// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //
Grinning as he succeeds in dragging a laugh from Asta's throat, Danta lets his hands plunge through the butcher's dark hair as he peers up at him, deft fingers scritching against the base of where his horns should sit. "Oho, is that so?" To say he doesn't expect the other man's agreement is an understatement, dark delight simmering in the Maverick's blue eyes as he shifts and adjusts to let Asta prop himself over him once again.
"I'll let him know to expect a performance soon, then," he purrs, head tilting automatically into the warm lips that drag across his jaw and down the column of his throat. "He'd call it Too Hot to Handle, or... or A Tale of Two Horns..." Were it not for the butcher's sudden distractions, Danta might have a plethora of other working titles. Alas, he eventually nudges the other man into glancing up at him so he can kiss him properly, tail curling possessively around one of his calves.
"I'll let him know to expect a performance soon, then," he purrs, head tilting automatically into the warm lips that drag across his jaw and down the column of his throat. "He'd call it Too Hot to Handle, or... or A Tale of Two Horns..." Were it not for the butcher's sudden distractions, Danta might have a plethora of other working titles. Alas, he eventually nudges the other man into glancing up at him so he can kiss him properly, tail curling possessively around one of his calves.
Dantalion
// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
