you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Don't you threaten me with a good time," Danta purrs as the sound of his own full name hits his ears, heralding that unspoken agreement between them that promises heat and blood and boundless pleasure. Immediately surging forward to claim a kiss that easily walks the line across sweet and into passionate, the Maverick's hands are as greedy as his tongue, though his touch is anything but rough.
He covets every part of the butcher he can get beneath his fingers, every nick and scar and freckle, and though anyone looking in might say he's doing his best to pin Asta beneath his own body, the other man will of course find him warm and pliant and easily manoeuvred should he prefer things to be different. The only thing Danta won't compromise on is their enjoyment, and as he parts from Asta's lips with a mischievous flick of his tongue, neither of them ought to be surprised that there's already the taste of iron in it, though he can't say whose blood it is.
He covets every part of the butcher he can get beneath his fingers, every nick and scar and freckle, and though anyone looking in might say he's doing his best to pin Asta beneath his own body, the other man will of course find him warm and pliant and easily manoeuvred should he prefer things to be different. The only thing Danta won't compromise on is their enjoyment, and as he parts from Asta's lips with a mischievous flick of his tongue, neither of them ought to be surprised that there's already the taste of iron in it, though he can't say whose blood it is.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
