// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
Whatever Danta is going to say ends up bitten back with the moan he tries to hide, the Maverick's jaw clenching as he leans into the sudden and glorious fingers in his hair. Fine, he supposes he can see what the fuss is all about - or maybe he just particularly enjoys any fuss when Asta is the one giving it. Either way, the butcher's hand migrating to his jaw has him reluctantly glancing back up at him, and he raises an eyebrow as if to ask if something isn't to his liking. "I can always bring them back if you take such offence--" he begins, only for the other man to lean down and silence him with a kiss.
Love, he thinks - he's only called him that once before, and it had been far before they were together; it's with flushed cheeks and suddenly possessive hands that Danta meets Asta halfway, an arm winding around his waist to encourage him to drop his full weight onto his body. Drawing back only enough to sip in a breath of air, he doesn't wait for the butcher's response before his lips are back on his, back arching against the bed and his tongue writing wicked promises into his mouth.
Love, he thinks - he's only called him that once before, and it had been far before they were together; it's with flushed cheeks and suddenly possessive hands that Danta meets Asta halfway, an arm winding around his waist to encourage him to drop his full weight onto his body. Drawing back only enough to sip in a breath of air, he doesn't wait for the butcher's response before his lips are back on his, back arching against the bed and his tongue writing wicked promises into his mouth.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
