quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Danta never likes his name more than when it falls from Asta's lips like this, little more than a sigh or a moan against his ear, and as the other man buckles over him, lips crashing against his own, he thinks he understands what true bliss might be. His fingers close around Asta's even as he's half pinned into the sheets, free hand sneaking into the back of his dark locks to hold him there. Only when his lungs start burning their protest does Danta part, panting softly against Asta's mouth and hooking his legs more tightly around his waist with a huff of brattish laughter.
"I love you." He whispers the words almost into another kiss, leaving them sweetly sealed there without any bluster or bravado to cover them. "And I want you, even though I just had you." Chuckling to himself now, Danta blazes a trail of kisses against the corner of Asta's mouth and along his cheek, his hand teasing his dark hair back into some sort of order now. "And I don't think I can let you go," he adds. It's unclear whether it's meant to be endearing or a threat, and knowing Danta, the answer is both.
"I love you." He whispers the words almost into another kiss, leaving them sweetly sealed there without any bluster or bravado to cover them. "And I want you, even though I just had you." Chuckling to himself now, Danta blazes a trail of kisses against the corner of Asta's mouth and along his cheek, his hand teasing his dark hair back into some sort of order now. "And I don't think I can let you go," he adds. It's unclear whether it's meant to be endearing or a threat, and knowing Danta, the answer is both.
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
