burned me up and down

// you knew who I was //

There are very, very few people Danta can imagine might be able to stand between he and the butcher like this (though all of them are blonde curiously enough, Asta), and Flora's gentle care, even in the midst of something that begs to become reckless and carnal, is one of the many, many reasons she makes the list. "If he isn't, he can always watch," he suggests, the fire in his voice belied by the quiet reassurance in his blue eyes, an expression promptly ruined with the clutch of warm hands against his sides and Flora's nails skittering across his throat.

Tipping his head back ever so slightly, revealing a necklace of faint and silvered scars, Danta can't help the way he wants to sink to the ground, instead sandwiching Flora between them for the moment as calloused fingers seek to untie the delicate lace of her corset. "Remember when we were at the Dusklight, and nothing happened between us other than toy practice?" he purrs to Flora, even as his eyes lift to Asta. "Not even when I was on my knees between your legs? I'd like to change that now."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //