in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"We certainly do," Danta agrees, finishing his strawberry and setting the small green stem down, scoffing under his breath to hear Asta's astute flavour profiling. "You see? Your palate is getting more refined as we speak," he says with a grin, turning in the other man's arms to allow his lips to taste their way down to his neck. His fingers tighten ever so slightly against the butcher's hip, Danta almost able to feel the soft, lingering mark on his skin.
"I think if you keep this up, dinner is going to burn," he says, voice dropping to a low whisper. "Not that I imagine either of us would mind." All of that is to say that Asta is walking a very fine line indeed if he does plan to have dinner before dessert, the Maverick's fingers smoothing gently across the back of his lover's shirt, as if he can feel the rich, violet texture of the fabric.
"I think if you keep this up, dinner is going to burn," he says, voice dropping to a low whisper. "Not that I imagine either of us would mind." All of that is to say that Asta is walking a very fine line indeed if he does plan to have dinner before dessert, the Maverick's fingers smoothing gently across the back of his lover's shirt, as if he can feel the rich, violet texture of the fabric.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
