[SE] i'm a jester and i'm yours

I wanna run against the world that's turning

Danta's lips are already parting to interrupt as Asta begins - but you are enough, I could change to make it that way - only for the words to die on his tongue completely. Willingness aside, that way lays ruin for the both of them, and so instead the Maverick bites gently at the inside of his cheek and makes himself listen, really listen, to what the butcher has to say. "Of course I'd always come back to you," he says, the words surprisingly soft even to his own ears. Sex is sex regardless of the participants (or the number of them), but how he feels about Asta can never be replicated.

Huffing out a laugh that's all nervous tension, Danta leans into the cradle of his lover's hand, a leg hooking out and around the back of his thigh as if to corral him closer. "Yeah?" It's half whispered, the Maverick for once happy to be buoyed along by Asta's quiet and easy certainty. "I've never heard anyone sound so sure about the way shit should be, y'know?" And when it comes to matters of the heart, it isn't like he's got a ton of experience.

Tipping forward enough to rest his head against Asta's chest, Danta's eyes suddenly feel very heavy. "Sorry," he mutters. "I think he just got in my head about it."

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone