Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"My reputation precedes me without you having to fuck me on this table in front of all these people," Danta assures the other man, though the low and wicked tone of his voice suggests that he might thoroughly be tempted by it if the conversation continues down this vein. Shifting to lean comfortably into Asta as he feels his arm land about his shoulders, the Maverick watches him sample his drink and raises his eyebrows for the verdict.
"It would be rude not to - though if it's as sweet as you tend to like your drinks, I might regret this." And he will, but not for the reason he initially thinks. Reaching for the glass and jumping ever so slightly as he's slapped by one of the butcher's shadows, the look Danta flashes his lover is playful outrage mingled with challenge. "It's like that, is it?" he says, reaching out - and not for the drink this time.
Long fingers grasp for Asta's chin, as if to ferry him forward and against Danta's lips, where he can properly kiss the taste of the beverage from his mouth; thoroughly, too, if the Maverick has his way.
"It would be rude not to - though if it's as sweet as you tend to like your drinks, I might regret this." And he will, but not for the reason he initially thinks. Reaching for the glass and jumping ever so slightly as he's slapped by one of the butcher's shadows, the look Danta flashes his lover is playful outrage mingled with challenge. "It's like that, is it?" he says, reaching out - and not for the drink this time.
Long fingers grasp for Asta's chin, as if to ferry him forward and against Danta's lips, where he can properly kiss the taste of the beverage from his mouth; thoroughly, too, if the Maverick has his way.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
