// light shines in the darkness //
I would not have offered if I did not think myself capable, Asta had said in not so many words, and Danta fully intends to hold him to it. He'll kiss the bruises - old and new - better afterwards if that's what the butcher desires, but for now the taste of iron in his mouth and the possessive press of the body against his own has him thinking very little about how sore the other man still might be. Trying to unbuckle Asta's stubborn belt even as the taller Ancient fights with his shirt buttons, Danta is forced back for breath eventually just as he frees the garment.
"No teasing?" he pants, his fanged smile one of expectation and feigned disappointment, as if he'd expected Asta to have been able to keep his composure for much longer than this. But of course Danta isn't actually complaining at all, looping the leather belt around the butcher's neck and shoulders so he might use it to pull him in closer again, capturing his lips a second time with a greedy moan rumbling up in the back of his throat.
"No teasing?" he pants, his fanged smile one of expectation and feigned disappointment, as if he'd expected Asta to have been able to keep his composure for much longer than this. But of course Danta isn't actually complaining at all, looping the leather belt around the butcher's neck and shoulders so he might use it to pull him in closer again, capturing his lips a second time with a greedy moan rumbling up in the back of his throat.
Dantalion
// and the darkness will never understand it //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
