you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Danta might have pointed out that, in comparison to the sort of bullshit and mischief he's capable of inflicting, his actions thus far have been positively mediocre. But he's more keen to keep that predatory look in the butcher's eye, to tease Asta to the point of feral need and bad decisions, so of course he does little more than offer the other man a coy shrug. "That is so," he confirms, gaze flicking down to the lines of blood streaking along his chest, filling the air further with the scent of iron.
Wanting to suck the crimson from Asta's fingers (and from his lips, for that matter), that's distraction enough even without the butcher's sudden movements, and Danta barely realises what's happened until he's drawn back against his lover's chest. Asta is simultaneously much closer and much farther away, the Maverick able to feel him, to hear the rumble of his voice, but with all else left to his imagination.
"I feel as though you may have misheard me," he purrs, raising an eyebrow but nonetheless relishing every touch the butcher wants to leave on his skin.
Wanting to suck the crimson from Asta's fingers (and from his lips, for that matter), that's distraction enough even without the butcher's sudden movements, and Danta barely realises what's happened until he's drawn back against his lover's chest. Asta is simultaneously much closer and much farther away, the Maverick able to feel him, to hear the rumble of his voice, but with all else left to his imagination.
"I feel as though you may have misheard me," he purrs, raising an eyebrow but nonetheless relishing every touch the butcher wants to leave on his skin.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
