// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
Danta manages to sip in one more breath before he willingly surrenders to the butcher's kiss, letting his mind swim with it, and he's chasing the other man's lips even when they part for a gasp of air, as though he might be able to get more of him somehow. Instead, blessedly, he lets himself relax enough to do little more than exist in Asta's arms for a few moments, body shifting in response to the warm fingers that skate down his back and brush across the curve of his jaw. He's drunk on it, every touch like fire against his skin, and the sound of the butcher's voice is simultaneously distant and perfectly, endlessly close.
"I love you too," he whispers in response, letting his head drop to press his forehead to the other man's sternum, taking another few seconds to collect himself in the wake of their combined bliss. "Fuck, I love you," he adds with a breathless laugh, like saying it wasn't enough the first time.
Only when he can trust his own body to hold his weight does he shift enough to roll to the side, swatting a hand out for a box of tissues on the bedside table to clean up. "I don't know about you," he says, "but I think we have earned a nap after that."
"I love you too," he whispers in response, letting his head drop to press his forehead to the other man's sternum, taking another few seconds to collect himself in the wake of their combined bliss. "Fuck, I love you," he adds with a breathless laugh, like saying it wasn't enough the first time.
Only when he can trust his own body to hold his weight does he shift enough to roll to the side, swatting a hand out for a box of tissues on the bedside table to clean up. "I don't know about you," he says, "but I think we have earned a nap after that."
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
