you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Casting Asta's shirt aside and not bothering to look where it lands (it could be in the fire for all he cares), Danta wastes no time in running his fingers down the butcher's back as if to coax him closer against his own body. Humming a note of indulgent approval to feel clever fingers start to tighten in his hair, his own smile kicks up into something crooked and almost teasing, and he raises his eyebrows up at Asta. "You say it like I'm difficult to distract--"
Cut off entirely by the kiss planted against his mouth - and thus proving the butcher's point - Danta melts into the dark affection of it, hips lifting to grind against his lover's, tongue flicking out to catch on a sharp tooth and flood them with the scent of iron. "Maybe I can distract you at the same time," he suggests, the words mumbled into Asta's mouth.
Cut off entirely by the kiss planted against his mouth - and thus proving the butcher's point - Danta melts into the dark affection of it, hips lifting to grind against his lover's, tongue flicking out to catch on a sharp tooth and flood them with the scent of iron. "Maybe I can distract you at the same time," he suggests, the words mumbled into Asta's mouth.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
