// you knew who I was //
Hissing in an encouraging breath to feel the butcher's sharp teeth against his lower lip, it's with a crooked smile that Danta relaxes back against the bed as Asta draws himself up. Silhouetted by firelight casting oil-slick rainbows against his horns, the Maverick doubts the Grounds has been host to a finer gentleman or a more savage monster than Astaroth in that moment.
Watching the show through hooded blue eyes, his fingers press against the other man's upper thighs as if to echo the movements his hands would like to take if he were sober enough to take part himself. And gods but the ripples of light from the fire cascade around Asta's body in ways that the Maverick also wants to touch; instead as the other man braces over him with one hand, he reaches up suddenly to snag him around the waist, drawing him back down and against him entirely.
Regrettably this might hinder the way he tries to unbutton his pants, but Danta is more interested in the touch of his hands all over him - and being able to touch in return.
Watching the show through hooded blue eyes, his fingers press against the other man's upper thighs as if to echo the movements his hands would like to take if he were sober enough to take part himself. And gods but the ripples of light from the fire cascade around Asta's body in ways that the Maverick also wants to touch; instead as the other man braces over him with one hand, he reaches up suddenly to snag him around the waist, drawing him back down and against him entirely.
Regrettably this might hinder the way he tries to unbutton his pants, but Danta is more interested in the touch of his hands all over him - and being able to touch in return.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
