when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"Well, when you put it like that," Danta says through a distracted smile, the Maverick forcing his eyes to stay on Asta rather than risking a hungry glance down the length of their bodies. "You can celebrate with me all day if you want." His laugh is breathless, hitching as he's tugged down a fraction and the Butcher descends over him. Reacting automatically by curling an arm around the other man's shoulders, he sweeps the dark silk of his hair back out of his face just as the grip around his cock grows tighter with the press of Asta's arousal to join it, causing his fingers to flinch.
A low whimper escapes Danta's throat quite without his permission, his grip tightening in the back of the Butcher's hair. "Fuck, I love it when you touch me," he whispers, legs hooking more tightly around his lover's hips as if to try and encourage further friction between them, whether it's by Asta's hand or the rest of his body.
A low whimper escapes Danta's throat quite without his permission, his grip tightening in the back of the Butcher's hair. "Fuck, I love it when you touch me," he whispers, legs hooking more tightly around his lover's hips as if to try and encourage further friction between them, whether it's by Asta's hand or the rest of his body.
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
