you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Slipping off the towel (and folding it, and hanging it on the back of a chair) as Asta approaches, Danta lets a few wisps of flame jump across his bare skin to ensure he's completely dry before they die away again, leaving him quiet and still and obedient before the other man. "See? I knew I had some manners to know that much," he says, the rest of his response stolen by the kiss the butcher presses to his lips.
His ah, I see! is conveyed in the raising of his brows, at least, and it's with far too devilish a smirk for polite company that he allows himself to be adjusted however Asta pleases to get into the offered garment. All of a sudden, though, he feels as if he's standing on the step at the tailor's all over again, except the intimacy between he and Asta is enough for him to feel every touch and adjustment like a spark jumping across his skin. Shivering involuntarily as he feels the butcher's breath tickle against his ear, Danta manages a gentle nod and slips his hand up to press against the fabric, holding it in place.
"Like this?" he asks, tail curling at his heels and utterly betraying his enjoyment.
His ah, I see! is conveyed in the raising of his brows, at least, and it's with far too devilish a smirk for polite company that he allows himself to be adjusted however Asta pleases to get into the offered garment. All of a sudden, though, he feels as if he's standing on the step at the tailor's all over again, except the intimacy between he and Asta is enough for him to feel every touch and adjustment like a spark jumping across his skin. Shivering involuntarily as he feels the butcher's breath tickle against his ear, Danta manages a gentle nod and slips his hand up to press against the fabric, holding it in place.
"Like this?" he asks, tail curling at his heels and utterly betraying his enjoyment.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
