// I wish I had a reason //
"We certainly can't," Danta says, the words a rough whisper shaped by a wicked smile, his hips lifting to aid Asta in ridding him of the rest of his clothes, even as he tosses the belt somewhere over the side of the bed. It lands with a dull thump that Danta doesn't hear; having expected to wecome Asta back against his mouth, as the other man turns his attention to his inner thighs, all firm hands and soft lips creeping ever higher, most of his senses seem to go a little haywire.
Skipping in a breath as a curl of heat flares low in his belly, he watches the butcher's progress through hooded, molten blue eyes reaching out to thread his fingers through his hair, careful of the sharp tines of fire obsidian that crown his head. "Are you lost?" he teases - not that he's at all complaining, but if the other man needs direction, the Maverick can certainly provide it.
Skipping in a breath as a curl of heat flares low in his belly, he watches the butcher's progress through hooded, molten blue eyes reaching out to thread his fingers through his hair, careful of the sharp tines of fire obsidian that crown his head. "Are you lost?" he teases - not that he's at all complaining, but if the other man needs direction, the Maverick can certainly provide it.
Dantalion
// my flaws are open season //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
