...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again
Oh, Danta's mouth is going somewhere, but it has very little to do with money. Hissing in a breath to feel the press of Asta's cock between them, already he's leaning in for another taste of the butcher's mouth when the world suddenly slips sideways. Clutching onto his lover automatically, he's laughing as he finds himself atop the other man, leaning in to brush his nose against Asta's.
"Is that your way of saying you're worried we might actually manage it?" he whispers, grinning. They've already slept in a bed half burned to cinders, and he supposes he can appreciate Asta's point, especially given his possessive nature and the raging storm outside. The last thing either of them will want is to find somewhere else to sleep.
So instead Danta spends a few moments simply admiring the other man sprawled in the sheets like some dark angel, leaning in to kiss him slowly and gently, before those same kisses start to migrate south across his throat, and then to his collarbones and scarred chest. "Time to see which can keep it up longer - your patience or my tongue," he purrs.
"Is that your way of saying you're worried we might actually manage it?" he whispers, grinning. They've already slept in a bed half burned to cinders, and he supposes he can appreciate Asta's point, especially given his possessive nature and the raging storm outside. The last thing either of them will want is to find somewhere else to sleep.
So instead Danta spends a few moments simply admiring the other man sprawled in the sheets like some dark angel, leaning in to kiss him slowly and gently, before those same kisses start to migrate south across his throat, and then to his collarbones and scarred chest. "Time to see which can keep it up longer - your patience or my tongue," he purrs.
Dantalion
i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
