// you knew who I was //
"You heard," Danta purrs, but as is always the case when he gets Asta to himself like this, the subject of their conversation is becoming vanishingly unimportant. Skipping in a breath at the greedy hands that drop to his hips and ass, his hips angle forward very much of their own accord, feeling the hard press of Asta's arousal. "I would argue that you're at your best like this," he whispers, the words all but caressing the butcher's lips before Danta steals away any further response with another lusty kiss.
Fully intending to at least get as far as undressing his lover (and it's becoming increasingly clear that this is Asta's intention more than putting any clothes back on), Danta's hands move distractedly against the buttons of the vest he's still wearing, then to the other man's shirt and belt. It's difficult to concentrate when, in truth, making out with Asta is much more interesting, and it's with a breathless laugh and a final flick of his tongue that he finally steps back enough to shrug out of the vest.
"Remember," he whispers, his tone low and wicked, "if you break any of these mirrors it's seven years of bad luck."
Fully intending to at least get as far as undressing his lover (and it's becoming increasingly clear that this is Asta's intention more than putting any clothes back on), Danta's hands move distractedly against the buttons of the vest he's still wearing, then to the other man's shirt and belt. It's difficult to concentrate when, in truth, making out with Asta is much more interesting, and it's with a breathless laugh and a final flick of his tongue that he finally steps back enough to shrug out of the vest.
"Remember," he whispers, his tone low and wicked, "if you break any of these mirrors it's seven years of bad luck."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
