don't you ever tame your demons
Danta might have said twenty minutes, and Asta might have agreed to start a timer, but although the Maverick is smirking his agreement, his silence ought to be more of an indicator than anything else that he's about to drop off no matter what they decide. Lifting his head just enough to let Asta's kisses migrate from his neck towards his ear, he turns his head to take advantage of the change in position and obnoxiously smooch the butcher's cheek.
"Oh? A nap? How generous of you," he purrs, his tail sweeping contently across the sheets behind them, his words almost mumbles against Asta's jaw. "I won't say no." Can't say no, but he's not about to admit to that. "Just... you might have to be the one to get us horizontal again. I'm not sure I can feel my legs." His laughter is pleased above all else, as if this is a sign of a job well fucked.
It does mean the rest of the work is all on his lover, though. He'd apologise if he was remotely sorry.
"Oh? A nap? How generous of you," he purrs, his tail sweeping contently across the sheets behind them, his words almost mumbles against Asta's jaw. "I won't say no." Can't say no, but he's not about to admit to that. "Just... you might have to be the one to get us horizontal again. I'm not sure I can feel my legs." His laughter is pleased above all else, as if this is a sign of a job well fucked.
It does mean the rest of the work is all on his lover, though. He'd apologise if he was remotely sorry.
Dantalion
but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
