// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
With the wine already forgotten, Danta settles atop Asta all too easily, as if he was made to lay right here with the butcher's warm fingers cascading up the length of his back beneath his shirt. Already regretting his choice of leather pants, for their restricted movement if not the way he guarantees they're about to feel about three sizes too small, the Maverick is happy to distract himself against Asta's lips for now.
Feathering his fingers through the other man's dark hair and willing the room to become a good deal hotter - which it does, given the nature of the House of Midnight - when Danta parts to brush his lips across the curve of the butcher's jaw, the air almost ripples with heat. "Bet you never had this in your old home either, mm?" He grins. Not this level of heat and certainly not someone to warm his bed as well - at least not without the intention of eating them afterwards.
Feathering his fingers through the other man's dark hair and willing the room to become a good deal hotter - which it does, given the nature of the House of Midnight - when Danta parts to brush his lips across the curve of the butcher's jaw, the air almost ripples with heat. "Bet you never had this in your old home either, mm?" He grins. Not this level of heat and certainly not someone to warm his bed as well - at least not without the intention of eating them afterwards.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
