// I wish I had a reason //
Catching his arms around Asta as he quite literally goes for Danta's throat, the butcher will find himself more than welcomed against the soft column of his neck and the steady bump of his pulse - a beat that kicks up a notch with the bruising kisses he leaves in his wake. Shivering in a breath and arching deliciously against the other man's grip, Danta clutches gently at the shirt still clinging to Asta's back, shamelessly wrinkling it between his clenched fingers.
"Gods, I love you," he whispers, his mouth angled towards the butcher's ear as if to let the words trickle down to him and him alone. It isn't that they aren't forthcoming with their declarations of love, but Danta can't remember ever saying it just because, rather than as a gentle reminder in moments of stress or torment. And now is as good a time as any, he thinks, though the flush to his cheeks suggests that the words have slipped out more than anything.
"Gods, I love you," he whispers, his mouth angled towards the butcher's ear as if to let the words trickle down to him and him alone. It isn't that they aren't forthcoming with their declarations of love, but Danta can't remember ever saying it just because, rather than as a gentle reminder in moments of stress or torment. And now is as good a time as any, he thinks, though the flush to his cheeks suggests that the words have slipped out more than anything.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
