open hand or closed fist would be fine
"Of course," Danta purrs, shifting to leave a gentle kiss against Asta's forehead before he starts to try and peel himself out of his lap amid the rain and flashes of lightning. Alas, before he can get quite that far, the butcher's grip on him is tightening, Danta melting into his next kiss with a laugh still rumbling in his chest in echo to the roll of thunder that follows the first indicators of the storm outside.
Left a little flushed and breathless as the other man finally gets to his feet, the Maverick spends a lazy few moments watching him cross the room, tail lashing its enjoyment at his heels, before he also clambers upright. Grabbing a knitted blanket from the mess of furs and sheets beneath in their den, he's standing by the window by the time Asta's voice reaches him, Danta glancing at him over his shoulder.
"Vanilla chai, if there's any left?" he asks, having to do a quick doubletake at the sight of the shadows wreathing his lover and the extension of his horns, though evidently he feels nothing but approval about it. "No honey for me, though," he adds reflexively, just in case.
Left a little flushed and breathless as the other man finally gets to his feet, the Maverick spends a lazy few moments watching him cross the room, tail lashing its enjoyment at his heels, before he also clambers upright. Grabbing a knitted blanket from the mess of furs and sheets beneath in their den, he's standing by the window by the time Asta's voice reaches him, Danta glancing at him over his shoulder.
"Vanilla chai, if there's any left?" he asks, having to do a quick doubletake at the sight of the shadows wreathing his lover and the extension of his horns, though evidently he feels nothing but approval about it. "No honey for me, though," he adds reflexively, just in case.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
