in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Don't you threaten me with a good time - not when I can have you all to myself again," Danta mumbles, his wicked smile something Asta will be able to feel against his skin as well as see. "Knowing you, though, you'll be having us carefully unpacking our belongings, folding them all neat and hanging them up." Which, fine, it would occupy Danta for a while, but in an annoying way that would tempt him to burn his entire wardrobe and start again from scratch.
Leaning into the fingers that scritch through his hair and humming a note of content pleasure, the Maverick straightens up just enough to aim a kiss against the butcher's jawline. "Good. You've got years of disturbed sleep to catch up on," he says with a grin; any nap is well-earned for Asta, in his opinion.
To hear that they're going to land soon, though, Danta sits himself up properly at last so he can stretch, though he already misses the searing warmth of his lover's embrace. "Mm, you want to find somewhere to stay in Jack Tar for the night? Or make the trek back home?"
Leaning into the fingers that scritch through his hair and humming a note of content pleasure, the Maverick straightens up just enough to aim a kiss against the butcher's jawline. "Good. You've got years of disturbed sleep to catch up on," he says with a grin; any nap is well-earned for Asta, in his opinion.
To hear that they're going to land soon, though, Danta sits himself up properly at last so he can stretch, though he already misses the searing warmth of his lover's embrace. "Mm, you want to find somewhere to stay in Jack Tar for the night? Or make the trek back home?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
