you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Never one to complain about a little manhandling, if Danta unintentionally makes things more difficult for Asta by trying to kiss and grope for him while he tugs at his shirt, so be it. A quiet laugh does rumble up in his throat as he realises he's being a pain, the Maverick stilling enough so that his lover doesn't feel the need to burn the fabric to cinders, before he's melting back against the heat of his skin and trying to better fit himself into the touch of his hands.
"I want you," he mumbles into his mouth, keeping one arm curled across his back and shoulders while the other slips between them, eager to fumble away any lingering fabric getting in the way. And it surprises Danta every time, how feverishly he means it every time he says it, Asta like a craving he can't get enough of no matter how many times he indulges.
"Go slow with me," he whispers, his tone almost pleading. "I want to enjoy every bit of this."
"I want you," he mumbles into his mouth, keeping one arm curled across his back and shoulders while the other slips between them, eager to fumble away any lingering fabric getting in the way. And it surprises Danta every time, how feverishly he means it every time he says it, Asta like a craving he can't get enough of no matter how many times he indulges.
"Go slow with me," he whispers, his tone almost pleading. "I want to enjoy every bit of this."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
