Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"It's alright, I'd make sure I licked you clean," Danta mutters, dark amusement written all over his face as he wipes his hands on a nearby cloth - only to find jam smeared across his face. "Wh--!" Confusion and outrage fight for purchase, even as he reaches up with a finger to wipe the jam away. "Mmhm," he hums around the digit, eyes narrowing to watch Asta saunter across the kitchen with his tray of cookies.
Now, one might expect Danta not to exact any revenge given that all their hard work is on the line. And one would be both right and wrong. Indeed, he waits quite patiently for Asta to be finished putting the tray into the ovens, lingering behind him with the second one and popping it onto a shelf as well. Only when the cookies are safe does he turn, reaching out to try and snag the butcher by the sweater to pull him into a kiss that is certainly not chaste. One that tastes like chocolate, thanks to Danta's hunting out the jar while the other man's back was turned.
Humming greedily into Asta's mouth, his tongue flicks up wickedly to press against the sharper curve of one of his canines, flooding the kiss with sweetness and blood, only for him to draw back again a second later. "We make a good team." Smiling sunnily, he dart!s away a foot to get a brief headstart back to their work station to clean up.
Now, one might expect Danta not to exact any revenge given that all their hard work is on the line. And one would be both right and wrong. Indeed, he waits quite patiently for Asta to be finished putting the tray into the ovens, lingering behind him with the second one and popping it onto a shelf as well. Only when the cookies are safe does he turn, reaching out to try and snag the butcher by the sweater to pull him into a kiss that is certainly not chaste. One that tastes like chocolate, thanks to Danta's hunting out the jar while the other man's back was turned.
Humming greedily into Asta's mouth, his tongue flicks up wickedly to press against the sharper curve of one of his canines, flooding the kiss with sweetness and blood, only for him to draw back again a second later. "We make a good team." Smiling sunnily, he dart!s away a foot to get a brief headstart back to their work station to clean up.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
