quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
"Then you have yourself a deal," Danta purrs, eyes alight with sudden if not sleepy mischief, as if knowing that's a sure way to press one of Asta's buttons. Falling quiet to enjoy the soft brush of lips beneath his ear and the skilled fingers sweeping his hair back from his face, he glances up towards the butcher's face, lips parted as if to say something else, only for it to die on his tongue as he catches himself being watched so reverently.
And the moment calls for nothing more than silence, he realises, his own hand curving around to brush his thumb across Asta's cheek, feeling his face flush quite without his permission. Only when the other man finally speaks and draws back does Danta even remember to breathe, hastily cleaning himself up and collapsing against his chest and into the sheets. "For now let's celebrate in our sleep, mm?" he suggests.
Still nowhere near sober, he has to flap a hand for the blankets a couple of times before finding them, dragging them across their bodies and nuzzling in towards his lover. "Gods, you're comfortable."
And the moment calls for nothing more than silence, he realises, his own hand curving around to brush his thumb across Asta's cheek, feeling his face flush quite without his permission. Only when the other man finally speaks and draws back does Danta even remember to breathe, hastily cleaning himself up and collapsing against his chest and into the sheets. "For now let's celebrate in our sleep, mm?" he suggests.
Still nowhere near sober, he has to flap a hand for the blankets a couple of times before finding them, dragging them across their bodies and nuzzling in towards his lover. "Gods, you're comfortable."
Dantalion
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
