Dantalion
but you can't be free
Luckily for them both, Danta neither knows nor cares where their friend on the beach has gone - as the soft growl hits the air and the butcher's horns and tail appear, the Maverick can only huff out a quiet, almost pleased moan before he's carried away by the force of Asta's climax. His fingers remain gentle at the nape of his neck, though around his shoulders he does press the other man as close as he dares, and in the breathless few moments afterwards, where the world feels suspended on a wire and they can do little more than drift around it, Danta finally lets himself breathe.
Slow hands stroke along the broad expanse of the butcher's shoulders, tracking every deep scar and nick and bruise, before smoothing down across his shoulder blades and back, languid and lazy. He tilts his head to rest it against Asta's, careful now of the oil slick shimmer of obsidian that has appeared, and its with a bloody smile that he turns to press a kiss against his hair. "I heard you," Danta whispers, his voice rough and amused, though no part of him sounds as though he blames the butcher one bit.
Slow hands stroke along the broad expanse of the butcher's shoulders, tracking every deep scar and nick and bruise, before smoothing down across his shoulder blades and back, languid and lazy. He tilts his head to rest it against Asta's, careful now of the oil slick shimmer of obsidian that has appeared, and its with a bloody smile that he turns to press a kiss against his hair. "I heard you," Danta whispers, his voice rough and amused, though no part of him sounds as though he blames the butcher one bit.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
