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RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-04-2026
“[say]It is very lucky for me.[/say]” The butcher remarks, smirking against his lover’s neck, tail still wagging as Danta’s leg hooks around his waist, pinning him there – not like there’s anywhere else he’d rather be. Curling into him a bit more, listening to the brief thrum of rain and screams as the backdrop, Asta’s quite confident that this is perhaps the best start to Leafchange they’d had so far since he’d gotten the Feirw shift.
After all, the last time had the sudden and rude awakening of Kiada dropping a note off under the door which had absolutely sent him into that protective mode. Here, without another soul in sight, that part of him can relax.
As Danta’s voice pitches low and Asta’s fingers drag along the soft skin and dips and curves of his lover’s sides while his lips trail a blazing path along his neck, just short of finding a way to nip and bite without drawing too much damage. It’s the Maverick’s tantalizing voice that prevents it for the time, though, while Asta smirks. “[say]I was enjoying the view.[/say]” He’d not wanted to interrupt it, even if a large portion of him did think about pinning his lover down anyway he could. But with the rain falling, he’s quite pleased that he’d had enough restraint.
For now, though, he drops a bit more weight down, his hips pressing into the other Ancient’s as a precursor before he speaks, sucking a mark into the soft skin just below Danta’s jeweled ear. “[say]Besides, you were busy pitching two of them, by my count.[/say]” He whispers knowingly, withdrawing enough to let his dark gaze, swallowed by the desire that thrums through him like lightning.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-04-2026
A shiver runs up the length of Danta's spine in the wake of Asta's fingertips, his breathless laughter cutting into a moan as the other man pins him more completely into the furs. [say]"You should have said something,"[/say] he mumbles, half distracted by the heat kindling into something dark and urgent between them. [say]"I'd have happily done it naked."[/say]
His fingers flinch in the back of the butcher's shirt then, and though he wants to make a clever remark about Asta learning his share of filthy euphemisms from the Dusklight, it's a difficult ask when he's absolutely right; there's certainly more than one tent pole too many now, if they're counting. [say]"Shut up,"[/say] he manages through a wicked laugh, though his playful glare up at the other man soon melts under the desire pooling in Asta's honey dark eyes.
Before he realises he's done it, Danta is surging up again to capture his lips in a kiss made bloody with passion and need, his tongue catching on a sharp canine to flood the air with the scent of iron. Humming greedily against Asta's mouth, he's torn between wanting to pull off all their clothes and simply removing the bare minimum. And it will be whatever gets him as close as he needs to be as quickly as possible, in the end.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-04-2026
“[say]Oh, that is an option?[/say]” The butcher smirks, intimately aware of how his fingers twitch against his back, just at the hem of the thin shirt he wears. Its below enough of his scar tissue to be very sensitive, high enough that it doesn’t delve into the start of his tail, and it only adds to the desire thrumming through him when he meets Danta’s gaze.
Delight flickers in the lust driven dark of his eyes, lips parting enough to start saying “[say]make m-[/say]” before Danta does just that. Everything else falls away with the feel of his lover’s tongue pressing against his sharpest tooth, the blood painting both of their lips a crimson and flooding their mouths with the delightful twinge of iron that Asta can’t bite back the low growl of need that leaves him, pouring into his lover’s mouth.
It sends him into overdrive, almost as if any sensation of clothes whatsoever might be a threat – and it has him sharply sent into action. He parts from the kiss with a panting breath, tail flicking behind him as he draws up enough to slip out of his shirt and leave it gods know where. It leaves his hair a mess, and probably a tear in the shirt from his antlers he was not careful about when removing it. And when he descends again it’s to tug Danta’s off any way he can. It’s overdrive in the sense that Asta doesn’t stop there, either, curling over the blonde to claim him in another kiss as his hands drop between them, palming his trapped length before working to get his pants off.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-04-2026
It was always an option, Danta might have said if he were still in a position to banter, but with the growl that rumbles up in Asta's throat and the way he seems to tense all over in his arms, the Maverick knows the time for play is over. Moaning softly in the wake of that parting kiss, he watches with hungry eyes as the other man draws his shirt over his head, heedless of tearing fabric or folding clothes, and his bloody lips curl up in a dark smile.
[say]"I want you--"[/say] He just about manages to get the words out before Asta claims his mouth in another kiss, Danta distantly aware of the sound of ripping linen as his own shirt is torn away, not that he even remembers what he'd been wearing at this point. It feels comically unimportant compared to the heat rolling off Asta's body and the way his hand presses against the hard, trapped length of his cock, a decision that has the breath impatiently huffing out of him.
He lifts his hips both to assist in the removal of his pants and to chase the sensation of the butcher's wicked fingers, one hand twisting through his dark hair while the other fumbles to try and assist any way he can in the removal of the rest of their clothes.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-04-2026
“[say]I want you more.[/say]” Comes the taunting hum from Asta’s throat as he parts just enough to speak and tear away Danta’s shirt. The fabric rips with surprising ease, though perhaps that’s due to Asta’s near feral movements. Heat blooms from him, need and desire all wrapped up in a bundle of pent up need as Asta focuses on getting rid of as much of the restraints of their clothes as possible.
Not before teasing where he can, of course. It’s brief as he manages to tug his pants off, and between the two of them and Danta’s determination, the butcher’s pants don’t make it much longer either. And only then does Asta descend, seeking out a deeper kiss to share more of the red that paints both of their lips, having nicked the inside of his cheek in the process to flood their mouths with even more of it.
His hands find the Maverick again, dragging one of his legs up around his waist again before curling up the swell of his ass and tease and loosen him up, while his other hand skates up his chest in a slower motion. Paired with the heat of a spark of flame before he tangles his hand in his fiance’s blonde strands, he parts from the kiss as his chest rises and falls with the need for breath, utilizing it as the distraction to line them up. “[say]You are so good for me, darling.[/say]” He purrs, his tail sweeping over to wrap around Danta’s leg to keep him there.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-04-2026
Moaning openly into the kiss Asta takes from him, with nothing but scraps of fabric left between them, Danta is perhaps more pliant in the butcher's grip than he might otherwise expect. A year has been long enough to learn Asta's needs and tells during this particular season, and if his surrender to the other man's desire for control and possession is what ramps up the pleasure for them both, say less, in Danta's opinion.
Hitching his leg readily around his lover's waist, a gasp breaks from his bloody lips to feel the clever work of his fingers, Danta curling an arm around Asta's back as if for leverage even as he pants for breath and composure both. [say]"No one fucks me like you do,"[/say] he whispers between breaths, blue eyes hazy with lust, cock twitching impatiently between them as if begging for attention.
[say]"Gods, Asta..."[/say] The butcher's name almost leaves his lips as a plea, soft enough that the rain tries to drown it out in the cacophony of other voices.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-04-2026
The weight of Danta’s leg winding around his waist, the way his tail wraps around his leg to keep him close, Asta has very little to complain about even as that particular comment leaves the Maverick’s lips. Thinking about anyone else in this position with his fiancé sparks more of that genuine possessiveness, the need to be the only one that Asta can only show by doing. “[say]I know, darling.[/say]” The butcher brags easily, breathless and needy as the rain pelts down harder on their tent.
It doesn’t take long for him to be satisfied with his work, lining them up swiftly to sink into him with the snap of his hips. His hand tightens in his lover’s hair, a moan slipping from him as he’s positioned himself in just the precise way that Danta’s cock is pressed between them with the movement, enough to offer that delicious friction. “[say]Look at you, you are perfect.[/say] the praise leaves him easily, bolstered by the way Danta knows all the right buttons to press. The ego, the possessiveness, the need. If he had his choice, he’d stay buried here as long as he could – proof enough that the Maverick has and likely always will do such an outstanding job.
But to sell the point a bit further, he does curve in against him to claim his lips again, blood still staining his lips in a messy and somewhat uncoordinated kiss with the pace his hips take.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-04-2026
The cry of pleasure that tears from Danta's throat is raw and unguarded as Asta enters him, his hips snapping in a brutal pace that will leave him bruised and sore and utterly satisfied by the time they're both done. Hooking both legs about the other man's waist the moment he has the coordination to do so, the Maverick rises to meet every deep thrust, head tilting back with the fingers that tighten in the back of his hair.
His praise might not be eloquent but it's anything but quiet, and although there's only the howling rain around to listen, Danta absolutely makes certain that he's heard over the downpour and the scattered screams within it. He's silenced only by the way Asta's lips crash against his own, his moan tapering off into hum of indulgence and desire. The position of their bodies traps his cock perfectly between them, leaving him all but clinging to the other man, and as he parts from their kiss it's with a gasp of near surprise that has him reeling.
[say]"Just like that,"[/say] he begs. [say]"Gods, don't stop."[/say]
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-04-2026
The groan leaves him as he feels Danta mold and melt with him, with both legs wrapped around his waist and his hand free to dig into his lover’s side just over the jut of his hip bone, Asta thrives purely on the Maverick’s voice as it leaves his throat in an almost dizzying need. Even as he silences him with the press of his kiss, he can feel each gasp and groan into it, fingers tightening as his forehead tips toward Danta’s, his own gasps and growls leaving him with each punishing thrust of his hips.
“[say]Fuck, Danta,[/say]” his voice is deeper, more of that old Whitebrim accent leaving him with the curse – because there’s one thing that Danta does that drives him absolutely insane and that’s when his voice drops into a beg. He’s helpless but to comply with it, like his body starts to move before his mind can keep up, absolutely lost in the feeling and sensation of him.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t change anything up. He keeps the Maverick’s cock pinned between them to get the friction of each and every thrust, and each thrust drives that electricity further and further into his bones, fighting through each and every vein the butcher has. He doesn’t need to fight through his breaths and desire to tell Danta that he drives him crazy, sure that he can feel it with each increase of tension and the way his hands are entirely possessive in how they hold the Maverick to him, so he focuses on winding his fiancé up further and further.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-06-2026
I love it when you talk like that, is what Danta would say if he had breath enough for the words. To hear Asta's composure fracture under the weight of pleasure, to feel his control start to slip in time with the lowering of his voice, the rough edges of his accent; it scratches an itch in the Maverick's subconscious he's only barely aware exists. All of those sweet nothings stay locked in his throat, alas, because as the butcher clasps him closer and continues to fuck him so exquisitely, all other thoughts scatter to ash in his mind.
[say]"Asta, fuck - please,"[/say] he moans, his fingertips biting into the other man's shoulders to try and find purchase. Later he'll kiss each individual crescent moon left behind from his nails in apology, but for now his focus narrows down to the heat of his lover's body and the way each thrust seems to make him catch fire a little more, his blood singing with a pleasure that he knows will magnify tenfold if only Asta would just touch him, even for a moment.
[say]"More,"[/say] he begs, his voice dropping to something rough and almost urgent as they move against one another and the rain starts to hammer in earnest against the tent. [say]"Gods, you're gonna make me cum--"[/say]
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-06-2026
Maybe he’ll pick up on the way Danta’s body comes to life even more with the low, gravelly thrum of the butcher’s voice and implement it for the rest of their desert vacation. For now, though, the butcher serenades him in turn with plenty of the sounds that often evade him other times of the season.
It’s the please that gets him, the hitch of his breath as the shiver of delight that burns like the volcanic lightning of the Climb as it races down his spine and his tail, squeezing the Maverick’s leg in a twitch where it’s wrapped around him.
The more escapes his fiancé as his body shifts to drop his head against his neck, dark kisses left behind as the dark and husky voice leaves him. “[say]Good,[/say]” He growls, giving into Danta’s desire and his own, angling just enough to fuck him deeper and make enough space for his hand to slip between them, giving that additional attention to the Maverick’s cock, stroking him just as fast as his hips snap into him.
“[say]Cum for me, darling.[/say]” The command growls from him, paired with the bite he sinks into his lovers shoulder.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-06-2026
Asta will find very little resistance in his lover as he angles them up, Danta's back arching off the furs as if to chase after the heat of the butcher's body, only to find his hand slipping between them instead. [say]"Oh, fuck..."[/say] The curse barely has time to spill from his lips before his breath hitches and a bitten back cry of pleasure scrapes through his throat.
It's all too much - the relentless snap of the other man's hips into him, the tight stroke of his cock, the command in his voice and the prick of his teeth against his neck, and Danta's climax rocks through him with neither warning nor permission. He's distantly aware that he might have called out Asta's name, if not out loud then certainly in his mind, and as wave after wave of bliss floods through every nerve ending, he's entirely lost to it. Drowning, yes, but happily so, and only as the world feels like it's starting to darken at the edges does the Maverick realise he's forgotten to breathe.
Lungs screaming, the gasp of air he snatches in is an ecstasy all of its own. His fingers have found their way into the back of Asta's hair, tight in the dark locks, though he's oblivious as to whether he'd been trying to hold the other man back or press his sharp teeth closer, deeper into his throat. He can feel the frantic beat of his pulse everywhere, left panting and utterly spent in the wake of the butcher's hard work, and as aftershocks of pleasure continue to rack through him, it's about all he can do to remain curled around him, eyes fluttering shut, wholly possessed and wanting for nothing.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-06-2026
The curse that slips from Danta’s voice is the boon Asta needs as he descends. Teeth bite into his shoulder — not nearly as deep as he’d like, but he’s conscious enough to stop himself even if everything else screams otherwise. He’s aware of the way Danta breaks, the mess that’s created between them that he helps draw from the other Ancient.
It helps him, too, the way Danta’s fingers thread through dark hair, twisting and holding and dextrously evading nicking his horns, the taste of iron flooding his tongue is his final undoing. He cranes into him hard, his orgasm thundering through him with a groan that leaves him wrapped around the Maverick’s full first name.
His heartbeat thunders in his chest, breath completely unstable before he’s surging up through the hold Danta has in his hair to press a bloody and greedy kiss to his fiancé’s lips, withdrawing to pant above him and press his forehead to his as he closes his eyes and hoarsely whisper, “[say]I love you.[/say]”
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-06-2026
Through numb fingers, Danta has come back to himself just enough to loosen his grip on Asta's hair, letting the other Ancient surge up to claim his mouth in an iron tinged kiss. He moans quietly against his lips, still fighting for breath when they part and letting his hand gently drop down to clasp the back of the butcher's neck. [say]"I love you,"[/say] he whispers in return, eyes closed, forehead pressed to his lover's, and if he lets himself drift like this he swears he can feel the thunder of their heartbeats start to sync together.
[say]"I love you and I'm yours,"[/say] Danta continues, his voice hoarse but sincere in its conviction. Relaxing back into the furs little by little and encouraging Asta to drop his weight down atop him regardless of how they'll both need to clean up shortly, the fingertips of his free hand trickle down between the butcher's shoulderblades until he can curl his arm back around him properly.
[say]"And no one else is around for hundreds of miles, I bet,"[/say] he adds, [say]"so if you feel like you need to get up and check for people, you can think the fuck again."[/say] A soft laugh escapes him then; Danta is bluffing, of course. He doesn't think he could walk right now even if his life depended on it, thanks to Asta.