don't you ever tame your demons
Letting out a quiet laugh at the squeeze of a tail around his thigh, Danta's grip tightens in Asta's hair in response, and he tips his head back to let the other man's fingers caress the sharp jut of his jaw and trickle down his neck. "Don't I just," he agrees, simultaneously enjoying their playful banter but also wanting to feel the butcher's bruising weight all over him, his breath stuttering as Asta's touch drifts further south and Danta realises its destination.
"A reward other than more of this?" he asks, voice low with restraint, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "Tell you what - you manage to tire me out, and I'll dress up all respectable for you and we'll go out to dinner. Real dinner - with the fancy cutlery and everything. You can teach me what all the forks are for."
"A reward other than more of this?" he asks, voice low with restraint, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "Tell you what - you manage to tire me out, and I'll dress up all respectable for you and we'll go out to dinner. Real dinner - with the fancy cutlery and everything. You can teach me what all the forks are for."
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
