you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"I understand plenty that there are consequences for my actions," Danta says, brattish and grinning even as his arm is captured by the length of Asta's thrashing tail. "I'm more curious as to what consequences you're considering." The butcher can be soft and sweet just as much as he can be teasing and wild and brutal, and as much as he might be a fan of routines, Danta relishes in the chaos of not knowing which version of the other man he's going to get.
Lifting his hips as if to aid in the removal of his clothes, Danta relishes the tickle of warm air against his bare skin and the rough, hot feel of Asta's hand against his cheek. His head tilts up all too willingly under the butcher's ministrations, forcing him to gaze through half-lidded eyes to watch the blood bead on his lower lip, to scent the iron from it. Inhaling a shivery breath and fighting not to squirm, he nevertheless hooks one leg around Asta's hips as if to try and encourage him closer.
"I could watch you all day," he purrs.
Lifting his hips as if to aid in the removal of his clothes, Danta relishes the tickle of warm air against his bare skin and the rough, hot feel of Asta's hand against his cheek. His head tilts up all too willingly under the butcher's ministrations, forcing him to gaze through half-lidded eyes to watch the blood bead on his lower lip, to scent the iron from it. Inhaling a shivery breath and fighting not to squirm, he nevertheless hooks one leg around Asta's hips as if to try and encourage him closer.
"I could watch you all day," he purrs.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
