[SE] if I become your ghoul

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

"Oh, did you now?" With cool blue eyes heating up with sparks of amusement, if Danta really thinks about it, he'll realise that Asta has become much more of his personal security than the Dusklight's, even well before they'd found the courage to admit their feelings to one another. "It's coming up to a year since you took that liberty and only now are you discussing it with me?" Nothing in the Maverick's expression suggests he feels anything other than approval, but who are they if they can't keep up these appearances?

Not that it lasts much longer beyond that; draped comfortably over the butcher, Danta closes his eyes against the gentle fingers that tease his hair back out of his face, still able to see the molten warmth of the other man's gaze behind closed lids. "I won't take it for granted," he promises, of the trust that Asta has chosen to bestow upon him. However much of a fickle cad he might be to the rest of the world, if Danta has a best, it belongs to the man beneath him.

With a final kiss against the butcher's stubbled cheek, he carefully sits himself up to finish what Asta started, unbuttoning his shirt in full so he might shrug out of it whenever he cares to. (And more importantly, so Danta can run warm fingers along his scarred chest).

Dantalion