// you knew who I was //
The little breath Danta has managed to catch stutters in his throat as he feels Asta's teeth sink into him again, and he sighs it out in a broken moan as the other man comes apart around him. The world slides away for a brief few seconds, reduced to little more than the fire of Asta's body pressed flush against his own and the soft thunder of his pulse, and as it rights itself, it seems to take its sweet time about it.
Left panting hard into the warm air, a thin stream of blood trickling down his chest from the wound in his neck, the smile on Danta's face is something slow and hazy. The butcher's grip on him is almost all that's keeping him upright, but he does his best to bear his own weight as his head lolls back and against his lover's, staining the tips of his fair hair a stark crimson with the motion.
There are no words in him for now; no witty remarks or attempts at breathless humour or even bold declarations of love. The fiery surge of possessive devotion that seizes Danta isn't one he know how to form into anything that makes sense. So instead he simply breathes into the moment, head turning slowly to decorate the butcher's cheek and jaw with his kisses, however bloody they might make his lips.
He's sore all over in a way that sets exhaustion into his bones like lead, but his blue eyes glitter with something far too awake for sleep just yet. "Sorry for teasing you," he whispers at last, the words warped by the grin starting to curl across his lips.
Left panting hard into the warm air, a thin stream of blood trickling down his chest from the wound in his neck, the smile on Danta's face is something slow and hazy. The butcher's grip on him is almost all that's keeping him upright, but he does his best to bear his own weight as his head lolls back and against his lover's, staining the tips of his fair hair a stark crimson with the motion.
There are no words in him for now; no witty remarks or attempts at breathless humour or even bold declarations of love. The fiery surge of possessive devotion that seizes Danta isn't one he know how to form into anything that makes sense. So instead he simply breathes into the moment, head turning slowly to decorate the butcher's cheek and jaw with his kisses, however bloody they might make his lips.
He's sore all over in a way that sets exhaustion into his bones like lead, but his blue eyes glitter with something far too awake for sleep just yet. "Sorry for teasing you," he whispers at last, the words warped by the grin starting to curl across his lips.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
