Dantalion
but you can't be free
"No judgement here," Danta purrs in response. "They call us Ancients, and the title has never seemed so apt." Because even after a year, whilst he's certainly had his fun up in the Climb, exploring and sleeping and feasting and making mischief in the name of his mother goddess, it's been a bit slim pickings for his libido. Sure, it's not a dry spell per say, but gods, where does he have to go to get a good orgy around here?
Maybe Sunjata will know.
"And I have a tendency to enjoy it, usually," he murmurs, rolling to his feet in a smooth gesture. "Perhaps the heat has me all impatient." All but prowling forward, he's quietly (and visibly, for the record) delighted by the height difference, Danta caring not a jot for personal space as he leans in to examine the silvery marks that spread across Jata's skin like a necklace. "That's quite a kink," he murmurs, close enough for his breath the ghost across the other man's neck.
Maybe Sunjata will know.
"And I have a tendency to enjoy it, usually," he murmurs, rolling to his feet in a smooth gesture. "Perhaps the heat has me all impatient." All but prowling forward, he's quietly (and visibly, for the record) delighted by the height difference, Danta caring not a jot for personal space as he leans in to examine the silvery marks that spread across Jata's skin like a necklace. "That's quite a kink," he murmurs, close enough for his breath the ghost across the other man's neck.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
