you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"No," Danta replies easily, the catlike smile on his face flickering only a little as the butcher's hand drags luxuriously down the length of his body before finally reaching its destination. "It's the man behind them." He hopes Asta isn't expecting him to wax lyrical about how little his scars matter though, not when his fingers are squeezing and stroking along the hard length of his cock.
Shivering in a breath and forcing himself to relax despite how he wants to lift his hips into the sensation, the Maverick's eyes slip shut as if to fully focus on the way Asta adjusts his legs, the way there's suddenly no distance left between them. Groaning something that sounds like the butcher's name, it's only as his head tips back that he thinks to draw up his glamour, horns and tail disappearing so he might leave their makeshift den unscathed.
"Always so tense," he purrs as the other man finally shifts over him, eyes hazed with desire, one hand leaving the furs to clasp the back of Asta's neck, stroking along the cords of muscle running down to his shoulders. "You can relax - I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours."
Shivering in a breath and forcing himself to relax despite how he wants to lift his hips into the sensation, the Maverick's eyes slip shut as if to fully focus on the way Asta adjusts his legs, the way there's suddenly no distance left between them. Groaning something that sounds like the butcher's name, it's only as his head tips back that he thinks to draw up his glamour, horns and tail disappearing so he might leave their makeshift den unscathed.
"Always so tense," he purrs as the other man finally shifts over him, eyes hazed with desire, one hand leaving the furs to clasp the back of Asta's neck, stroking along the cords of muscle running down to his shoulders. "You can relax - I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
