Astaroth
// so sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke. sip the gossip, burn down your throat //
The tighter grip at the base of his fire obsidian horn has him trembling again, paired with the answer that boosts his ego even further than he thought possible with the news of the day, the Butcher growls out a sound akin to a promise that Danta would always be his. It’s a sentiment that can be reflected too, with the fact of the matter being that Asta could never imagine himself with anyone else, least of all like this without the Maverick.
Each punishing thrust is met with tension he can feel creeping through his lover’s body, through the twitch of his shoulders and the way he arcs against him. His fingers bruise further, changing position just enough to litter Danta with the little spots of darkened skin once this is all over, but it’s pure delight and possessiveness that overtakes the Butcher to hear Danta’s voice in those deliciously broken moans and gasps.
Luckily, he isn’t far behind him, between the entirety of the ascension with Dygra and Asta’s typical exhaustion this season, and when he feels the tether of his climax begin to snap, it’s all he can do to growl out more promises and pleasure. “My darling Dantalion–” is all he’s really capable of when he drives himself deep into the other man as he cums, panting and breathless but still managing to litter Danta’s cheek and shoulder and throat with ruby kisses of his own, body alight with tingling and the brief flicker of ghoulish green flame that crests through his hair and skitters along Danta’s hand in its own lover’s caress.
Each punishing thrust is met with tension he can feel creeping through his lover’s body, through the twitch of his shoulders and the way he arcs against him. His fingers bruise further, changing position just enough to litter Danta with the little spots of darkened skin once this is all over, but it’s pure delight and possessiveness that overtakes the Butcher to hear Danta’s voice in those deliciously broken moans and gasps.
Luckily, he isn’t far behind him, between the entirety of the ascension with Dygra and Asta’s typical exhaustion this season, and when he feels the tether of his climax begin to snap, it’s all he can do to growl out more promises and pleasure. “My darling Dantalion–” is all he’s really capable of when he drives himself deep into the other man as he cums, panting and breathless but still managing to litter Danta’s cheek and shoulder and throat with ruby kisses of his own, body alight with tingling and the brief flicker of ghoulish green flame that crests through his hair and skitters along Danta’s hand in its own lover’s caress.
// you're not iconic, you are just like them all. don't act like you don't know //
