// there's shadows on the walls //
"Good - I'll hold you to that," Danta mumbles, his voice unexpectedly tight with emotion before his lips are stolen in a kiss, and gods but he's never been more grateful to the butcher for it. Moaning something soft and relieved into the other man's mouth, his arms curl around Asta more tightly, fingers teasing in his hair and pressing against his back as if every small movement might bring them somehow closer together.
He kisses him until his breath burns in his throat, until the star-specked skies above are nothing to the constellations that dance behind his eyes, and it's with a gasp that Danta is forced to part from the other man as if it's a surprise. "Fuck," he whispers, and apparently that's all he needs before leaning in to kiss him again, desperate and needy and unapologetic about it, however much he has the booze and snapdragon to thank.
By the time he parts from Asta a second time, Danta has drawn them against one of the walls where the butcher can, for a lack of better word, cage him in, and he's breathless and smiling with it as his hands run down the front of the taller Ancient's shirt and waistcoat. "You're in no state for the things I want to do to you," he mutters, likely knowing better than Asta knows himself that he hasn't yet done anything about his bloodlust (and was that not a fucking indication of your feelings, Danta, you dumbass?). "But gods if I want to do them anyway."
He kisses him until his breath burns in his throat, until the star-specked skies above are nothing to the constellations that dance behind his eyes, and it's with a gasp that Danta is forced to part from the other man as if it's a surprise. "Fuck," he whispers, and apparently that's all he needs before leaning in to kiss him again, desperate and needy and unapologetic about it, however much he has the booze and snapdragon to thank.
By the time he parts from Asta a second time, Danta has drawn them against one of the walls where the butcher can, for a lack of better word, cage him in, and he's breathless and smiling with it as his hands run down the front of the taller Ancient's shirt and waistcoat. "You're in no state for the things I want to do to you," he mutters, likely knowing better than Asta knows himself that he hasn't yet done anything about his bloodlust (and was that not a fucking indication of your feelings, Danta, you dumbass?). "But gods if I want to do them anyway."
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
