I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Letting his thumb graze across Asta's cheek, down along his jawline and to the hollow of his throat, at any other point one might have expected Danta's affections to turn ravenous and demanding in his passion. Tonight, though, it feels entirely unnecessary, especially as he feels the butcher's hands press against his pale skin, as soft and possessive as his kisses have been. He draws back just enough to pepper further kisses at the corner of Asta's mouth, pressed flush against the other man's body such that as he speaks, he'll be able to feel the heat that kindles low in Danta's belly as well as see it in his expression.

"We don't have to," he breathes, making it sound an awful lot like I want you too, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he brushes his nose against the butcher's. "I don't want you to feel obligated because of what happened tonight. I'll want you just as much at any other time, I promise."

Regardless, Danta is already shifting to lay back in bed, drawing Asta along with him with gentle hands and a playful nibble to his lower lip. However they decide to spend the rest of the evening, all Danta cares about is that he's pinned beneath the butcher; anything else is a bonus, as far as he's concerned.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //