in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Smiling into their kiss as if anticipating the possessive outrage that has Asta's hands tightening around him, Danta would be lying to say he doesn't get a quiet thrill out of winding the butcher up. He gives as good as he gets as far as he's concerned; the other man is charming and untouchable enough on an average day to make his mouth water, let alone when he's swanning about their shared room, ruffled and casual.
"Surely I am not as bad as that," he purrs, tilting his head to welcome the kisses against the clean line of his jaw, the Maverick stretching himself flush against the body beneath his own. "I have seen the aftermath of your nightmares, remember." Brushing his nose against Asta's and turning to try and catch another chaste kiss to his lips, he relaxes beneath the weight of the blankets and the butcher's touch.
"Surely I am not as bad as that," he purrs, tilting his head to welcome the kisses against the clean line of his jaw, the Maverick stretching himself flush against the body beneath his own. "I have seen the aftermath of your nightmares, remember." Brushing his nose against Asta's and turning to try and catch another chaste kiss to his lips, he relaxes beneath the weight of the blankets and the butcher's touch.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
