when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
Despite the cold season, for a moment Danta feels the fever of Leafchange between them all over again, and it's enough to bring colour to his cheeks and to have him surrendering all the more to every slam of the Butcher's hips. "I am," he moans, hissing in a satisfied breath at the fingers that bruise against his lower back, clutching more tightly at the base of Asta's horn. "Always."
And you're mine, he might have added if the sudden, brutal pace and the perfect angle of their bodies hadn't set him alight, some dark and perfect pleasure coiling tightly at the base of his spine. "Fuck," he gasps out, blood dripping from his chin and the world starting to fizz at the edges. "Fuck, Asta--"
Danta cums without much more warning than that, his lover's name leaving his lips like a plea or a prayer, ecstasy erupting through him and stealing his breath and his senses along with it. He forgets how to breathe, how to think, lost in each cresting wave of his orgasm and left entirely at the Butcher's mercy.
And you're mine, he might have added if the sudden, brutal pace and the perfect angle of their bodies hadn't set him alight, some dark and perfect pleasure coiling tightly at the base of his spine. "Fuck," he gasps out, blood dripping from his chin and the world starting to fizz at the edges. "Fuck, Asta--"
Danta cums without much more warning than that, his lover's name leaving his lips like a plea or a prayer, ecstasy erupting through him and stealing his breath and his senses along with it. He forgets how to breathe, how to think, lost in each cresting wave of his orgasm and left entirely at the Butcher's mercy.
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.
