Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Hopelessly at your mercy," Danta admits with a small, coy smile, his fingers brushing softly across Asta's hips and up to his scarred chest, the Maverick carefully kissing away the blood still flowing from the bite he'd delivered to his shoulder. "Gods, sorry about that." He mumbles the belated apology as he examines the wound - not too deep, luckily, but it would certainly mark and bruise and be present for some time.
It takes another few moments before Danta has the strength to carefully draw back away from the other man, flushed and sated and tired in a way that speaks of bone-deep satisfaction. "And how are you finding yourself?" he asks, smirking and stepping away to grab a hand towel from a pile nearby so he might clean himself up, offering one to Asta as well.
"Do you think they heard?" Bouncing his eyebrows towards the door, he clearly means the kitchen and the din he can still hear beyond it.
It takes another few moments before Danta has the strength to carefully draw back away from the other man, flushed and sated and tired in a way that speaks of bone-deep satisfaction. "And how are you finding yourself?" he asks, smirking and stepping away to grab a hand towel from a pile nearby so he might clean himself up, offering one to Asta as well.
"Do you think they heard?" Bouncing his eyebrows towards the door, he clearly means the kitchen and the din he can still hear beyond it.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
