Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Like is attracted to like, or so they say, and Danta shifts and moves beneath her hands like putty, even if there's a sharpness in his smouldering eyes that suggests they might switch roles at any moment. Not any of these moments, mind you; with a soft rumble of approval, he arches into the rake of the Valkyrie's fingertips, relishing the pressure of her teeth against his throat and her curves against the rest of his body.
Having happily risen to the occasion, so to speak, Danta can absolutely be trusted to hold her flush against him, his hand splayed securely against the small of her back to keep her anchored just so. "Call me a masochist," he purrs, though the sound of his voice might be little more than a thrum against her lips at this point, "but I feel like you can be rougher than that."
Having happily risen to the occasion, so to speak, Danta can absolutely be trusted to hold her flush against him, his hand splayed securely against the small of her back to keep her anchored just so. "Call me a masochist," he purrs, though the sound of his voice might be little more than a thrum against her lips at this point, "but I feel like you can be rougher than that."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
