I told you, you were brave

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

"I was just making sure," Danta whispers in his defence, though with an indulgent smile he stops himself from fussing too much, instead leaning into every available touch that Asta lavishes upon him. Tilting his head into the fingers in his hair and hitching in a soft breath to feel clever fingers brush against his cock without ever giving it any real attention, the Maverick narrows his eyes a fraction, half playful to feel the butcher sit back.

It's through hungry eyes that he watches Asta undress, scoffing at his audacity to fold his pants afterwards. "You're such a prick," he curses affectionately, welcoming him back into his embrace with hands flickering with wisps of fire, as if to further warm the butcher's skin where it might have grown cool from their separation. Moaning his open approval to feel the press of his arousal as their hips meet, like the other man, Danta is far from in a rush, but there's no denying the way Asta practically makes his mouth water with lust and greed.

"Slow," he requests, leaning in to press warm kisses to the underside of Asta's jaw. "I want to feel every bit of this."

Dantalion

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