[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //

Surprised by his own audacity, Danta is trying to hide his laughter as he scarfs down his prize, and suddenly the flush to his cheeks doesn't seem so bad now that he's gotten ample retribution. "Mm, you certainly do--" he agrees, cut off by the strong yet gentle fingers that suddenly grasp his jaw. Raising his eyebrows as if in challenge - too bad, I already ate it, he might have quipped if he'd been able - the Maverick nevertheless accepts the kiss sent his way, having to remind himself to keep hold of his wine so it doesn't spill from his fingers.

All of this, of course, gives Asta plenty of time to swipe the contents of the tray in his bare fucking hand, Danta's mouth dropping open as he realises it. "Um?" he says, utterly lost for words as he sits back, tilting his head to the other man. "And now what?" he wants to know, sipping from his glass. "Go on, Mister Excels At Being Charming. Wow me."

Dantalion

// the little death that make you feel alive //