// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"I don't know - I reckon with enough provocation you could melt the metal on this, too," Danta drawls, grinning up at the other man and tilting his head to enjoy the glint of firelight off the intricate pieces of the contraption. For the Maverick's part, too, he quite enjoys the way it ruffles Asta's hair, subtly ruining the impression of a picture perfect gentleman that he likes to make. And as the other man leans in, of course Danta gives him the space to do so, tilting his head and shivering just a little at the cold press of steel against his throat.
One of his hands spiders out and against the butcher's chest, the other slipping up and into dark, silken hair, aiming to feel the clasps of the muzzle and the way it fits just so in a perfect cage around Asta's jaws. "As long as you promise to still put your teeth in my throat when I ask for it," he teases, shifting enough to glance at the other man properly. "Shame you can't do this, either." Leaning in, of course Danta presses a chaste kiss to the muzzle where the butcher's lips ought to be, instead meeting only cool metal.
One of his hands spiders out and against the butcher's chest, the other slipping up and into dark, silken hair, aiming to feel the clasps of the muzzle and the way it fits just so in a perfect cage around Asta's jaws. "As long as you promise to still put your teeth in my throat when I ask for it," he teases, shifting enough to glance at the other man properly. "Shame you can't do this, either." Leaning in, of course Danta presses a chaste kiss to the muzzle where the butcher's lips ought to be, instead meeting only cool metal.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
