// you knew who I was //
All but pinned against one of the walls by Asta's shadow, with the steaming tea between his hands and the scent of blood twisting enticingly through the air, Danta swears he can pinpoint the moment where the butcher loses his fight with himself. The tension in his body draws him up to his full height, smile perfect and dangerous and begging to be tasted, and even as the Maverick watches, the flush of arousal darkens and blooms in his cheeks and down the length of his body.
"An accident," he assures him through scarlet stained lips, surrendering his cup and obediently lifting his chin for the inspection. Those final few seconds pass like the plucking of a string in time to the beat of their hearts, and Asta surges forward only a fraction of a second before Danta rises to meet him.
They clash more than they kiss at first, Danta unable to get as much of the butcher beneath his hands as he'd really like. So he settles for tangling a hand hard in the back of his hair and starbursting his fingers against his scarred chest, his moan stifled in the press of lips and tongue and the spike of fresh blood in the air.
"An accident," he assures him through scarlet stained lips, surrendering his cup and obediently lifting his chin for the inspection. Those final few seconds pass like the plucking of a string in time to the beat of their hearts, and Asta surges forward only a fraction of a second before Danta rises to meet him.
They clash more than they kiss at first, Danta unable to get as much of the butcher beneath his hands as he'd really like. So he settles for tangling a hand hard in the back of his hair and starbursting his fingers against his scarred chest, his moan stifled in the press of lips and tongue and the spike of fresh blood in the air.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
