Dantalion
but you can't be free
Asta's laughter is contagious, Danta's fingers walking their way back up the nape of his neck as if about to tease through his hair when the butcher is directing his attention down towards him. "Oh, did you not?" he manages, just about getting a chance to lean into the calloused touch against his cheeks before he's being drawn into a kiss that steals his breath and his senses. Asta tastes like iron now, and salt and smoke, and the Maverick can't help the instinctive tilt of his hips that has him hissing in a breath of near apology, given how oversensitive he imagines they both are.
"The beach is quite loud," he agrees, closing his eyes as their foreheads touch, the roar and crash of the waves punctuating his point. "I must have been mistaken, I'm very sorry." Smirking, Danta adjusts them just enough so he can settle more comfortably in Asta's lap, feeling utterly spent and almost drunk on the other man. "You," he whispers, "are far more wicked than I could have ever imagined. And I loved it."
"The beach is quite loud," he agrees, closing his eyes as their foreheads touch, the roar and crash of the waves punctuating his point. "I must have been mistaken, I'm very sorry." Smirking, Danta adjusts them just enough so he can settle more comfortably in Asta's lap, feeling utterly spent and almost drunk on the other man. "You," he whispers, "are far more wicked than I could have ever imagined. And I loved it."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
