i've always liked to play with fire

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

It's true; things don't just feel normal, they feel right, and Danta is the type of man to absolutely capitalise on that sort of moment. Having been able sleep off the stress of the past few days, not to mention the addition of wine, gifts, and the other man beneath him, it's almost a relief when Asta finally turns to pin him down against the furs.

Hoping that his ass and thighs will bear bruising fingerprints by the time they're done, his head tilts willingly to accept the biting mark against his soft flesh, and he can only watch with hungry eyes as the other man shifts to get out of the remainder of his clothes. His fingers finally leave the butcher to work on his own pants, and it's with the sort of fumbling haste that's more befitting of a teenager that they strip themselves off.

"You know," he purrs, shifting to roll onto his front and glancing over his shoulder to the other man with eyes made dark with lust, "for someone who says they don't often get this urge, I spend an extraordinary amount of time biting your pillows." Flashing Asta a fanged grin and lifting his hips to press back against him teasingly, it's clear that Danta absolutely does not mind.

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

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