// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Mm, I couldn't agree more--" Cut off by the hands suddenly down the back of his pants and the press and grind of the other man's body against his own, Danta is heedless to stop the rough moan that Asta's touch drags from his throat. His fingers force their way between them if only so he can unbutton the butcher's shirt, eager to touch and taste more of his bare skin, and already it feels as if he can't quite catch his breath for the impatient need that roars through his veins .
"Do I?" he all but whispers, drawing back just enough to grab at his own shirt and pull it over his head, huffing something that's a mix of frustrated and exquisitely uncomfortable, given the way his erection is caged behind leather and the press of Asta against him. "You can feel a lot more of me before the night is through." Dropping further kisses against the butcher's throat and towards the scars that litter his collarbones, he nevertheless leaves the choice up to his lover.
"Do I?" he all but whispers, drawing back just enough to grab at his own shirt and pull it over his head, huffing something that's a mix of frustrated and exquisitely uncomfortable, given the way his erection is caged behind leather and the press of Asta against him. "You can feel a lot more of me before the night is through." Dropping further kisses against the butcher's throat and towards the scars that litter his collarbones, he nevertheless leaves the choice up to his lover.
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
