in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Moaning something soft and inaudible - but undoubtedly approving - into a kiss that suddenly floods with copper, Danta's fingers plunge into the rich darkness of his lover's hair, his other hand still clasped against Asta's bare chest as if eager to feel his heart race beneath his touch. Heady with lust and love and the naked fear of being properly seen by someone, he lets his tongue do the talking for him without the need for any clumsy words.
Trusting Asta to be the one to take care of his clothes (the removal of them, he should clarify) - Danta's hands are a little busy right now, and he plans for them to stay that way for some time - the Maverick shifts further, intending to fully straddle the butcher's hips. Panting hard by the time he finally pulls himself away from Asta's lips, it doesn't prevent him from planting further kisses along the edge of his jaw, fingers tightening in his hair and teeth nipping at a jewelled earlobe.
"I am going to worship you tonight," he whispers, somehow managing to make it sound like a threat, but as they've already established, the butcher is sort of into that anyway.
Trusting Asta to be the one to take care of his clothes (the removal of them, he should clarify) - Danta's hands are a little busy right now, and he plans for them to stay that way for some time - the Maverick shifts further, intending to fully straddle the butcher's hips. Panting hard by the time he finally pulls himself away from Asta's lips, it doesn't prevent him from planting further kisses along the edge of his jaw, fingers tightening in his hair and teeth nipping at a jewelled earlobe.
"I am going to worship you tonight," he whispers, somehow managing to make it sound like a threat, but as they've already established, the butcher is sort of into that anyway.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
