Dantalion
but you can't be free
"You be careful, making sounds like that out here in the open. Don't think I won't fuck you with everyone watching," Danta says sweetly, though despite the playful threat in his words and the curl of heat low in his belly, he merely presses warm, soft lips to the underside of Asta's jaw, his fingers continuing to try and knead the tension from too-tight muscles. "There must be a spa out here in Torchline, if you want to go," he continues, his touch migrating up towards the nape of his neck, hands firm but gentle as he pauses there and squeezes.
Back arching into the attention he receives in return, Danta finally relents if only to sit himself up, perched astride the butcher with the sun streaming in behind him. "But if you'd rather stay here, roll over," he suggests with a crooked smile, shifting enough for Asta to be able to do just that. "This is better than reading anyway." Less murder, granted, but then they had just seen a purple something explode across the beach, so maybe not?
Back arching into the attention he receives in return, Danta finally relents if only to sit himself up, perched astride the butcher with the sun streaming in behind him. "But if you'd rather stay here, roll over," he suggests with a crooked smile, shifting enough for Asta to be able to do just that. "This is better than reading anyway." Less murder, granted, but then they had just seen a purple something explode across the beach, so maybe not?
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
