quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
A soft, dark laugh escapes Danta's throat as he finds himself still trapped against the bedpost when Asta is forced to create a fraction of distance between them, the Maverick raising his eyebrows at the other man in playful challenge, as if to ask if the butcher truly thinks he plans to go anywhere right now. Stripped to the waist and with his pants mostly unbuttoned, his arousal painfully apparent even at a passing glance, he's clearly exactly where he wants to be.
A fact made all the more evident when Asta crowds back into his space, Danta's fingers curling gently through the back of his dark hair, a warm hand pressing to his scarred chest. "You're asking for a lot if you think there's part of you I like more than the rest," he whispers, head tipping to the side, eyes shutting to fully focus on the hot, copper-spiked kisses trailing against his throat.
"I will say, though," he adds, the corner of his mouth kicking up in a mischievous smile, body arching against Asta's as if to persuade him to kick his teasing up a notch, "I do love to hear you enjoying yourself. Especially when I know you're trying to keep quiet."
A fact made all the more evident when Asta crowds back into his space, Danta's fingers curling gently through the back of his dark hair, a warm hand pressing to his scarred chest. "You're asking for a lot if you think there's part of you I like more than the rest," he whispers, head tipping to the side, eyes shutting to fully focus on the hot, copper-spiked kisses trailing against his throat.
"I will say, though," he adds, the corner of his mouth kicking up in a mischievous smile, body arching against Asta's as if to persuade him to kick his teasing up a notch, "I do love to hear you enjoying yourself. Especially when I know you're trying to keep quiet."
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
