you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"You did say that," Danta concedes; Asta has always been a man of his word, even when (especially when) those promises are vicious and wicked. In absolutely no position to give reminders, it's about all the Maverick can do to keep his eyes on their reflections as Asta's mouth presses back against his throat, the butcher like a dark haired devil over his shoulder, all writhing shadows and sharp teeth.
Gasping in a soft breath that becomes a stuttered moan to feel those same teeth pierce his skin, Danta seems to freeze and melt against the other man all at the same time, one of his hands lifting enough to tangle loosely in dark hair, the other resting on Asta's forearm as his fingers sneak lower. "More," he whispers, unsure himself whether it's a plea or a demand, but as the word spills from his lips he arches back into the butcher's space, teasing himself flush against the body behind his own.
Gasping in a soft breath that becomes a stuttered moan to feel those same teeth pierce his skin, Danta seems to freeze and melt against the other man all at the same time, one of his hands lifting enough to tangle loosely in dark hair, the other resting on Asta's forearm as his fingers sneak lower. "More," he whispers, unsure himself whether it's a plea or a demand, but as the word spills from his lips he arches back into the butcher's space, teasing himself flush against the body behind his own.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
