaves the Maverick’s lips. Thinking about anyone else in this position with his fiancé sparks more of that genuine possessiveness, the need to be the only one that Asta can only show by doing. “I know, darling.” The butcher brags easily, breathless and needy as the rain pelts down harder on their tent.
It doesn’t take long for him to be satisfied with his work, lining them up swiftly to sink into him with the snap of his hips. His hand tightens in his lover’s hair, a moan slipping from him as he’s positioned himself in just the precise way that Danta’s cock is pressed between them with the movement, enough to offer that delicious friction. “Look at you, you are perfect. the praise leaves him easily, bolstered by the way Danta knows all the right buttons to press. The ego, the possessiveness, the need. If he had his choice, he’d stay buried here as long as he could – proof enough that the Maverick has and likely always will do such an outstanding job.
But to sell the point a bit further, he does curve in against him to claim his lips again, blood still staining his lips in a messy and somewhat uncoordinated kiss with the pace his hips take.
It doesn’t take long for him to be satisfied with his work, lining them up swiftly to sink into him with the snap of his hips. His hand tightens in his lover’s hair, a moan slipping from him as he’s positioned himself in just the precise way that Danta’s cock is pressed between them with the movement, enough to offer that delicious friction. “Look at you, you are perfect. the praise leaves him easily, bolstered by the way Danta knows all the right buttons to press. The ego, the possessiveness, the need. If he had his choice, he’d stay buried here as long as he could – proof enough that the Maverick has and likely always will do such an outstanding job.
But to sell the point a bit further, he does curve in against him to claim his lips again, blood still staining his lips in a messy and somewhat uncoordinated kiss with the pace his hips take.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
