in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Arching his back against the warm touch that cascades down his spine, Danta relaxes considerably and continues to leave tokens of his affection against the side of Asta's neck in the form of soft kisses, lingering in the space where a mark already darkens his skin as if to pay particular attention there. "Oh? Is that why you were already at the door?" he wonders, knowing the answer even if he doesn't know that the butcher had been intending to come and find him in particular.
"Don't be, I liked it," he croons, batting off the other man's apology and grinning against his throat, before straightening up enough to gaze down at him, meeting his dark eyes with unfettered affection that thankfully doesn't need any words to confirm (he hopes, gods). "It's really fucking late, though," he reminds him, though he doesn't make any effort to move, fully expecting Asta to do all the work to get them righted in the bed.
"I have had the most boring evening without you," he adds, letting out a tired sigh and following it up with another quick kiss.
"Don't be, I liked it," he croons, batting off the other man's apology and grinning against his throat, before straightening up enough to gaze down at him, meeting his dark eyes with unfettered affection that thankfully doesn't need any words to confirm (he hopes, gods). "It's really fucking late, though," he reminds him, though he doesn't make any effort to move, fully expecting Asta to do all the work to get them righted in the bed.
"I have had the most boring evening without you," he adds, letting out a tired sigh and following it up with another quick kiss.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
