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RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
Inhaling a slow breath that suggests Danta is exerting every ounce of his (flimsy) control on keeping to the task at hand, he offers Asta a rather measured nod, all things considered. [say]"The places I would cover you in flour and jam,"[/say] he informs him in a voice pitched low with mischief, the Maverick letting out a soft whistle and turning back to his cookies. At least they are still able to work swiftly and with relative skill at filling them, Danta stepping back once he's finished with the chocolate allocation and reaching for the apricot jam instead.
Offering out the chocolate covered spoon for Asta, he selects a clean one to dollop out the jam into the last of the treats; and at the sing-song Whitebrim tone, he leans out to playfully - and gently, let it be known - kick the other man in the shin. [say]"Enough,"[/say] he scolds with all the affection in the world, offering him a fanged grin and stepping back at last, as if this part of their baking adventure has been an exercise in great willpower.
[say]"Alright. Into the oven, presumably?"[/say]
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
“[say]How horribly sticky.[/say]” The butcher comments playfully, tail flicking with his amusement against Danta’s leg as they work and fill the cookies. The chocolate spoon is taken quite gratefully, popped into his mouth and licked clean, before he’s debating whether or not to offer the strawberry spoon to his lover.
It’s an offer that never comes, though, as Danta kicks at his shin and the butcher barks a laugh, hands lifting in a placating gesture as he raises a brow toward the Maverick, both spoons held high. The strawberry spoon is not offered to the Maverick for the transgressions and instead he reaches out to smear the smooth back of it against a handsomely sharp cheekbone with a knowing grin before he, too, steps back and collects a tray of cookies so that hopefully Danta decides against going in for another bout of retaliation.
“[say]Indeed, into the oven it goes![/say]” Comes the singsong chime regardless, louder this time as his accented voice carries it easily and well, twisting immediately on his heel to go straight to the ovens to open it and slip the tray inside.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
[say]"It's alright, I'd make sure I licked you clean,"[/say] Danta mutters, dark amusement written all over his face as he wipes his hands on a nearby cloth - only to find jam smeared across his face. [say]"Wh--!"[/say] Confusion and outrage fight for purchase, even as he reaches up with a finger to wipe the jam away. [say]"Mmhm,"[/say] he hums around the digit, eyes narrowing to watch Asta saunter across the kitchen with his tray of cookies.
Now, one might expect Danta not to exact any revenge given that all their hard work is on the line. And one would be both right and wrong. Indeed, he waits quite patiently for Asta to be finished putting the tray into the ovens, lingering behind him with the second one and popping it onto a shelf as well. Only when the cookies are safe does he turn, reaching out to try and snag the butcher by the sweater to pull him into a kiss that is certainly not chaste. One that tastes like chocolate, thanks to Danta's hunting out the jar while the other man's back was turned.
Humming greedily into Asta's mouth, his tongue flicks up wickedly to press against the sharper curve of one of his canines, flooding the kiss with sweetness and blood, only for him to draw back again a second later. [say]"We make a good team."[/say] Smiling sunnily, he dart!s away a foot to get a brief headstart back to their work station to clean up.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
Oh, the butcher is completely unaware despite knowing that it was very likely for retaliation the second the cookies were in the oven. And yet, it isn’t the kind he expects – not when as soon as he closes the door of the oven and presses in the time for the timer, he’s being snagged by his soft floury sweater and drawn into a kiss. One that he can’t help but to oblige to, despite how he should absolutely know better than to assume they were even.
Because they’re not, and as Danta’s kiss prolongs and the taste of chocolate swarms his mouth in a pleasant surprise, the following surprise has the warm hues of his skin flushing a stark red with the slicing of his tongue against a particularly very sharp canine. And for a moment he’s simply dazed, blinking and watching as Danta dart!s back toward their workstation.
He takes a moment to try and catch some semblance of a breath before he makes his way over, slightly uncomfortably now thanks Danta. “[say]You,[/say]” he pauses if only to reach out and slip his hand up underneath the slip of his shirt, pressing against his lover’s skin. “[say]Are a nightmare.[/say]” He drawls affectionately, despite the frustration deepening his voice.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
With the taste of blood and chocolate lingering in his mouth - and feeling just as uncomfortable and frustrated as Asta, should the other man think Danta is somehow the victor in all of this - the Maverick does his best to focus on cleaning up their station. [say]"If I was,"[/say] he says, his voice similarly rough around the edges, [say]"you'd never want to wake up."[/say] Smirking, he grabs the mixing bowl Asta had used and the utensils to put them inside it, ready to be washed.
[say]"How long do those cookies of yours take?"[/say] he wonders, leaning surreptitiously into the warm and calloused fingers brushing against his lower back. AKA, how long until we can get out of here and I can have you to myself? [say]"Should we have set a timer?"[/say] Because he's just as guilty of being distracted by the rest of the kitchen as he is by the butcher, in fairness.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
“[say]The best and worst nightmare to have ever befallen me.[/say]” The butcher drawls, keeping that hand against his lovers lower back as he uses his free hand to collect the lids of the preserves jars to place them on top and set them aside while Danta collects bowls and utensils. Luckily, it isn’t too much clean up, the majority is just putting things away and wiping down the floury surface from where Asta hadn’t managed to keep the flour contained perfectly well.
Humming a soft note, still fully distracted by the lingering taste of chocolate and blood in his mouth, the butcher tilts his horned head slightly. “[say]About fifteen minutes, darling.[/say]” He murmurs, before he snorts. “[say]I set the timer, do not worry.[/say]” his hand slides up a bit more to press his warm fingers against the bottom of his lovers shoulder blades.
He twists a touch toward him, though, subconsciously following his train of thought. “[say]Was this perhaps a rouse to enact that fantasy of yours?[/say]” He asks, leaning on his elbow on the workstation, intentionally bending enough over the counter to have to look up at the Maverick with a raised brow and a dark gaze settled amongst slightly flushed skin.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
[say]"And don't you ever forget it,"[/say] Danta purrs, helping to tighten the lids on the jars of the preserves since he has both hands at his disposal (and he doesn't want to encourage Asta to stop touching him, thank you). Wiping down the counter after the other man has disposed of the lingering flour - from the worktop if not from either of them - he glances sidelong at the butcher with a smirk curling at his lips to feel those calloused fingers creeping higher.
[say]"So responsible of you,"[/say] he says, turning as well to gaze down at Asta while the rest of the kitchen continues to move around them like a well-oiled machine. [say]"It might have been, had you not already promised I could enact it later once everyone has left,"[/say] he hums, reaching out to gently and carefully brush the lingering flour out of Asta's hair, his touch as reverent as his lips had been wicked.
[say]"No, this was just because I want you. I always want you,"[/say] he tells him apologetically.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
“[say]How could I?[/say]” He asks with a playfully sharp smirk of his own, grateful for the help from the Maverick to tighten the lids of the jars. And before too long, the counter is clean and he’s leaning against it, giving Danta the comfort of looking down at him as he smirks back up at him, pressing his warm hand against the small of his back even more, starbursting his fingertips out in slow movements.
He tilts into the reverent touches easily, eyes closing for a moment before they open and he blinks back up at him with a hint of mischief amongst the dark honey of his gaze. “[say]I want you too, darling.[/say]” He assures him, lips twisting into a genuine smile before he straightens up and his other hand reaches up to thread through blonde locks to pull him in again for a chocolate iron kiss. One that promises all kinds of wickedness and concessions as he pulls away. “[say]And perhaps, given everything, I am feeling.. mm, generous.[/say]” He tilts his head despite how his smile remains sharp and playful. “[say]Could we perhaps dismiss them when the cookies are done?[/say]” He asks in a low whisper, a dramatic whine weaved in as the spade end to his tail flicks back and forth like a dog's.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
Shivering instinctively and arching against the fingers that spread against his lower back, tilting his hips forward, Danta raises a brow and lets his lips part to respond, only to find them captured anew by Asta's kiss. Melting forward to let gentle arms encircle the other man, he's left befuddled and far too aroused to make any good decisions by the time he's able to breathe again. [say]"Are you telling me you want me to wait fifteen minutes in this crowded kitchen, when I could have had you in the corridor in that time?"[/say] he whispers.
Evidently he's not thinking clearly enough with the right head to realise what the butcher might be offering - all Danta knows is what he wants, and its the man in his arms who is now standing close enough that he daren't step back without making it very clear what his presence is doing to him. [say]"Someone will take them out of the oven when the timer goes off, right?"[/say] he asks, glancing over Asta's shoulder.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
The whisper in return sparks a soft snort to leave the butcher, amusement flaring if only because this is a situation Danta has caused him (he doesn’t think about it in the reverse, obviously, and how the butcher effects the Maverick, and yet), they press against one another to hide the very clear intentions the both of them have. “[say]The corridor is not wholly the kitchen, is it? I would like to ensure it suffices, is all.[/say]” He fires back in his own low whisper, though he smirks in spite of the comment.
At the follow-up, though, he twists a fraction while Danta looks over his shoulder to lean in and press his lips to the sticky mess left still on his lover’s cheekbone, hot and warm. “[say]They will if you tell them do, darling. You are the owner and their Theocrat.[/say]” Comes the quiet purr, imagining they would have to wait until they got to wherever Danta has decided for them to go before the butcher has a chance to truly tell him his plans.
Not that he minds, of course. The idea of it is quite appealing regardless, evident in the pressure pushing into the Maverick's hips from how close they've slotted together.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
[say]"Asta, the wall outside would suffice at this point, snow and ice and all,"[/say] Danta all but hisses to the other man, a smile hidden in his words as his fingers curl into the back of his dark hair. Swallowing hard and tilting his head a fraction as warm, sweet lips graze across his cheek, the Maverick is left grumbling his reluctant agreement as his eyes, dark with arousal, flick between the oven and its timer and the bustling nature of the kitchen.
[say]"You,"[/say] he calls out to one of the staff passing, his hand still cradling the back of Asta's head, his body flush against the butcher's. [say]"See that?"[/say] He nods to the oven. [say]"When the timer goes off, they're your job."[/say] Even without the position Danta currently finds himself in (it's a brothel, deal with it), the demand is enough for a swift nod and a change of direction for the worker, and the Maverick lets out a shivery sigh of near relief.
[say]"Get me the fuck out of this kitchen,"[/say] he mumbles to Asta, given that the other man has the convenience of facing the door.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
“[say]Gods I would rather not when there’s snow and ice involved.[/say]” The last thing he wants is to turn to stone in such a compromising position. But, there’s agreement and the beautiful sensation of his lovers hand in his dark hair, around the tines of his horns as he nearly purrs to hear the rupture of the Maverick’s Theocrat voice come out.
Appreciative as always for it, he smirks when he’s now in focus, demanded to take him out of the kitchen which only, honestly, aligns so perfectly with his plans already that he easily hoists the Maverick up and against him, uncaring what anyone sees. (It is a brothel, after all. And takes him to the door in question.
The alcove, which honestly appears more like a relatively large store room is the space he dips into, kicking his foot back to close the door behind them before he releases Danta back onto his feet, flaring the oil lamp in the corner with a flick of his wrist. He already invades the Maverick’s space like a living shadow, voice low because they can still hear the bustle of the kitchen through the door. “[say]So. I am generous today, darling. And you have been quite demanding.[/say]” A soft snort leaves him with it but he isn’t deterred. “[say]Would you like to fuck me instead?[/say]” It’s not a bargain, but the way the butcher tilts his head is the very same motions he harbored when making deals.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Dantalion - 01-01-2025
His breath hitches as he's hoisted up against the butcher, legs automatically hooking around his waist (and his hips rocking forward entirely without his permission), an arm slipping around his shoulders as he's promptly carried from the kitchen as requested.
And into an adjoining store room.
Danta's confusion is a brief thing tempered by a wicked excitement that they can still hear the noise from the kitchen behind the closed door. He has the sense - barely - to nudge a crate against it, so at least they'll be given a modicum of warning if someone does try to step inside.
But then Asta is crowding into his space, Danta reaching up to run warm hands down his chest over his sweater. [say]"If I've been demanding, it's because you are irresistible,"[/say] he whispers, his tone turning soft and apologetic as if he hadn't realised he'd been quite so abrupt with the other man.
As the butcher continues, though, it takes a second for the question to fully register, but when it does it's enough to have Danta's mouth watering and his knees growing weak with desire. [say]"Asta,"[/say] he purrs his name like it's warning, his lips curling in a smile as he leans in to drape himself against the other man's chest. [say]"You don't really want me to fuck you in this store room, do you?"[/say]
Because I can and will wait for somewhere better, goes unspoken.
RE: honey i'm taking no orders - Astaroth - 01-01-2025
If he’s being honest, it hasn’t been demanding with him so much as it was demanding with the kitchen crew. But they deserved every second of it with the way they seemed like headless chickens in the kitchen without some assertive tone. Himself, though, what was fair is fair, and he runs both of his hands up underneath his lover’s shirt to press warm hands smoothing up his sides from the sharp jut of his hip bones. “[say]I have a suspicion that you simply enjoy seeing my hands dirty.[/say]” Comes the low purr in response to his apparent irresistibility.
He knows that his suggestion will have a reaction, but there’s something so genuine and intriguing in the way Danta drapes against him, as the scent of sage and strawberry jam, chocolate and blood overwhelm his senses. “[say]I do not particularly care where it is so long as you do.[/say]” He responds in equal quiet, glancing toward the door as the sound of feet pass by, blissfully leaving the door alone but not without sending a shivery thrill down his spine.
“[say]And there will be plenty of times in the future where it does not have to be in a store room. However, for today? Take it and run, love.[/say]” It’s a deep purr, a greedy roll of his hips to alleviate some of the pressure built from his arousal, slipping his warm hands up Danta’s sides and flattening his thumbs further inward to stroke along his chest.