mississippi boys, inner city boys

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

Tilting his chin up slightly to kiss the pad of Asta's thumb, Danta's smile is almost arrogant to hear he's made a good choice, curling across his lips as he shrugs his shoulders. It's at that moment that the butcher shifts his weight, however, giving the Maverick the opportunity to curl a leg around Asta's waist, as if to make sure he doesn't go far. "Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, not having realised Asta even had a preference for himself. (Though if he'd taken even a second to think about it, perhaps he wouldn't be so surprised).

"I will save the corsets for special occasions. Perhaps one of us can bribe Kiada to keep her knee out of my back when she fastens them, and I will start to enjoy them a little more," he says dryly, his hand drifting up to whisper across the back of Asta's as he leans in close. Even the word treasure is enough to have him raising his eyebrows, and though the butcher follows it up with a kiss, of course Danta finds it hard to believe.

Perhaps that's why he presses himself further against the other man, deepening the kiss and slipping his fingers distractedly through the back of his hair until he's forced to draw back, not just to catch his breath but also because of the very obvious kindling interest south of his waist. "A cold shower is on the cards for me, it looks like." He grins.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //