...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
"I'm sure we will," Danta mumbles, smirking to himself and lingering for a moment on the dull scar tissue that spiders across Asta's chest, like he's kissing each one of the old wounds better. Knowing not to linger there too long, he soon drifts further south, hands skimming across the butcher's ribs and down his sides, until he's settled quite comfortably between his legs.
"I've missed seeing you like this," the Maverick whispers, shooting a wicked smile up the length of Asta's body towards him. Missed being the one to tease out pleasure and test boundaries, though of course that's not at all to say that Danta hasn't enjoyed being on the receiving end of his fiance's possessive nature this season.
That doesn't mean he's not going to relish this, though.
Leaving a slow and bruising kiss above the jut of one of Asta's hips, Danta's hands sweep lower, one of them sneaking between the butcher's thighs to encircle the hard length of his erection, squeezing and stroking but seeming in no particular hurry. For a second the Maverick is tempted to see just how thin he might wear the butcher's patience before going any further, but he abandons that thought - luckily - and succumbs to his own temptations in very short order.
He takes Asta into his mouth with a hot and wicked tongue, encouraging the rise of his hips and banishing the need to breathe entirely; and this time, thank the gods, when lightning screeches across the sky outside, he doesn't flinch at all.
"I've missed seeing you like this," the Maverick whispers, shooting a wicked smile up the length of Asta's body towards him. Missed being the one to tease out pleasure and test boundaries, though of course that's not at all to say that Danta hasn't enjoyed being on the receiving end of his fiance's possessive nature this season.
That doesn't mean he's not going to relish this, though.
Leaving a slow and bruising kiss above the jut of one of Asta's hips, Danta's hands sweep lower, one of them sneaking between the butcher's thighs to encircle the hard length of his erection, squeezing and stroking but seeming in no particular hurry. For a second the Maverick is tempted to see just how thin he might wear the butcher's patience before going any further, but he abandons that thought - luckily - and succumbs to his own temptations in very short order.
He takes Asta into his mouth with a hot and wicked tongue, encouraging the rise of his hips and banishing the need to breathe entirely; and this time, thank the gods, when lightning screeches across the sky outside, he doesn't flinch at all.
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
