you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Prick," Danta purrs affectionately in return, unable not to grin at the other man's inflated ego, even if in this case (and most others, if you ask him) it's entirely merited. A quiet laugh rumbles up in his chest then - he can feel Asta's tail trying to wag where he's pinned it beneath his body, and as the butcher finally shifts to roll them to one side, he goes without complaint. His own glamour remains drawn up, mostly so he can nuzzle obnoxiously beneath his lover's chin, huffing a hot, content breath against the hollow of his throat.
"I am," he mumbles, voice muffled and arms coiling back around Asta as if to hold him just as hostage from here as he had been pinned under him. "Always will be." Always have been, he might have said if he were feeling more fluffy and sentimental, but both of them would laugh at the lie. So instead Danta leans in to let his lips ghost across the scars on the butcher's chest in feather-soft kisses, as if he might undo every one of them just by virtue of wanting it.
"I am," he mumbles, voice muffled and arms coiling back around Asta as if to hold him just as hostage from here as he had been pinned under him. "Always will be." Always have been, he might have said if he were feeling more fluffy and sentimental, but both of them would laugh at the lie. So instead Danta leans in to let his lips ghost across the scars on the butcher's chest in feather-soft kisses, as if he might undo every one of them just by virtue of wanting it.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
