when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Just you wait, Danta might have said if his senses weren't so thoroughly scrambled. If Asta wants music then he'll serenade him right up to the point of no return, the Maverick rolling his hips against his lover's hand as if he might tease him into losing a fraction more composure. He's rewarded with the heat of his lips against his cheek, at least, and as those same lips find his own, Danta moans greedily into his mouth just as the pace against his cock grows tighter and faster.
"Fuck--" Cut off by the way Asta reduces the distance between them to nothing but delicious heat and pressure, Danta drinks in the groan poured into his mouth, rewarding the brief loss of composure with tongue and teeth and the taste of iron. "More," he begs through a whisper, arched against the other man as if he might get somehow closer than this. "I want to feel all of you."
"Fuck--" Cut off by the way Asta reduces the distance between them to nothing but delicious heat and pressure, Danta drinks in the groan poured into his mouth, rewarding the brief loss of composure with tongue and teeth and the taste of iron. "More," he begs through a whisper, arched against the other man as if he might get somehow closer than this. "I want to feel all of you."
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.
