Dantalion
but you can't be free
"I mean, I'm not sure I could get any less reserved," Danta points out with a smile that's increasingly running away with itself. The only reason he's even stopped to check with Asta is because he knows the other man's proclivities can run hot or cool depending on the circumstances (and yes, whilst it ought to have been quite obvious given that they're making out on the beach, he doesn't want to fuck it up, okay?)
Closing his eyes at the warm lips that come to land upon his own, he resists the urge to shift them enough to pin the butcher down - just about, anyway. "I would adore making people jealous that I get to put my hands on you," he whispers, his voice dropping low, his kisses migrating along the butcher's jaw towards the shell of his ear.
"Or that I get to hear you gasp, and moan, and lose complete control of yourself," he adds, and it's Danta's turn to nip at the other man's earlobe, hard enough to make a point without necessarily drawing blood. "You know, if that's what you want as well."
Closing his eyes at the warm lips that come to land upon his own, he resists the urge to shift them enough to pin the butcher down - just about, anyway. "I would adore making people jealous that I get to put my hands on you," he whispers, his voice dropping low, his kisses migrating along the butcher's jaw towards the shell of his ear.
"Or that I get to hear you gasp, and moan, and lose complete control of yourself," he adds, and it's Danta's turn to nip at the other man's earlobe, hard enough to make a point without necessarily drawing blood. "You know, if that's what you want as well."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
