[SE] safety off, fire away

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Oh, Danta knows Asta keeps his promises; shamelessly, he'd just wanted to hear him say so, to feel the whisper of his breath against his bare skin. But then the other man is turning further towards him and the Maverick makes a show of pretending at disinterest, his cool blue eyes on the distant shoreline, his fingers stroking in slow passes against his inner thigh without creeping any further. "It does, doesn't it?" he agrees, of delightful, but before he can remark further, there are teeth nipping against his ear and Danta's breath skips in through his chest, ruining any attempt at detachment.

As Asta leans out further to grab his drink, he'll feel the Maverick's jaws part, his teeth pressed ever so gently against the column of his throat. Poised to tear out his jugular if so inclined, instead Danta merely lingers there for a second, fangs not quite breaking the skin, before he withdraws and leaves a featherlight kiss in his wake.

"Is that something you'd enjoy?" he wonders as if it had never happened, his head lolling back against the butcher's shoulder, the words murmured against his neck. "Romantic, I mean." It isn't something Danta has ever experienced, so he'd not know it to like it himself, but if that's the kind of thing Asta would want, he'll do his best.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!