you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Only as Asta settles before him and starts to swipe at the blood on his face does Danta let himself start to feel the bone deep exhaustion that drags at him. Whether its from a very thorough fucking (correct), the blood and bites and bruises (also correct) or the post-sex bliss (ding ding ding), he doesn't offer any of his usual mischief to feel the butcher's hands back on him. With a sunny smile, Danta sits quiet and compliant to let the other man clean him up, only blinking Asta into focus as he speaks.
"I forgive you," he purrs. "It was really hot, so I am just as guilty of not trying to stop you." He'd shrug if it wouldn't ruin the work Asta is doing, Danta tilting his head as best he can to let him place the dressing against his neck. Stark white compared to the scarlet that had been drying against his skin, Danta purposely doesn't look at his reflection now, as if to savour the sight of them from before and to cement it into his memory.
"Maybe I should be the one who takes a sedative tonight. Sleep is healing, or so they say," he suggests with a chuckle. It might at least stop him squirming around and pulling at things.
"I forgive you," he purrs. "It was really hot, so I am just as guilty of not trying to stop you." He'd shrug if it wouldn't ruin the work Asta is doing, Danta tilting his head as best he can to let him place the dressing against his neck. Stark white compared to the scarlet that had been drying against his skin, Danta purposely doesn't look at his reflection now, as if to savour the sight of them from before and to cement it into his memory.
"Maybe I should be the one who takes a sedative tonight. Sleep is healing, or so they say," he suggests with a chuckle. It might at least stop him squirming around and pulling at things.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
