// you knew who I was //
His mouth falling open in delight - of course Danta has considered a cowbell - he's promptly disappointed, though there's amusement dancing in his eyes even through the pout he puts on, nuzzling obnoxiously against his lover's hand. "It's not a bad idea," he admits, even if he hasn't been able to win Asta around to the merits of the cowbell. "I'll see what I can find. Maybe we can train you to wake up to the sound of it."
Before he can ponder about the muzzle more himself, Asta's arm is slipping around his neck and Danta finds himself shifting to sit astride the butcher almost without his own permission. Careful of his injured shoulder and the sling, he returns his affections with just as much greed and reverence, smoothing his fingers through dark hair made messy by sleep and the abrupt awakening.
"You're mine," he whispers into the fraction of space between them when, finally, he's forced to take a breath. "Every bit of you. Even the parts you don't think are worth seeing."
Before he can ponder about the muzzle more himself, Asta's arm is slipping around his neck and Danta finds himself shifting to sit astride the butcher almost without his own permission. Careful of his injured shoulder and the sling, he returns his affections with just as much greed and reverence, smoothing his fingers through dark hair made messy by sleep and the abrupt awakening.
"You're mine," he whispers into the fraction of space between them when, finally, he's forced to take a breath. "Every bit of you. Even the parts you don't think are worth seeing."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
