// you knew who I was //
Danta's hips tilt forward automatically at the brush of Flora's fingers against the waistband of his jeans, the Maverick drawing back from where his mouth has been lingering against Asta's cheek to gaze down at her. And gods, as she speaks - as those molten words register and drip a panorama of sordid images into his mind - his eyes darken with arousal. "Who the fuck could say no to that?" he purrs, letting her peel herself away and watching as she goes to arrange herself like temptation incarnate on the chaise.
With Flora's brief absence, of course, Danta takes the opportunity to fill the space with himself, letting his hands press to Asta's chest as he melts against him, knowing the friction between their bodies will only wind them up further. "You better fuck her good," he whispers to the butcher, pressing his tongue to the sharp tip of one fang and leaning in to paint Asta's lips with fresh blood. "I'll be watching."
Then he's gone, prowling over to join Flora at the chaise in whatever position she'll have him, shedding his clothes as he goes and reaching out to bring her hand to his mouth, pressing a crimson kiss to the back of her palm.
With Flora's brief absence, of course, Danta takes the opportunity to fill the space with himself, letting his hands press to Asta's chest as he melts against him, knowing the friction between their bodies will only wind them up further. "You better fuck her good," he whispers to the butcher, pressing his tongue to the sharp tip of one fang and leaning in to paint Asta's lips with fresh blood. "I'll be watching."
Then he's gone, prowling over to join Flora at the chaise in whatever position she'll have him, shedding his clothes as he goes and reaching out to bring her hand to his mouth, pressing a crimson kiss to the back of her palm.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
