Dantalion
but you can't be free
"No," Danta repeats, his fingers curling through the back of Asta's hair and down towards the nape of his neck. "You just spend too much time in your own head. You probably think it's all quite simple." The balance of trauma, bloodlust, cruelty and affection is a very fine one, in the Maverick's opinion, and it has taken them seasons of dancing around each other to get it just right. And even then, it's not fool-proof. "Luckily for you, I like to think I know you quite well at this point." The good and the bad, just as Asta knows the same about him.
Leaning into the hands that sweep along his cheeks and up through his hair, Danta reaches up to untie it from its hasty knot, letting it fall back around his shoulders. "Now that isn't true," he objects, even as his blue eyes do light up to see the butcher keeping his promise and removing his shirt, baring his scars to the world. "If I didn't think you'd be mortified at wrinkling your shirt, I'd have you fuck me in a suit. No one wears one quite like you," he informs him with a sly raise of his brows, before his fingers are smoothing across scarred skin in a touch as gentle as his earlier ministrations had been firm.
Still, being poked and prodded for Asta's amusement does sound like something both of them can enjoy to some extent, and Danta adds it to a mental checklist for them to get to when they next feel like going out. "I've been looking forward to this," he replies nevertheless, shifting with Asta as he leans back so he can press warm lips to his chest and collarbones, in no rush whatsoever to be anywhere else.
Leaning into the hands that sweep along his cheeks and up through his hair, Danta reaches up to untie it from its hasty knot, letting it fall back around his shoulders. "Now that isn't true," he objects, even as his blue eyes do light up to see the butcher keeping his promise and removing his shirt, baring his scars to the world. "If I didn't think you'd be mortified at wrinkling your shirt, I'd have you fuck me in a suit. No one wears one quite like you," he informs him with a sly raise of his brows, before his fingers are smoothing across scarred skin in a touch as gentle as his earlier ministrations had been firm.
Still, being poked and prodded for Asta's amusement does sound like something both of them can enjoy to some extent, and Danta adds it to a mental checklist for them to get to when they next feel like going out. "I've been looking forward to this," he replies nevertheless, shifting with Asta as he leans back so he can press warm lips to his chest and collarbones, in no rush whatsoever to be anywhere else.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
