[SE] black shades, white gloves

my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,

“We should, perhaps when I am less exhausted.” He drawls, snorting in a way to not bother the way Danta’s limply laying against his chest. At least it offers all the ability to give him plenty of attention, drawing idle designs along his skin and against the nape of his neck, quietly indulging in the feel of his skin and the pebbling shivers it sparks in the process.

He meets his lover’s stunning blues with the dark honey of his own eyes as he lets the sharp smile cross his face again, a low laugh leaving him as his tail curls around Danta’s leg. “I do know that. And while yes, I usually am more on top of it, this season will likely mean you have to engage first.” He pauses, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Not that I am opposed to it at all, mind you.” His lips brush against his forehead when he speaks, softening even more. “If you wish to partake in it, let me know while I still have some energy bouncing around.” Withdrawing to bounce his brows at his lover, the shark-tooth cheshire smile makes a reappearance.

Astaroth

i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

I wanna run against the world that's turning

"If we wait until then it'll be Flowerbirth before I get a chance to see you behind that bar," Danta protests with a soft laugh. "No no. We'll have our dare the day after tomorrow - because luckily for the both of us, we still have tomorrow off." Birthday privileges for Asta and all that.

Peering up at the butcher as he explains - and cut off only momentarily by the surprisingly sweet kiss to his forehead - Danta nods his understanding. "You can keep that energy for now," he decides; clearly he's incredibly comfortable right where he is. "I feel like you'll need extra wherever you can find it."

Rest assured, though, he'll be sure to find an excuse to seduce the other man at the very next opportunity. "Let's have that nap we decided on, shall we?"

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone

my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,

Snorting to hear Danta’s plans, he won’t lie and say he isn’t looking forward to the relaxing day tomorrow that the butcher will likely take full advantage of in hibernation mode. “I meant the next time we play truth or dare. I fully intend on doing the dare before Flowerbirth.” He says with a soft laugh.

Relaxing even more as Danta decides to let him keep the amount of energy he does have, he hopes they don’t deplete in his sleep and it does fall into some energy bank he can tap into when the feeling overtakes him.

For now, though, the butcher continues to draw those simple designs into his lover’s skin, stifling a surprise yawn as it makes an appearance. “Mm, full sleep if I recall correctly.” He teases, only because Danta had corrected him before that it would likely be more of a goodnight than a see you in a few hours.

Astaroth

i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

I wanna run against the world that's turning

"Ah, yes. Full sleep," Danta agrees, barely getting the words out before he's finding Asta's yawn contagious. "And not a moment too soon." Smirking and leaning in to kiss the corner of the butcher's mouth, Danta reaches out with his scorch magic to extinguish the candles and lanterns and to draw the fire down low enough that he can only really see his lover's silhouette.

"Goodnight, Asta," he purrs, bullying them into something resembling lying down before he tangles his limbs around the other man and settles in for sleep. And with the culmination of their little date night, combined with copious amounts of good food, a brisk walk in the cold and some unexpected home truths, Danta is out like a light before he even realises what has happened.

~FIN

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone