[SE] six of cups

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Hence the name Leafchange," Danta says teasingly, smiling another wicked kiss against Asta's throat and pressing himself closer into the other man's side, as if their shared warmth might be able to do all the things the fire and the ambient heat of the room can't. It's a plan that seems to be working despite the shiver that runs automatically up his spine from the butcher's long fingers, and the Maverick hums a note of content agreement to be considered all of Asta's metaphorical riches.

"Oho, so do you think my riches will triple?" he asks with a grin, his fingers spreading in a gentle starburst across his scarred chest. "Will I own three brothels, maybe? Or perhaps I will just have three orgasms at some point in the future." Bobbing his eyebrows suggestively, Danta is nonetheless very comfortable where he is for now.

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