// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
He’s precisely where he wants to be, buried deep and relieving the itch that’s been burrowing under his skin each and every day that they’d been gone. But in the comfort of their den and the satisfaction of being alone aside from the blonde Ancient, Asta is able to let go a bit of the tension. But it’s the lingering tension of trying to ensure he doesn’t just say fuck it and upend Danta’s kind request.
“Good.” He hums, the word melting into a moan of his own, feeling the way Danta moves beneath him and with him. It’s enough to drive him a bit crazier, having to focus on not losing himself in the feel of him. His head lowers a fraction, dark hair falling forward to where the long edges of them brush across Danta’s chest. “Gods I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks despite whether Danta can see it or not, readjusting just enough to help bolster his lover’s position. The flat tip of his tail presses up against the small of Danta’s back as his hips and hand indulge his lover with a harder snap and tighter stroke, finally relieving some of the tension in his shoulders.
“Good.” He hums, the word melting into a moan of his own, feeling the way Danta moves beneath him and with him. It’s enough to drive him a bit crazier, having to focus on not losing himself in the feel of him. His head lowers a fraction, dark hair falling forward to where the long edges of them brush across Danta’s chest. “Gods I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks despite whether Danta can see it or not, readjusting just enough to help bolster his lover’s position. The flat tip of his tail presses up against the small of Danta’s back as his hips and hand indulge his lover with a harder snap and tighter stroke, finally relieving some of the tension in his shoulders.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
