don't you ever tame your demons
It's with numb fingers that Danta coils his arms around Asta's shoulders, nose buried in his dark hair, heedless of being pricked by the sharp tines of his horns. He can feel his pulse everywhere, it seems, the tip of his spaded tail flicking contently where it's tangled against his lover's, and in response to the butcher's remark, Danta can offer little more than a groan of protest. No, you're perfect, he wants to say, but those sorts of gooey compliments will have to wait for at least a few more minutes.
For now his tongue is incapable of speech and his body can do little more than wrap itself around Asta's, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath. Eventually, a soft and almost disbelieving laugh rumbles up in his chest, the Maverick turning to press a kiss against the other man's temple. He can't find the strength just yet to sit himself back, so when he speaks at last, the words are rough and mumbles against his lover.
"Gods. You can fuck me like that again any time you like. Starting in like... twenty minutes though, if that's good for you." Any sooner than that and Danta might actually pass out.
For now his tongue is incapable of speech and his body can do little more than wrap itself around Asta's, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath. Eventually, a soft and almost disbelieving laugh rumbles up in his chest, the Maverick turning to press a kiss against the other man's temple. He can't find the strength just yet to sit himself back, so when he speaks at last, the words are rough and mumbles against his lover.
"Gods. You can fuck me like that again any time you like. Starting in like... twenty minutes though, if that's good for you." Any sooner than that and Danta might actually pass out.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
