Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"And don't you ever forget it," Danta purrs, helping to tighten the lids on the jars of the preserves since he has both hands at his disposal (and he doesn't want to encourage Asta to stop touching him, thank you). Wiping down the counter after the other man has disposed of the lingering flour - from the worktop if not from either of them - he glances sidelong at the butcher with a smirk curling at his lips to feel those calloused fingers creeping higher.
"So responsible of you," he says, turning as well to gaze down at Asta while the rest of the kitchen continues to move around them like a well-oiled machine. "It might have been, had you not already promised I could enact it later once everyone has left," he hums, reaching out to gently and carefully brush the lingering flour out of Asta's hair, his touch as reverent as his lips had been wicked.
"No, this was just because I want you. I always want you," he tells him apologetically.
"So responsible of you," he says, turning as well to gaze down at Asta while the rest of the kitchen continues to move around them like a well-oiled machine. "It might have been, had you not already promised I could enact it later once everyone has left," he hums, reaching out to gently and carefully brush the lingering flour out of Asta's hair, his touch as reverent as his lips had been wicked.
"No, this was just because I want you. I always want you," he tells him apologetically.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
