[SE] 'til you get to the bottomland

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

"Yeah?" Danta purrs, his voice barely beyond a whisper as they continue to grope at one another like they've been apart for weeks rather than a matter of hours, the Maverick grinning up at the colourful canopy overhead. "I'll add it to the list of things I know you like to hear." His name sounding like a plea from Danta's lips; a please grated out between hitches of breath, and now this.

Danta arches against the fingers that carve their path down his spine, trying and failing to cage his groan of pleasure as the movement traps his already hard cock between them even further. "Well, then," he says, breathless under the butcher's expert touch, "far be it for me to take that away from you." All that's left to do is for him to be fucked, and he'll serenade him until the stars really do appear.

He might have said as much were it not for the kiss Asta promptly takes from his lips, stifling his moan of approval and angling him forward a little more. It's enough to let the Maverick shift to sit properly astride his lover, knees pressed to the plush furs, tail lashing behind him, and his hands brace more readily against Asta's shoulders.

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell