// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
The curse that slips from Danta’s voice is the boon Asta needs as he descends. Teeth bite into his shoulder — not nearly as deep as he’d like, but he’s conscious enough to stop himself even if everything else screams otherwise. He’s aware of the way Danta breaks, the mess that’s created between them that he helps draw from the other Ancient.
It helps him, too, the way Danta’s fingers thread through dark hair, twisting and holding and dextrously evading nicking his horns, the taste of iron flooding his tongue is his final undoing. He cranes into him hard, his orgasm thundering through him with a groan that leaves him wrapped around the Maverick’s full first name.
His heartbeat thunders in his chest, breath completely unstable before he’s surging up through the hold Danta has in his hair to press a bloody and greedy kiss to his fiancé’s lips, withdrawing to pant above him and press his forehead to his as he closes his eyes and hoarsely whisper, “I love you.”
It helps him, too, the way Danta’s fingers thread through dark hair, twisting and holding and dextrously evading nicking his horns, the taste of iron flooding his tongue is his final undoing. He cranes into him hard, his orgasm thundering through him with a groan that leaves him wrapped around the Maverick’s full first name.
His heartbeat thunders in his chest, breath completely unstable before he’s surging up through the hold Danta has in his hair to press a bloody and greedy kiss to his fiancé’s lips, withdrawing to pant above him and press his forehead to his as he closes his eyes and hoarsely whisper, “I love you.”
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
