[SE] 'til you get to the bottomland

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

To the stars it is.

Danta moves beneath Asta's hands as if he was born to fit against his palms and bear the mark of his teeth and nails, the Maverick's mouth brushing against the butcher's lips as he shifts his weight. A soft hitch of breath drags from his throat to feel his hips rock up and against him, his smile something that tries and fails to be coy and amused. "Perfect for you," he agrees, coiling one arm around his shoulders properly whilst his free hand takes full advantage of Asta's glamour.

Fingers run indulgently through his dark hair, flinching as Danta sinks down fully onto his cock, and when the other man's hand grips his arousal he's well and truly lost to the moment. If there are threats outside the tent then they're welcome to watch and listen, and if they choose to interrupt then they're welcome to get killed for it. "You can fuck me harder than that," he whispers, his teasing framed by a fanged smile that threatens to drop into a moan at any moment.

Dantalion

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