you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Distracted by the way Asta's shadows settle in the lush blanket of thick grass, Danta stumbles into the other man's grip without complaint, his quiet laughter filling the clearing. "Probably for the best," he agrees. "Sometimes not even I remember what I've hidden away." And Asta will find not one knife but three - which is delightful for the Maverick to find out as well, given that he's undressed from the waist down.
"Clearly I was expecting a fight," he purrs as he's guided to sit down in the little patch of comfort they've found, leaning into every careful, calloused touch of the butcher's fingers. "Are you satisfied with your search?" he wonders, almost hoping that the other man will say no so that he can continue to enjoy his hands all over him.
Of course, he doesn't intend to be at all apart from him even once the frisking is complete, and as soon as he's permitted, Danta will stretch back against the grass, reaching out to snag Asta by the belt and tug him down atop him. "Gods, you're good to me," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of his neck and letting out a long, content sigh.
"Clearly I was expecting a fight," he purrs as he's guided to sit down in the little patch of comfort they've found, leaning into every careful, calloused touch of the butcher's fingers. "Are you satisfied with your search?" he wonders, almost hoping that the other man will say no so that he can continue to enjoy his hands all over him.
Of course, he doesn't intend to be at all apart from him even once the frisking is complete, and as soon as he's permitted, Danta will stretch back against the grass, reaching out to snag Asta by the belt and tug him down atop him. "Gods, you're good to me," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of his neck and letting out a long, content sigh.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
