i've always liked to play with fire

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

Dragged up and back against the other man and made senseless by the force of his own climax, Danta is malleable and eager to please. He tilts his head to offer the full expanse of his neck and shoulder to the butcher, moaning enthusiastic approval to feel teeth and pain and apologies pressed to his flesh in quick succession. With one hand clasped against Asta's arm around his middle and the other reaching back to tangle in his dark hair, the Maverick is lost to the movement of their bodies and the phantom aftershocks of his orgasm.

Panting hard long after his heart rate begins to slow, Danta leans his head against Asta's and huffs out a tired laugh. He feels as though speaking might ruin whatever peace has fallen over the room, and gods but if peace hasn't been a hard thing to come by in recent days. Closing his eyes, he resists the urge to melt forward and back into the bed, instead turning to press a kiss against the butcher's temple.

"You're a mess," he tells him sweetly, and though it might sound ridiculous, it's definitely meant as a compliment. "Never change."

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

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