mississippi boys, inner city boys

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

Asta can judge for himself whether Danta is satisfied; he's certainly not in need of that cold shower any more, put it that way, but as the other man shifts into view, he's already reaching up to draw him into a kiss. His arms wind around the butcher with surprising care, his body running hotter than usual (and that's certainly saying something for an Ancient), his tail flicking contently where it twines with the Asta's in the sheets.

"Mm, now I am," Danta rumbles when he eventually parts from his lips, his hands greedy for the butcher's body, running down the length of his back only to curl around him once more, holding onto him. "Gods, you fucking outdid yourself," he continues, huffing out a near disbelieving laugh and turning his head to kiss the side of Asta's neck. "That was incredible."

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //