don't you ever tame your demons
"You always fulfil me, Asta," Danta purrs, curling an entirely filthy smirk down at the butcher and scritching at his horns as he peers up at him, as if knowing instinctively where to fuss at and focus his affections. "Mm, and I suppose you're right. All of our naps are guilt-free - but this one feels especially good, given that we've decided not to go anywhere today, and Kiada is back to do what she does best." I.e. get to grips with everything she's missed on her honeymoon and make a list of things Danta needs to get on.
Humming contently against the sudden kiss pressed against his lips, Danta is manhandled all too willingly, his body warm and compliant beneath Asta's every touch. "Mm?" Blinking down at him as he draws away, the Maverick tilts his head. "Oh? Are there some chores you've forgotten to do?" he wonders; he wouldn't put it past the other man to need to fix or organise or clean something up before he can commit to leisure.
Humming contently against the sudden kiss pressed against his lips, Danta is manhandled all too willingly, his body warm and compliant beneath Asta's every touch. "Mm?" Blinking down at him as he draws away, the Maverick tilts his head. "Oh? Are there some chores you've forgotten to do?" he wonders; he wouldn't put it past the other man to need to fix or organise or clean something up before he can commit to leisure.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
