Dantalion
but you can't be free
Asta tastes like rum and lime and spearmint, and Danta relishes the taste as he leans in further, curling an arm around the other man's bare shoulders. Malleable beneath the butcher's possessive grip, there's no doubt that he'll wear these new bruises with as much pride as any of the others he's received - given long enough, given the rest of the day - there might even be other new ones to boast.
It's a mix of needing to breathe properly as well as the way all the heat in his bones seems to have fled straight south that has Danta eventually drawing back, mere inches from Asta's lips as he pants to catch his breath. An unapologetic smile kicks up the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head at the other man. "I'll admit, I was expecting you to be a little more reserved," he whispers, the words practically mumbled into the butcher's mouth.
"Keep this up and we'll end up giving the beach a show, one way or another."
It's a mix of needing to breathe properly as well as the way all the heat in his bones seems to have fled straight south that has Danta eventually drawing back, mere inches from Asta's lips as he pants to catch his breath. An unapologetic smile kicks up the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head at the other man. "I'll admit, I was expecting you to be a little more reserved," he whispers, the words practically mumbled into the butcher's mouth.
"Keep this up and we'll end up giving the beach a show, one way or another."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
