[SE] if I become your ghoul

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

"That does sound like something I would do, doesn't it?" Danta says with a sly smile, reaching out a lazy hand to brush his thumb across Asta's bloody lips, as if to give himself a physical reminder of how it had felt to have those sharp teeth buried in his neck. "All the more reason for us to hurry up and finish that rage room, hm?" Not that he imagines this ought to be a regular occurrence, even when the threat of death has been eliminated. Even so, there's something absolutely irresistible (and probably quite problematic, given Danta's past) about being so wholly had by the butcher.

Humming a soft and affectionate sound to feel the warm cloth wipe the blood from his chest, of course the Maverick is keen to return the favour when he gets the chance. Snagging the rag from between Asta's fingers and turning his head into the ribbon of fire kissing along his jawline, Danta reaches out to clean away the crimson from the other man's neck and cheeks, considering his offer at the same time as he quietly admires the play of light and shadow on the butcher's face.

"I think tea sounds pretty good, actually," he decides, despite the wine remaining abandoned on their bedside tables.

Dantalion