you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Danta has just enough time to enjoy the warm arms that slip around him, the heat sending a shiver up the length of his spine, before Asta makes his move. His breath leaves him in a huff of surprise, not that he's remotely against being pinned beneath the other man (it's one of his favourite places to be, if he's honest), and he's left smirking up at the butcher as he drops his glamour.
"Gods, that's hot," he whispers, the horns curling from Asta's skull casting bands of shadow across his face, Danta running his hands greedily down his lover's chest, only to let one of them slip around his hips to try and playfully pull his tail. "You can do whatever you like with me, as long as you keep looking at me like that," he informs him, raising a brow in challenge as if to invite Asta to make good on his threats since he's the one suddenly in control.
"Gods, that's hot," he whispers, the horns curling from Asta's skull casting bands of shadow across his face, Danta running his hands greedily down his lover's chest, only to let one of them slip around his hips to try and playfully pull his tail. "You can do whatever you like with me, as long as you keep looking at me like that," he informs him, raising a brow in challenge as if to invite Asta to make good on his threats since he's the one suddenly in control.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
