stay your pretty eyes on course

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

"Mm, alright. That's a good point--" Danta whispers, a smile in his words that Asta soon steals with the press of his lips, his fingers playing softly through the back of his dark hair as if to savour every second being pinned by him. "Mm, I believe in that clever mind of yours," he purrs, raising a brow as the other man shifts ever so slightly, only to feel the decadent curl of calloused fingers around his neck.

Arching against the door as if to lean further into the pressure, by the time Danta is remotely cognizant of what Asta has actually said, he finds himself promptly carried away into the room. With a dark laugh, he hooks his legs a little tighter around the butcher's waist, his tail flicking its amusement even as he's perched on the table and the items - the liquor bottles and the glasses from last night, as it happens - go shattering to the ground.

Shivering to feel the cool press of glass against his back and shoulders, the Maverick gasps into the kiss planted against his lips, head tipping to the side to relish the heat of Asta's mouth in contrast with the cold radiating from the window panes. "If we break this, we'll fall out," he warns playfully, a smile in the words.

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //