you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Were it not for Asta, Danta might have just let the bed catch him as he falls, let the butcher blanket his body in weight and warmth and called it a night (or a morning) from there. Only at the other man's insistence does he battle his way properly towards pillows and furs, feeling exhausted all over again by the time he's sinking into them at the top of the bed.
While Asta deals with his shirt, Danta unbuttons the butcher's pants and slides the belt out from its loops, casting it aside before promptly letting warm hands glide across the taller Ancient's scarred torso. He thinks he might be able to map Asta by scars alone at this point, his fingers pausing to gently caress the marks that still look painful after all this time, to reach up and push the shirt back away from his shoulders.
Leaning up quite without his own permission, Danta seeks out the other man's lips for a kiss he thinks he's probably craved since long before yesterday. Letting his fingers twist and tangle through the back of Asta's dark hair, he nevertheless tries to draw him back into the blankets, clothes be damned.
While Asta deals with his shirt, Danta unbuttons the butcher's pants and slides the belt out from its loops, casting it aside before promptly letting warm hands glide across the taller Ancient's scarred torso. He thinks he might be able to map Asta by scars alone at this point, his fingers pausing to gently caress the marks that still look painful after all this time, to reach up and push the shirt back away from his shoulders.
Leaning up quite without his own permission, Danta seeks out the other man's lips for a kiss he thinks he's probably craved since long before yesterday. Letting his fingers twist and tangle through the back of Asta's dark hair, he nevertheless tries to draw him back into the blankets, clothes be damned.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
