[SE] 'til you get to the bottomland

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

It was always an option, Danta might have said if he were still in a position to banter, but with the growl that rumbles up in Asta's throat and the way he seems to tense all over in his arms, the Maverick knows the time for play is over. Moaning softly in the wake of that parting kiss, he watches with hungry eyes as the other man draws his shirt over his head, heedless of tearing fabric or folding clothes, and his bloody lips curl up in a dark smile.

"I want you--" He just about manages to get the words out before Asta claims his mouth in another kiss, Danta distantly aware of the sound of ripping linen as his own shirt is torn away, not that he even remembers what he'd been wearing at this point. It feels comically unimportant compared to the heat rolling off Asta's body and the way his hand presses against the hard, trapped length of his cock, a decision that has the breath impatiently huffing out of him.

He lifts his hips both to assist in the removal of his pants and to chase the sensation of the butcher's wicked fingers, one hand twisting through his dark hair while the other fumbles to try and assist any way he can in the removal of the rest of their clothes.

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell