in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mmhm." Danta's dry acceptance of Asta's request - to shhhh himself on the matter - is hummed against the other man's neck, and as they both relax and the butcher curls himself closer, he finally feels himself start to warm up after having lounged atop the sheets for so long. There might even be a nap in the near future, he things, were it not for Asta's sudden laughter, and he peeps up at him with playful outrage.
"I suppose I will," he quips, "though if you don't feel up to the task, I could always go and find them elsewhere." It's a jest, of course - there's nowhere Danta would rather be right now - and he leans up to stifle any protests Asta might have with his lips. His kiss is slow and gentle compared to the fire that might suggest he intends to claim at least one of those orgasms right now, and as he shifts to blanket the other man with his body, it's with the full intention of using him as a hot water bottle.
"I suppose I will," he quips, "though if you don't feel up to the task, I could always go and find them elsewhere." It's a jest, of course - there's nowhere Danta would rather be right now - and he leans up to stifle any protests Asta might have with his lips. His kiss is slow and gentle compared to the fire that might suggest he intends to claim at least one of those orgasms right now, and as he shifts to blanket the other man with his body, it's with the full intention of using him as a hot water bottle.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
