in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I would be, if only you would fuck me as often as my libido demanded," Danta purrs, a wicked look in his blue eyes as he sits back enough to take another sip of his own wine. For all of their banter, however, the Maverick would not have Asta any other way, and he's more than content to lust after him every moment of every day until the mood strikes. Besides, if the butcher really did try to keep up with his libido, chances are that they'd never get anything done but each other.
So instead, curling an arm around the other man's shoulders and nursing his wine in the other hand, Danta leans in to touch his forehead to the butcher's. "Only the best for you," he says, tail waving idly through the air behind him. Drawing back for one last sip of his drink, the Maverick leans to the side to set down his glass and the bottle before settling comfortably in Asta's lap. "Maybe I'll kiss every single one of your scars. Or I could paint your nails, or braid your hair?"
So instead, curling an arm around the other man's shoulders and nursing his wine in the other hand, Danta leans in to touch his forehead to the butcher's. "Only the best for you," he says, tail waving idly through the air behind him. Drawing back for one last sip of his drink, the Maverick leans to the side to set down his glass and the bottle before settling comfortably in Asta's lap. "Maybe I'll kiss every single one of your scars. Or I could paint your nails, or braid your hair?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
