// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
The laugh that spills from Danta's lips is all wicked enjoyment, especially at the corrective lash of shadows around his wrist. Even without Vesper's specific flavour of magic, it's all too obvious that the Maverick is the sort to enjoy pushing boundaries and putting his hands where they don't belong, so the semi-punishment is par for the course. Vesper doesn't seem to mind too much anyway based on where his shadows shove Danta's hand next, his fingers grasping and squeezing him through the straining fabric of his pants.
"Let's see if we can do something else about it then," he purrs, and already the other man's hands are cupping his cheeks and slipping into the mess of his fair hair. When Vesper's mouth crashes against his own Danta is ready for it, unsurprised by the tang of copper against the clash of tongue and teeth and lips, an encouraging hum rising in the back of his throat as his thoughts catch fire and begin to burn.
Tail lashing at his heels and his hand squeezing again at the hard, trapped press of Vesper's cock, Danta coils his arm around the other man's neck, fingers tangling hard in the back of his hair. Rocking into the delicious, not-enough friction of their bodies, it's only as he drags himself back for a sip of air that Danta hoists himself up onto the table soaked with liquor and glittering with broken glass, ferrying Vesper after him as if desperate for another taste.
"Let's see if we can do something else about it then," he purrs, and already the other man's hands are cupping his cheeks and slipping into the mess of his fair hair. When Vesper's mouth crashes against his own Danta is ready for it, unsurprised by the tang of copper against the clash of tongue and teeth and lips, an encouraging hum rising in the back of his throat as his thoughts catch fire and begin to burn.
Tail lashing at his heels and his hand squeezing again at the hard, trapped press of Vesper's cock, Danta coils his arm around the other man's neck, fingers tangling hard in the back of his hair. Rocking into the delicious, not-enough friction of their bodies, it's only as he drags himself back for a sip of air that Danta hoists himself up onto the table soaked with liquor and glittering with broken glass, ferrying Vesper after him as if desperate for another taste.
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
