// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"I'm not sure I know how to be careful," Danta says through a grin, though luckily enough, it's not really up to him to make any decisions this morning. And for what it's worth, he trusts Asta a lot more than he trusts himself with delicate panes of glass. (To a point, he might add - he's got no doubt that whatever they get up to might well bring out the butcher's reckless and chaotic side).
With heat and fire flaring in the shape of Asta's hands as they ghost between his shoulder blades and down the ladder of his ribcage, Danta feels just as worshipped as the other man had suggested, the flames licking against his skin, caressing it to a temperature that would be unbearable for any non-Ancient. His tail curls its delight, and as Asta's fingers grip his hips just so, he practically feels made for this.
He can still feel the butcher's phantom touches on his body even as those passes turn more possessive and insistent; Danta's knees spread and his chest melts down towards the table, his back crackling deliciously suggesting that he is not at all unfamiliar with the position. About to ask what Asta plans next, he just about catches sight of him in the reflection of the glass when his breath hitches at the unexpected touch, fingers flinching into fists. "Gods--" he hisses, before shivering out a hot breath of laughter.
With heat and fire flaring in the shape of Asta's hands as they ghost between his shoulder blades and down the ladder of his ribcage, Danta feels just as worshipped as the other man had suggested, the flames licking against his skin, caressing it to a temperature that would be unbearable for any non-Ancient. His tail curls its delight, and as Asta's fingers grip his hips just so, he practically feels made for this.
He can still feel the butcher's phantom touches on his body even as those passes turn more possessive and insistent; Danta's knees spread and his chest melts down towards the table, his back crackling deliciously suggesting that he is not at all unfamiliar with the position. About to ask what Asta plans next, he just about catches sight of him in the reflection of the glass when his breath hitches at the unexpected touch, fingers flinching into fists. "Gods--" he hisses, before shivering out a hot breath of laughter.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
