in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Wishing he'd had the foresight to peel all of his clothes off prior to letting Asta blanket him like this and fill the space between them with impossibly sweet nothings, Danta considers, for a moment, simply burning the garments away. But then the butcher is nosing into his hair and continuing to cover him in kisses, and the Maverick shifts instead to accommodate him properly between his legs, willing the pink flush to fade from his cheeks (it doesn't).
Still, he's at least able to enjoy it as Asta effortlessly unbuttons and discards his shirt, Danta's hands already beginning to wander along his upper thighs, only for one of them to be unceremoniously captured. Blinking in surprise, as the butcher lifts his hand to press it over his heart, Danta feels his mouth suddenly go quite dry.
Don't, he almost says, but it's been a long time since Asta needed to tread so carefully around him. And as he speaks, the Maverick feels the words seep into the parts of him that are still cracked and broken, salving wounds he'd long forgotten were there, chafed raw by time and habit.
Able to feel the steady heartbeat beneath his fingers, for a second it's all Danta can do to hold Asta's stare, letting the moment be in a way he'd normally never be able to tolerate. Then, of course, he's surging upwards, arching off the plush softness of the rug and seizing the butcher with a near desperate passion, lips crashing against his mouth in a devouring kiss.
Still, he's at least able to enjoy it as Asta effortlessly unbuttons and discards his shirt, Danta's hands already beginning to wander along his upper thighs, only for one of them to be unceremoniously captured. Blinking in surprise, as the butcher lifts his hand to press it over his heart, Danta feels his mouth suddenly go quite dry.
Don't, he almost says, but it's been a long time since Asta needed to tread so carefully around him. And as he speaks, the Maverick feels the words seep into the parts of him that are still cracked and broken, salving wounds he'd long forgotten were there, chafed raw by time and habit.
Able to feel the steady heartbeat beneath his fingers, for a second it's all Danta can do to hold Asta's stare, letting the moment be in a way he'd normally never be able to tolerate. Then, of course, he's surging upwards, arching off the plush softness of the rug and seizing the butcher with a near desperate passion, lips crashing against his mouth in a devouring kiss.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
