quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Luckily for Asta, Danta is already well aware of his favourite tailor - it's why he's so confident in yanking at the threads and seams of his clothing despite the threat that they might break. Like the butcher, though, he's soon lost in the heat of their bodies and the iron that nips through the air from a kiss suddenly tinged with crimson, Danta moaning softly and surrendering to the strength of Asta's grip as his shirt is torn away.
With a breathless laugh to feel the warm air caressing at his bare skin, the Maverick is already at Asta's mercy, hands sweeping up beneath his shirt to push it back and over his shoulders. There's only a heartbeat of distance between them before he's kissing him again, and between them the butcher will already be able to feel the effect he's having on Danta, his body standing to attention in every way it knows how as if that will somehow convince him to eliminate the remaining distance between them.
"You always feel so good," he whispers, like it isn't fair, or like Asta is cheating somehow by being so irresistible.
With a breathless laugh to feel the warm air caressing at his bare skin, the Maverick is already at Asta's mercy, hands sweeping up beneath his shirt to push it back and over his shoulders. There's only a heartbeat of distance between them before he's kissing him again, and between them the butcher will already be able to feel the effect he's having on Danta, his body standing to attention in every way it knows how as if that will somehow convince him to eliminate the remaining distance between them.
"You always feel so good," he whispers, like it isn't fair, or like Asta is cheating somehow by being so irresistible.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
