you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
Asta tilts his head into Danta's waiting fingers, but before the Maverick can properly indulge him the butcher's hips snap up sharply against him. His hands fist automatically in the dark locks, the movment dragging a rough cry of pleasure from his throat, leaving him panting hard and gazing back down at the other man through dark and hooded eyes. "If I'm not bruised then you're not doing it right," he whispers, the words framed by a wicked smile intended to tease, but he supposes Asta has a point.
So Danta opts to take matters into his own hands from this position, his hips rolling hard and deep against his lover, arms dropping to lace around his neck where he can brace himself better. He bites back a curse - barely - to feel the attention to his arousal dwindle to nothing, his cock throbbing hard against the too-slow pace, head tilting back a fraction to bare his throat to the play of shadow and light from the lanterns.
"You feel so fucking good," he mutters, one of his hands slipping down to press to Asta's chest, though if the butcher continues to leave him wanting, it'll trickle lower still.
So Danta opts to take matters into his own hands from this position, his hips rolling hard and deep against his lover, arms dropping to lace around his neck where he can brace himself better. He bites back a curse - barely - to feel the attention to his arousal dwindle to nothing, his cock throbbing hard against the too-slow pace, head tilting back a fraction to bare his throat to the play of shadow and light from the lanterns.
"You feel so fucking good," he mutters, one of his hands slipping down to press to Asta's chest, though if the butcher continues to leave him wanting, it'll trickle lower still.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
