// you knew who I was //
"My attire fits me perfectly, thank you," Danta says with playfully narrowed eyes. "Fashion is different for everyone Asta - we can't all be the silhouette of a sharp-dressed man. Besides, I wouldn't want to start showing you up everywhere we went." He's still smirking like the cat that's got the cream at that last little quip, though it promptly melts from his expression as the butcher's lips press to his jaw instead.
Whatever agreement he might be about to make - and it is an agreement, make no mistake about that - is promptly forgotten in lieu of the warmth of the butcher's body pressing in against his own. Danta turns his head in time to meet the other man's lips, distracted enough that he really doesn't care whether the pins prick against his skin as he angles himself to face Asta properly, stepping flush against him on the platform as if to make it difficult for him to remove the clothing he'd so painstakingly helped him into.
"Gods, you're a menace this season," he whispers against his lips, voice pitched low for his ears only. "I love it," he adds, all mischief and delight, just in case Asta thinks otherwise.
Whatever agreement he might be about to make - and it is an agreement, make no mistake about that - is promptly forgotten in lieu of the warmth of the butcher's body pressing in against his own. Danta turns his head in time to meet the other man's lips, distracted enough that he really doesn't care whether the pins prick against his skin as he angles himself to face Asta properly, stepping flush against him on the platform as if to make it difficult for him to remove the clothing he'd so painstakingly helped him into.
"Gods, you're a menace this season," he whispers against his lips, voice pitched low for his ears only. "I love it," he adds, all mischief and delight, just in case Asta thinks otherwise.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
