april showers

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

Unsure what he's expecting, it's nevertheless a surprise to find Asta so gentle even as he surges up towards his exposed neck. Curling an arm around his lover and tangling his fingers in his hair - just in case - the sharp inhale of Danta's breath is a mixture of surprise and utter bliss as the scent of fresh blood fills the air. He feels the butcher succumb to his own pleasure, punctuating it with a sharp roll of his hips, only to sense the spark of his own orgasm start to claw its way up towards the back of his throat soon after.

"Fuck--" he manages - just - as he clutches Asta close, the breath shuddering out of him and the world growing blurred at the edges as he cums, Danta content to drown in the pleasure of the other man's touch for as long as he'll provide it. Moaning some muffled version of the butcher's name into the barely-there space between them, the Maverick doesn't even try to put the pieces of himself back together just yet.

Relaxing his grip in Asta's dark locks to stroke long fingers down the back of his neck, he eases into the comfortable silence that drops over them in the aftermath, broken only by the soft huff of their breath. Around them, the world is as it always was - as it should be - and if Danta could bottle this moment, he'd do so without hesitation.

Dantalion