Dantalion
but you can't be free
Wrinkling his nose - because he's right, it had been even before Longnight since things had begun going sideways for Astaroth - Danta instead focuses on the other tense spots he's been able to uncover. "I'm almost ashamed I didn't find these before now," he remarks, pointedly deciding that he hasn't heard the almost moan escape the butcher's lips, and that his pants always feel this tight. It's also what keeps his follow up comment locked behind his teeth: then again, I'm usually the one shoved into the blankets by this point.
Clearing his throat, his own tail waving idly in the air as he works on easing the sore muscles, Danta glances down at the squeeze to his leg, scoffing under his breath. "Don't celebrate too soon - I'm not done with you yet," he points out, and as Asta's chin tucks forward the Maverick guides his thumbs in a hard stroke up the full length of the other man's back, ending right against the base of his skull. "Put your horns away a sec?" he requests, tilting his head down at the butcher.
Clearing his throat, his own tail waving idly in the air as he works on easing the sore muscles, Danta glances down at the squeeze to his leg, scoffing under his breath. "Don't celebrate too soon - I'm not done with you yet," he points out, and as Asta's chin tucks forward the Maverick guides his thumbs in a hard stroke up the full length of the other man's back, ending right against the base of his skull. "Put your horns away a sec?" he requests, tilting his head down at the butcher.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
