// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
"Of that we are in complete agreement," Danta purrs, his voice dipping a touch lower as he glances fleetingly at the rest of the Dusklight. Call it a perk of the job, but out here like this, vigilantly watching, he feels as if he can track visible lines between their customers and Asta whenever they glance his way. And if he'd been able to partially shift, needless to say his feathers would have been ruffled.
Alas, it's only the slightly impatient flick of his tail that gives him away now, and he feels something unlock in his shoulders and spine at the confirmation that Asta is ready to give this up for the evening. Whether they go up and change out of their respective outfits to return is yet to be decided - but the likelihood shrinks dramatically as he feels the butcher's long fingers caress the warm steel of the muzzle caging his face.
Turning his head automatically into the touch, especially as he feels the muzzle loosen and fall away, Danta is too puzzled to realise what ought to have been obvious until his lips are claimed by the butcher. Moaning soft surprise that soon fades into enjoyment, he reaches up to run a hand down Asta's chest, fingers teasing across the glittering array of jewellery and across golden fabric.
"What a thing to say," he hisses when they part, glancing sharply towards the hallway as if to tell Asta to git. "I decide."
Alas, it's only the slightly impatient flick of his tail that gives him away now, and he feels something unlock in his shoulders and spine at the confirmation that Asta is ready to give this up for the evening. Whether they go up and change out of their respective outfits to return is yet to be decided - but the likelihood shrinks dramatically as he feels the butcher's long fingers caress the warm steel of the muzzle caging his face.
Turning his head automatically into the touch, especially as he feels the muzzle loosen and fall away, Danta is too puzzled to realise what ought to have been obvious until his lips are claimed by the butcher. Moaning soft surprise that soon fades into enjoyment, he reaches up to run a hand down Asta's chest, fingers teasing across the glittering array of jewellery and across golden fabric.
"What a thing to say," he hisses when they part, glancing sharply towards the hallway as if to tell Asta to git. "I decide."
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
