// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Ask me again in a few minutes." Danta smiles his reply against Asta's neck, the Maverick clearly far too occupied in the honeysmoke smell of the butcher, in the warmth of his skin, the feel of each scar beneath his lips and fingers. Something about the moment - the easy laughter, perhaps, or the safety of his closed door and the world ticking away behind it - makes him want to scowl, to grip the other man tightly as if this might be torn away from him, but while he does let a frown flicker across his face, Danta forces himself to relax.
An easy feat as strong hands press down the length of his back, as it happens, and he arches down automatically into the touch, arms braced at either side of Asta's head so he doesn't crush him by accident. Humming a note of greedy indulgence at the touch, the Maverick withdraws, panting, to finally offer Asta his reply. "I think it is, yes," he purrs, and even in the subtle adjustments of his body, he has no doubt that the butcher will understand; he's free to move and control the situation as he pleases.
Danta, after all, is very flexible.
An easy feat as strong hands press down the length of his back, as it happens, and he arches down automatically into the touch, arms braced at either side of Asta's head so he doesn't crush him by accident. Humming a note of greedy indulgence at the touch, the Maverick withdraws, panting, to finally offer Asta his reply. "I think it is, yes," he purrs, and even in the subtle adjustments of his body, he has no doubt that the butcher will understand; he's free to move and control the situation as he pleases.
Danta, after all, is very flexible.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
