the gold and the rust

// you knew who I was //

Later Danta will realise that they are both covered in feathers, and it might even be funny to him. For now, though, he's too lost in ecstasy and in the feel of Asta all around him to be aware of much more than the huff of their breath and the muffled sounds of pleasure that escape the other man's lips. That, too, might be worth commenting on eventually, but no sooner has he shifted enough to peer up at the other man when Asta is dragging him into a kiss, one that Danta sinks into willingly.

With a soft moan of satisfaction, he keeps himself braced on one forearm, his other hand clasping the butcher's jaw as if searching for the taste of blood in his mouth. Finding none - a pleasant surprise and then some - it's only when his lungs begin to burn that he draws back, panting hard. "Gods, fuck you," he hisses out through a playful laugh, just before diving into another heedless kiss.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //