// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
He presses himself closer and Asta feels that residual heat, bouncing between the two of them that burrows in each and every bone. It’s little lightning strikes, landing each time their hips meet, and when Danta keels over more to claim his mouth in a sloppy kiss, the butcher’s fingers dig in sharply to bruise, a small claiming mark before the end sizzles through them.
The urgency in Danta’s tone is bolstered by Asta’s easy ability to follow this request, though it does help with the sound of Danta’s voice dropping to a beg. Asta, himself, isn’t quiet either, pouring each and every moan and sound and praise into his lover’s mouth regardless of how primal and intense each kiss is.
He feels the tension in Danta before it breaks, the thunder of his heart pounding so hard against his chest and scars that he’s sure the other Ancient can feel it as it rises in him. Like a tidal wave, it crashes against him and he breaks too, bolstered by the way he closes his jaw in such a way that the sharp teeth nick the inside of his cheek, and while Danta rides out the waves himself, Asta surges up for the kiss to keep him close, blood painting the kiss between them as he thinks he absolutely does see stars.
The urgency in Danta’s tone is bolstered by Asta’s easy ability to follow this request, though it does help with the sound of Danta’s voice dropping to a beg. Asta, himself, isn’t quiet either, pouring each and every moan and sound and praise into his lover’s mouth regardless of how primal and intense each kiss is.
He feels the tension in Danta before it breaks, the thunder of his heart pounding so hard against his chest and scars that he’s sure the other Ancient can feel it as it rises in him. Like a tidal wave, it crashes against him and he breaks too, bolstered by the way he closes his jaw in such a way that the sharp teeth nick the inside of his cheek, and while Danta rides out the waves himself, Asta surges up for the kiss to keep him close, blood painting the kiss between them as he thinks he absolutely does see stars.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
