Dantalion
but you can't be free
"And don't you forget it." Danta grins. They haven't explicitly spoken about it, of course, but the Maverick does wonder if it will be a conversation they need to have soon, about his status quo and where it stands given their feelings for one another, not to mention that he owns a brothel of all places.
Again, though - absolutely not a conversation for right the fuck now.
Not when Asta treats him to exactly what he's craving, Danta smiling a dark kiss against the butcher's cheek as he draws back once more to regard him. "And you said you were a simple man," he whispers; simple men don't need bloodshed to get an erection, Asta, FYI. Luckily for the butcher, they are both quite complex individuals in that regard, and though the other man will definitely feel the firm press of Danta's interest against his belly, the Maverick is confident in his ability to bring him up to speed, so to speak.
"Let's see," he murmurs, leaning in for an almost too-slow kiss, his tongue taking its sweet time in its explorations. "I think I learned this from you." He draws back just enough, and whilst his own teeth aren't all as sharp as the butcher's, Dygra has given him fangs for a reason. It takes little effort for him to nip at his own lower lip, painting it with a steady flow of blood, before he leans in, greedy and hard, to fill Asta's mouth with the taste.
Again, though - absolutely not a conversation for right the fuck now.
Not when Asta treats him to exactly what he's craving, Danta smiling a dark kiss against the butcher's cheek as he draws back once more to regard him. "And you said you were a simple man," he whispers; simple men don't need bloodshed to get an erection, Asta, FYI. Luckily for the butcher, they are both quite complex individuals in that regard, and though the other man will definitely feel the firm press of Danta's interest against his belly, the Maverick is confident in his ability to bring him up to speed, so to speak.
"Let's see," he murmurs, leaning in for an almost too-slow kiss, his tongue taking its sweet time in its explorations. "I think I learned this from you." He draws back just enough, and whilst his own teeth aren't all as sharp as the butcher's, Dygra has given him fangs for a reason. It takes little effort for him to nip at his own lower lip, painting it with a steady flow of blood, before he leans in, greedy and hard, to fill Asta's mouth with the taste.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
