// light shines in the darkness //
"But then however will I get to see you like this?" Danta says, gesturing to the unfastened buttons, the rich green of the other man's vest and so on. "...Okay, other than every day," he adds, because it's not like Asta ever wanders around the main floor of the Dusklight looking anything less than immaculate. Either way, the Maverick has already reached out to run his fingers across the gilded buttons at the top of the other man's shirt, his touch grazing ever so briefly against the yellowed bruises beneath.
Humming a note of contentment to feel himself anchored closer to the butcher's heat and touch, Danta raises his eyebrows as if in challenge. "Is that so?" he says, pointedly not thinking about how similar these feelings are to those he harboured in The Climb; balled up anger with no outlet, forced to heel when all he'd wanted to do was tear and savage. "Well I'm not going to fight you, Asta," he already interrupts, as if he might have forgotten that the state of him is in large part why he feels so tense.
As he continues, though, it's with genuine surprise that the Maverick listens, having fully expected sex to be at the very bottom of Asta's priorities. "You sure you're up to the task?" he drawls, fingers slipping beneath the top of his shirt now. Mentally and physically?
Humming a note of contentment to feel himself anchored closer to the butcher's heat and touch, Danta raises his eyebrows as if in challenge. "Is that so?" he says, pointedly not thinking about how similar these feelings are to those he harboured in The Climb; balled up anger with no outlet, forced to heel when all he'd wanted to do was tear and savage. "Well I'm not going to fight you, Asta," he already interrupts, as if he might have forgotten that the state of him is in large part why he feels so tense.
As he continues, though, it's with genuine surprise that the Maverick listens, having fully expected sex to be at the very bottom of Asta's priorities. "You sure you're up to the task?" he drawls, fingers slipping beneath the top of his shirt now. Mentally and physically?
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
