// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The groan leaves him as he feels Danta mold and melt with him, with both legs wrapped around his waist and his hand free to dig into his lover’s side just over the jut of his hip bone, Asta thrives purely on the Maverick’s voice as it leaves his throat in an almost dizzying need. Even as he silences him with the press of his kiss, he can feel each gasp and groan into it, fingers tightening as his forehead tips toward Danta’s, his own gasps and growls leaving him with each punishing thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, Danta,” his voice is deeper, more of that old Whitebrim accent leaving him with the curse – because there’s one thing that Danta does that drives him absolutely insane and that’s when his voice drops into a beg. He’s helpless but to comply with it, like his body starts to move before his mind can keep up, absolutely lost in the feeling and sensation of him.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t change anything up. He keeps the Maverick’s cock pinned between them to get the friction of each and every thrust, and each thrust drives that electricity further and further into his bones, fighting through each and every vein the butcher has. He doesn’t need to fight through his breaths and desire to tell Danta that he drives him crazy, sure that he can feel it with each increase of tension and the way his hands are entirely possessive in how they hold the Maverick to him, so he focuses on winding his fiancé up further and further.
“Fuck, Danta,” his voice is deeper, more of that old Whitebrim accent leaving him with the curse – because there’s one thing that Danta does that drives him absolutely insane and that’s when his voice drops into a beg. He’s helpless but to comply with it, like his body starts to move before his mind can keep up, absolutely lost in the feeling and sensation of him.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t change anything up. He keeps the Maverick’s cock pinned between them to get the friction of each and every thrust, and each thrust drives that electricity further and further into his bones, fighting through each and every vein the butcher has. He doesn’t need to fight through his breaths and desire to tell Danta that he drives him crazy, sure that he can feel it with each increase of tension and the way his hands are entirely possessive in how they hold the Maverick to him, so he focuses on winding his fiancé up further and further.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
