in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Whatever you want," Danta reiterates, slipping the belt free and tossing it aside - there's been enough leather play in this bedroom for one evening, at least at his behest. "I hope you're up to the challenge." The remark would normally be given with a hint more bite, but of course the Maverick knows it won't be a challenge at all for Asta - not tonight, anyway.
Peeling off his own shirt with just enough time to spare before the taller man is pressing in against him again, Danta's eyes slip shut at the feel of teeth and lips against his throat, and he serenades Asta at will - practically even before he's told to. One hand greedily maps the expanse of scars along the other man's back and shoulders, the other twining further through his dark hair, as if to press his mouth closer against his flesh.
"Fuck," he whispers, buzzed and malleable enough to absolutely be taken as a prize.
Peeling off his own shirt with just enough time to spare before the taller man is pressing in against him again, Danta's eyes slip shut at the feel of teeth and lips against his throat, and he serenades Asta at will - practically even before he's told to. One hand greedily maps the expanse of scars along the other man's back and shoulders, the other twining further through his dark hair, as if to press his mouth closer against his flesh.
"Fuck," he whispers, buzzed and malleable enough to absolutely be taken as a prize.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
