// there's shadows on the walls //
"If I have to care for you, you'll be the one complaining about it," Danta assures the other man, though reality has proven otherwise in the past where he's has been forced to step into such a role. Hopefully Asta doesn't realise that, though, and given how focused he is on pressing Danta back against the shower and covering him in soap and kisses, the Maverick likes his chances.
Pressing back against the butcher's lips, Danta's arms wind around him enough to guide them both back under the stream of water, letting it rinse them clean even as his kisses migrate down against Asta's throat. It's a long moment before he even considers wanting to step out from the roar and heat of the shower; long enough that he's finally given up on his mischief, his chin resting gently against the taller Ancient's shoulder.
"Gods, I'm tired," he admits, huffing a sigh against his wet skin, and it's only the siren song of bed that has him reaching out to shut the shower off, fire roaring up around them in its stead to dry them off and keep them as warm as possible.
Pressing back against the butcher's lips, Danta's arms wind around him enough to guide them both back under the stream of water, letting it rinse them clean even as his kisses migrate down against Asta's throat. It's a long moment before he even considers wanting to step out from the roar and heat of the shower; long enough that he's finally given up on his mischief, his chin resting gently against the taller Ancient's shoulder.
"Gods, I'm tired," he admits, huffing a sigh against his wet skin, and it's only the siren song of bed that has him reaching out to shut the shower off, fire roaring up around them in its stead to dry them off and keep them as warm as possible.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
