[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

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

Similarly shedding his clothes as best he can, Danta pointedly tries not to look down at the bandages still covering his arm. The wound itself has long since closed and the wrappings aren't strictly necessary, but with this particular wound, he's keen not to look at it until long after the bruising has faded. He gets the impression, too, that Asta might feel the same way.

Taking one final sip of wine as Asta climbs beneath the blankets and furs, it's with a shiver that the Maverick swiftly slips under the covers to join him. Prepared to nuzzle against his back after fastening his muzzle, he's left puzzled to see his lover twist around instead, only realising belatedly what he's after.

"Who am I to deny you a last kiss goodnight?" Grinning and leaning in, Danta makes sure it counts, his lips warm and his tongue wicked, and he doesn't draw back until he knows they'll both be panting for breath. "Hopefully that lasts you until the morning." Winking and reaching out, he spends a few careful moments ensuring the muzzle is fastened and secure, before promptly melting against Asta, his arms winding around his middle to keep him close.

Dantalion

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