// there's shadows on the walls //
”Sure, if you don’t think it’ll be all too obvious to them,” Danta replies with a smirk; if he thinks about it too much, it’s likely that a lot of people already have their suspicions. And that’s exactly why he isn’t thinking about it at all. Instead, drawn tightly against Asta’s chest, the Maverick hums something muffled yet deeply content into the side of his neck, eyes closing as if he’s already prepared to drift off right here and now, as they are.
Only the other man’s voice draws him back out of it, and he smiles a kiss against the butcher’s throat before leaning up to seek out his lips. Danta’s tongue is wicked and his hands doubly so, and were it not for the events preceding this, he might have disappeared beneath the sheets to lavish Asta in the sort of attention he thinks he deserves.
”You’re doing a stellar job,” he says instead, the words mumbled into his mouth, made all the sweeter by the playful nip of his fangs.
Only the other man’s voice draws him back out of it, and he smiles a kiss against the butcher’s throat before leaning up to seek out his lips. Danta’s tongue is wicked and his hands doubly so, and were it not for the events preceding this, he might have disappeared beneath the sheets to lavish Asta in the sort of attention he thinks he deserves.
”You’re doing a stellar job,” he says instead, the words mumbled into his mouth, made all the sweeter by the playful nip of his fangs.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
