/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
It’s a good thing he doesn’t whisper it, because the butcher would only double down on the insistence of it. He hears the snarl, the quiet curse, feels the way he surges forward and that hand clasps his wrists to the bed, and were it any other season he might have been a touch shy and unsure about the placement of the figurative shackles on his wrists already scarred from some in the past, but this season? This season Asta praises Danta for the attention, body twitching deliciously as his cock is taken and the Maverick’s hips rock with such a speed that winds him up precisely how he wants to be.
He doesn’t manage to get much else out, not between the brutal pace and the way he’s pinned, but Danta strokes each and every ounce of desire to the tipping point, white hot and burning in his gut as it shoots through his veins. In fact, it surprises even him when Danta’s hips snap just right to throw him over that edge, his orgasm hitting him with such force that the only thing that does leave his lips is praise and Danta’s name somewhere throughout it, though if he were to repeat it he’d have no idea what he said. Bliss sinks into him with the rapid attempts to catch his breath, a curse leaving him that he will remember, and nothing but pure adoration and love sinking into his dark gaze as he watches Danta above him, purely full of delight and a truly surprising amount of contentness being pinned as he is.
He doesn’t manage to get much else out, not between the brutal pace and the way he’s pinned, but Danta strokes each and every ounce of desire to the tipping point, white hot and burning in his gut as it shoots through his veins. In fact, it surprises even him when Danta’s hips snap just right to throw him over that edge, his orgasm hitting him with such force that the only thing that does leave his lips is praise and Danta’s name somewhere throughout it, though if he were to repeat it he’d have no idea what he said. Bliss sinks into him with the rapid attempts to catch his breath, a curse leaving him that he will remember, and nothing but pure adoration and love sinking into his dark gaze as he watches Danta above him, purely full of delight and a truly surprising amount of contentness being pinned as he is.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
