// you knew who I was //
"I wasn't not focused on it," Danta protests. "I was just also perhaps focused elsewhere at the same time." He's reminded again of the sight of Asta on his hands and knees freeing the wagon from the mudslide, and he's not sorry for the way his mind also falls straight back into the muck from the memory.
As it happens, though, the butcher is busy with a very different sort of work, but he's no less skilled or attentive for it, and Danta has to remind his knees not to buckle with the pleasure of the unexpectedly thorough touch. "Mm? I do?" His voice is a little gruff and his tail is still thrashing its enjoyment as he angles his head up for the butcher to conduct his examination - falling, of course, right into his trap.
Not that it's a trap he wants to escape in the slightest, the Maverick's surprise muffled against Asta's lips, his arms looping with uncharacteristic care around him. As much as he wants to show his appreciation with teeth and tongue and the press of his body, he's also not keen to knock the deep bruises still marring the other man's ribs, and by the time he parts, breathless and warmed by fire and mischief, Danta is equal parts dazed and a little frustrated. (Something that will be all too evident between them, he's sure).
"You better quit while you're ahead if you don't want me to start teasing you back," he warns.
As it happens, though, the butcher is busy with a very different sort of work, but he's no less skilled or attentive for it, and Danta has to remind his knees not to buckle with the pleasure of the unexpectedly thorough touch. "Mm? I do?" His voice is a little gruff and his tail is still thrashing its enjoyment as he angles his head up for the butcher to conduct his examination - falling, of course, right into his trap.
Not that it's a trap he wants to escape in the slightest, the Maverick's surprise muffled against Asta's lips, his arms looping with uncharacteristic care around him. As much as he wants to show his appreciation with teeth and tongue and the press of his body, he's also not keen to knock the deep bruises still marring the other man's ribs, and by the time he parts, breathless and warmed by fire and mischief, Danta is equal parts dazed and a little frustrated. (Something that will be all too evident between them, he's sure).
"You better quit while you're ahead if you don't want me to start teasing you back," he warns.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
