open hand or closed fist would be fine
Unable to help it, Danta finds himself smirking in response to Asta's surprise, guiding the loose fabric of the (his?) shirt down off the other man's shoulders so he doesn't have to suffer it against his skin for longer than necessary. "What, you thought I'd be thrilled to keep you this way?" he assumes, his expression softening to feel the warm brush of lips against the inside of his wrist.
"It seems exhausting," he agrees. "And it isn't you, either. As something of a professional at being too much, though, I can promise that you don't need to be sorry for it." Slipping his hand up and through the back of Asta's hair, he lets his fingers press and knead around the base of the butcher's horns.
"Do you want to stay up here this afternoon?" Danta offers, leaning in to almost speak the words against Asta's lips in a kiss. "We can have dinner brought up, nap, dim all the lights and people watch out the window..." All their favourite pastimes, he thinks.
"It seems exhausting," he agrees. "And it isn't you, either. As something of a professional at being too much, though, I can promise that you don't need to be sorry for it." Slipping his hand up and through the back of Asta's hair, he lets his fingers press and knead around the base of the butcher's horns.
"Do you want to stay up here this afternoon?" Danta offers, leaning in to almost speak the words against Asta's lips in a kiss. "We can have dinner brought up, nap, dim all the lights and people watch out the window..." All their favourite pastimes, he thinks.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
