in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
And gods, if Danta can't decide whether to kiss or to bite the smile off Asta's face. No stranger to sexual tension, it really doesn't matter what the other man's preferences might be - if he's going to go full dom in the middle of his brothel, the Maverick is going to have opinions about it. And most terrifyingly, none of those opinions are entirely bad. Indeed, as they play a tug of war over who has made the deal with whom, for a second he'd not blame the Dusklight for believing a fight is going to break out. A fight or a public sexcapade, honestly.
Eyes widen at the other man's precise response - tomorrow - before promptly narrowing, and for a second Danta considers trying to squeeze Asta's hand hard enough to set the bones to groaning. Instead, though, it's with a small pulse against his fingers - a tease, a maybe next time - that he finally relaxes, letting his expression melt into something more amicable.
"Another drink, then?" he offers. "To seal the deal?"
Eyes widen at the other man's precise response - tomorrow - before promptly narrowing, and for a second Danta considers trying to squeeze Asta's hand hard enough to set the bones to groaning. Instead, though, it's with a small pulse against his fingers - a tease, a maybe next time - that he finally relaxes, letting his expression melt into something more amicable.
"Another drink, then?" he offers. "To seal the deal?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
