you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
I love it when you talk like that, is what Danta would say if he had breath enough for the words. To hear Asta's composure fracture under the weight of pleasure, to feel his control start to slip in time with the lowering of his voice, the rough edges of his accent; it scratches an itch in the Maverick's subconscious he's only barely aware exists. All of those sweet nothings stay locked in his throat, alas, because as the butcher clasps him closer and continues to fuck him so exquisitely, all other thoughts scatter to ash in his mind.
"Asta, fuck - please," he moans, his fingertips biting into the other man's shoulders to try and find purchase. Later he'll kiss each individual crescent moon left behind from his nails in apology, but for now his focus narrows down to the heat of his lover's body and the way each thrust seems to make him catch fire a little more, his blood singing with a pleasure that he knows will magnify tenfold if only Asta would just touch him, even for a moment.
"More," he begs, his voice dropping to something rough and almost urgent as they move against one another and the rain starts to hammer in earnest against the tent. "Gods, you're gonna make me cum--"
"Asta, fuck - please," he moans, his fingertips biting into the other man's shoulders to try and find purchase. Later he'll kiss each individual crescent moon left behind from his nails in apology, but for now his focus narrows down to the heat of his lover's body and the way each thrust seems to make him catch fire a little more, his blood singing with a pleasure that he knows will magnify tenfold if only Asta would just touch him, even for a moment.
"More," he begs, his voice dropping to something rough and almost urgent as they move against one another and the rain starts to hammer in earnest against the tent. "Gods, you're gonna make me cum--"
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
