seven sins, don't let them in

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"You can still be a baby, no matter how old you are," Danta informs the butcher, a sing-song cadence to his voice as he reaches up to playfully clasp and wiggle his jaw. "But yes, you are older than I am. And it's your birthday this season - don't think I forgot." Asta is out of danger when it comes to gigantic surprise parties now, but it doesn't mean that Danta isn't going to have something up his sleeve to celebrate the birth of his favourite person.

Ferried closer and without any complaints, Danta's hands drop from Asta's shoulders at last to draw gentle lines of fire down the length of his back, glancing up just in time for the other man to lean in. I would, he almost says as their foreheads touch. Because if it would make the other man happy he really would, despite what it would mean for their current situation.

But the butcher continues and Danta immediately feels his cheeks flush, silenced by the kiss Asta steals from his mouth. "Shut up." It's his turn to hiss out the words, the Maverick immediately nuzzling against the crook of Asta's neck as if to hide how flustered he is.

"You're home for me too," he mumbles, his voice muffled, arms squeezing around his lover. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash