Dantalion
but you can't be free
"I was hoping you would say that, because I don't want anyone else's hands on you today either," Danta purrs, leaving another kiss against the butcher's throat before he's sitting up and demanding this change in their positions. Raising his eyebrows as if wondering at the sincerity in Asta's reluctance, the Maverick is soon too busy admiring the dark, tousled hair at the back of his neck to care, feeling his way across the other man's shoulder blades, the length of his spine, all the way to his lower back where he's currently sitting snug and pleased with himself.
"I'm afraid careful is more your skillset," he whispers, leaning forward to nuzzle against the soft space behind the other man's ear, grinning in response to the smile he can just about spot before leaning back once more. Danta's touches are gentle, though, his fingers firm but never too much, working their way across the cords of muscle between Asta's neck and shoulders, then delving between the shoulder blades to press into his back.
"Some of the workers in the Dusklight were kind enough to teach me this," he explains. "Apparently it helps a lot of their clients wind down if they're stressed. And you've got more cause than anyone to be stressed, I'd think."
"I'm afraid careful is more your skillset," he whispers, leaning forward to nuzzle against the soft space behind the other man's ear, grinning in response to the smile he can just about spot before leaning back once more. Danta's touches are gentle, though, his fingers firm but never too much, working their way across the cords of muscle between Asta's neck and shoulders, then delving between the shoulder blades to press into his back.
"Some of the workers in the Dusklight were kind enough to teach me this," he explains. "Apparently it helps a lot of their clients wind down if they're stressed. And you've got more cause than anyone to be stressed, I'd think."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
