I told you, you were brave

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

Malleable and utterly compliant in the other man's hold, Asta will find that Danta can be incredibly obedient when the situation calls for it - especially so when it's his own choice. As such he arches his back against the coaxing from the butcher's tail, his head tipping up and to the side to welcome the kisses to his throat and the grip tightening in his hair. "More," he whispers, one arm looping gently around Asta's neck so he might gently tease his fingers against one of his dark horns.

And gods, he doesn't disappoint - Asta will be treated to the way the dull thud against his lips picks up as he teases his way forward, Danta's stuttered moan for the butcher's ears only. Hitching his leg higher up the other man's waist, only when Asta can absolutely go no further does the Maverick let out the breath he's been holding, the sound wrapped around the other man's name in anticipation. "Fuck me slow," he groans, tugging gently at the tines of the horn in his grip as if to spur him on.

Dantalion

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