in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta leaves his head angled just so, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy Asta's loving attention to his abused flesh, before he feels his lips start to ghost higher. Catching the kiss the butcher aims against his mouth, the Maverick's attention is just as fiery and passionate in its greed, but less bruising and desperate now than it was. He holds the other man instead of clutching at him, letting his body relax against Asta and his touch grow decadent and affectionate.
Blinking his eyes open once more as he feels strong hands cup his jaw, the intensity of the attention is - of course - enough to drag fresh heat into his cheeks, but he doesn't look away this time. No, this time Danta reaches up to cover one of Asta's hands with his own, the other continuing to tease through his dark hair. "I love you," he almost whispers, and not just because his voice has been ruined by the escapades of the past few moments.
It doesn't feel as though any other words will do the moment justice, so Danta doesn't try, instead turning his head to kiss the palm of Asta's hand, then his fingertips, small licks of fire igniting with every pass of his lips.
Blinking his eyes open once more as he feels strong hands cup his jaw, the intensity of the attention is - of course - enough to drag fresh heat into his cheeks, but he doesn't look away this time. No, this time Danta reaches up to cover one of Asta's hands with his own, the other continuing to tease through his dark hair. "I love you," he almost whispers, and not just because his voice has been ruined by the escapades of the past few moments.
It doesn't feel as though any other words will do the moment justice, so Danta doesn't try, instead turning his head to kiss the palm of Asta's hand, then his fingertips, small licks of fire igniting with every pass of his lips.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
