// you knew who I was //
Flora isn't the only one who's close, Danta's jaw feathering with the effort it takes not to buck into her waiting mouth or to simply take over with his own hand, to enjoy the show that the butcher and the Doubletake are putting on for him. The sound of Asta's name from Flora's lips is like blood-soaked silk, like fire poured down his throat from the hands of their goddess herself, and his fingers tangle loosely in her hair as if to cradle her head as she's taken by the two of them.
"Gods, Flora--" Her name spills as a plea from his lips, and he drinks in the sight of her as if already knowing it's going to paint the backs of his eyelids for weeks to come after this. He's close - and he knows what she said, but fuck if it's not impossible to keep his composure with her arched against the chaise and so perfectly fucked by the man he loves.
Speaking of which, it's only that fleeting thought that has his eyes lifting to Asta, something dark and knowing in his eyes that suggests sharp teeth and blood in his very near future.
"Gods, Flora--" Her name spills as a plea from his lips, and he drinks in the sight of her as if already knowing it's going to paint the backs of his eyelids for weeks to come after this. He's close - and he knows what she said, but fuck if it's not impossible to keep his composure with her arched against the chaise and so perfectly fucked by the man he loves.
Speaking of which, it's only that fleeting thought that has his eyes lifting to Asta, something dark and knowing in his eyes that suggests sharp teeth and blood in his very near future.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
