Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Asta, the wall outside would suffice at this point, snow and ice and all," Danta all but hisses to the other man, a smile hidden in his words as his fingers curl into the back of his dark hair. Swallowing hard and tilting his head a fraction as warm, sweet lips graze across his cheek, the Maverick is left grumbling his reluctant agreement as his eyes, dark with arousal, flick between the oven and its timer and the bustling nature of the kitchen.
"You," he calls out to one of the staff passing, his hand still cradling the back of Asta's head, his body flush against the butcher's. "See that?" He nods to the oven. "When the timer goes off, they're your job." Even without the position Danta currently finds himself in (it's a brothel, deal with it), the demand is enough for a swift nod and a change of direction for the worker, and the Maverick lets out a shivery sigh of near relief.
"Get me the fuck out of this kitchen," he mumbles to Asta, given that the other man has the convenience of facing the door.
"You," he calls out to one of the staff passing, his hand still cradling the back of Asta's head, his body flush against the butcher's. "See that?" He nods to the oven. "When the timer goes off, they're your job." Even without the position Danta currently finds himself in (it's a brothel, deal with it), the demand is enough for a swift nod and a change of direction for the worker, and the Maverick lets out a shivery sigh of near relief.
"Get me the fuck out of this kitchen," he mumbles to Asta, given that the other man has the convenience of facing the door.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
