stay your pretty eyes on course

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

"Mm, I did promise you luxere," Danta agrees with a somewhat distant smile, his thoughts (and body) evidently still trying to clutch onto the last sparks of pleasure from the past few minutes. He gingerly gets himself down from the table, testing his weight on the balls of his feet while Asta admires his (literal) handiwork, tail swaying low and content at his heels.

"Apparently I'm into pyrography these days," he purrs, slipping in against the other man's side to subtly lean against him and to steal his heat. "Since you're happy to wait, then, I don't suppose you'd mind taking me back to bed? Wonderful as this wakeup was, it's barely the crack of dawn, and I don't want to look at the world again for another couple of hours."

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

“I will not let you forget.” Asta assures him, playfully of course – because for as much as Danta is tired, the butcher becomes more and more exhausted as the seconds tick on with the comedown. He admires the handprints scorched into the table while his other hand slips up Danta’s spine precisely the time his lover tucks himself in against his chest to soak up the heat, his voice a welcome reprieve as it always was.

A low hum of a laugh leaves him, before he winds his arms around him and presses a soft kiss and affectionate nuzzle to his temple. “I do not mind at all, darling.” He assures him, twisting slightly to scoop his lover up into his arms with a beeline straight for their den. “I will be glad to only have you in our bed.” He hums idly, setting Danta down before climbing in alongside him, tucking them up under the sheets and happily holding him, stroking his golden hair, until the Maverick falls asleep first, the picture of perfect contentness after the aggravating wake up.

- FIN

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life