[SE] if I become your ghoul

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

Fuck is absolutely right, and only in those few stolen moments to catch their breath does Danta come back to himself enough to surreptitiously tighten his fingers in Asta's hair. Not enough to be considered hard, but should he need to drag the other man back (you know, in the event that his bloodlust seizes him properly), he's more than capable of doing so.

Thankfully it seems there's nothing to worry about, Danta's head turning willingly, guided by bloody fingertips and against reddened lips to a kiss he sorely needs as well. Humming a soft note of pleasure and drawing back with equal reluctance - and a slight wince, given the tugging on the wounds in his neck - he offers Asta a smile that's equal parts satisfied and perhaps a little lightheaded.

"Never been better," he assures him, pressing another crimson kiss to the butcher's cheek and relaxing back further into his arms. "Are you?" It might seem a strange question all things considered, but Danta is no stranger to overwhelm, and to say that the past few minutes have been intense is an understatement. "I don't suppose you brought a first aid kit up with all your things?"

Dantalion