storm's comin', I can see the clouds
Little more than a living weighted blanket as Asta continues to smooth his hands down the length of his spine, Danta nevertheless knows better than to let up on his own affections. (Especially if he's purposely teasing the butcher now). Sneaking further kisses against the line of his jaw, he grins to hear the other man laugh about it - and gods if that isn't a sounds he loves. "Well, you know how bad I am with names," he reminds him, shifting just enough to be able to gaze back down at him.
"He was very beautiful--" He's just conceding as much when the butcher takes another kiss from his lips, Danta cut off in a soft moan as he melts into the feel and taste of the man beneath him. He pointedly is not going anywhere, and whilst it's been the sort of night that's still too raw beneath the surface for him to want to do more than kiss and nap and fuss over Asta, clearly Danta plants to enjoy every second of it.
"You know," he purrs as he draws back, "I'm starting to think it might have been you."
"He was very beautiful--" He's just conceding as much when the butcher takes another kiss from his lips, Danta cut off in a soft moan as he melts into the feel and taste of the man beneath him. He pointedly is not going anywhere, and whilst it's been the sort of night that's still too raw beneath the surface for him to want to do more than kiss and nap and fuss over Asta, clearly Danta plants to enjoy every second of it.
"You know," he purrs as he draws back, "I'm starting to think it might have been you."
Dantalion
No runnin's gonna save you now
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
