// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Danta fully expects to be manhandled and for their positions to be reversed, and Asta doesn't disappoint. (He rarely does in fact, despite his insistence that his libido is a difficult thing to awaken). Pinned, at least for a moment, beneath the delicious weight of the other man, the Maverick's hands are already roaming across Asta's hips as he shrugs out of his shirt, his ribs as he insists on folding the damn clothing, his lower back once he's finally finished.
Head tilting back and throat bared to feel him finally descend over him, Danta feels himself relax in a way that he's been craving, honestly, since back at Torchline. His arms slip possessively around the butcher, fingers twisting hard into the back of his midnight hair, as if to persuade his teeth to press against his neck. "I want you," he feels himself whisper, the words painting through the air just for the two of them, and gods once they're freed from behind his lips, he realises how true they are.
Head tilting back and throat bared to feel him finally descend over him, Danta feels himself relax in a way that he's been craving, honestly, since back at Torchline. His arms slip possessively around the butcher, fingers twisting hard into the back of his midnight hair, as if to persuade his teeth to press against his neck. "I want you," he feels himself whisper, the words painting through the air just for the two of them, and gods once they're freed from behind his lips, he realises how true they are.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
