you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Asta will find very little resistance in his lover as he angles them up, Danta's back arching off the furs as if to chase after the heat of the butcher's body, only to find his hand slipping between them instead. "Oh, fuck..." The curse barely has time to spill from his lips before his breath hitches and a bitten back cry of pleasure scrapes through his throat.
It's all too much - the relentless snap of the other man's hips into him, the tight stroke of his cock, the command in his voice and the prick of his teeth against his neck, and Danta's climax rocks through him with neither warning nor permission. He's distantly aware that he might have called out Asta's name, if not out loud then certainly in his mind, and as wave after wave of bliss floods through every nerve ending, he's entirely lost to it. Drowning, yes, but happily so, and only as the world feels like it's starting to darken at the edges does the Maverick realise he's forgotten to breathe.
Lungs screaming, the gasp of air he snatches in is an ecstasy all of its own. His fingers have found their way into the back of Asta's hair, tight in the dark locks, though he's oblivious as to whether he'd been trying to hold the other man back or press his sharp teeth closer, deeper into his throat. He can feel the frantic beat of his pulse everywhere, left panting and utterly spent in the wake of the butcher's hard work, and as aftershocks of pleasure continue to rack through him, it's about all he can do to remain curled around him, eyes fluttering shut, wholly possessed and wanting for nothing.
It's all too much - the relentless snap of the other man's hips into him, the tight stroke of his cock, the command in his voice and the prick of his teeth against his neck, and Danta's climax rocks through him with neither warning nor permission. He's distantly aware that he might have called out Asta's name, if not out loud then certainly in his mind, and as wave after wave of bliss floods through every nerve ending, he's entirely lost to it. Drowning, yes, but happily so, and only as the world feels like it's starting to darken at the edges does the Maverick realise he's forgotten to breathe.
Lungs screaming, the gasp of air he snatches in is an ecstasy all of its own. His fingers have found their way into the back of Asta's hair, tight in the dark locks, though he's oblivious as to whether he'd been trying to hold the other man back or press his sharp teeth closer, deeper into his throat. He can feel the frantic beat of his pulse everywhere, left panting and utterly spent in the wake of the butcher's hard work, and as aftershocks of pleasure continue to rack through him, it's about all he can do to remain curled around him, eyes fluttering shut, wholly possessed and wanting for nothing.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
