Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
Danta's laugh is quiet and breathless, and if he had the capacity for words he might have uttered a where the fuck do you think you're going. Luckily it doesn't matter either way, and although he utters a soft protest at being shifted around, he soon settles against Asta's chest like the taller Ancient's own personal hot water bottle, an arm thrown across him, his lips pressed into the crook of his neck.
Clearly Danta does cuddle, and this is absolutely no exception; in fact it's an even better experience than usual, in his humble opinion, given that two Ancients generate a hell of a lot of heat. And while Asta cleans away blood and tries to find his tongue (Danta both does and doesn't hope he's bitten it off entirely), the Maverick's fingers dance in gentle patterns across Asta's chest, follow the criss-cross pattern of his scars.
"You okay?" he asks eventually, the words mumbled against the side of the other man's throat as he peers up to check on the whole blood-and-flesh-and-sharp-teeth situation.
Clearly Danta does cuddle, and this is absolutely no exception; in fact it's an even better experience than usual, in his humble opinion, given that two Ancients generate a hell of a lot of heat. And while Asta cleans away blood and tries to find his tongue (Danta both does and doesn't hope he's bitten it off entirely), the Maverick's fingers dance in gentle patterns across Asta's chest, follow the criss-cross pattern of his scars.
"You okay?" he asks eventually, the words mumbled against the side of the other man's throat as he peers up to check on the whole blood-and-flesh-and-sharp-teeth situation.
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
