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RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-30-2024
[say]"That would imply that I ever planned to sober up,"[/say] Danta points out; one can't look like walking death if one has never slept to get there, right? (Right?) And he considers the matter closed and his victory all but assured as their lips meet, because Astaroth can't offer logic and arguments when his mouth is otherwise occupied, or so Danta assumes. And so instead he curls further against the other man's chest, reaching up a hand to graze along the butcher's jaw, only to suddenly find the goblet of wine pressed between them.
[say]"Mm?"[/say] Smiling lopsidedly and glancing down at the drink, it takes very little effort for the Maverick to swat it away - glass and all - and send it spilling across the floor towards the fireplace. (Ancients, chaos, mess, what are you going to do?)
With Astaroth's promise still intact - he'd offered, after all - Danta leans in for another kiss, shifting to sprawl back and try to draw the other man over him.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-30-2024
Snorting lightly, Astaroth is inclined to respond, but their lips meet however briefly it is and he’s helpless in offering a response, which he realizes belatedly is Danta’s choice. He breaks it to offer the wine, and promptly expects it to be the sole reason Danta seeks out his lips, like a bribe. But the butcher is pleasantly surprised when it isn’t, watching as the goblet falls and clatters, creating quite the mess but blissfully leaving his fine clothes unstained.
“[say]Ah.[/say]” The echo of the metal goblet is drowned out by the pull of the Maverick, both arms now free to wind around the other man, giving into the kiss and the touch, the lure offered as he blankets the blonde. One hand lifts to run through his blonde hair, brushing it back and he grows a bit hungrier in the kiss.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-30-2024
Ah indeed, and Danta might have commented as much if his lips weren't otherwise occupied. Instead he sinks into the sheets, happily blanketed by the other man, his hips lifting to tease and grind against him given that they are both still very much clothed (from the waist down in the Maverick's case, anyway). Equally as hungry for the kiss, his fingers reach up to twist through dark hair and to tease at the chains still adorning Asta's horns.
His free hand meanwhile presses down the length of the other man's chest, savouring the feel of fabric and buttons before he goes about trying to unfasten them. It's a difficult thing to accomplish one-handed, drunk and very much distracted, and Danta is forced to pause for breath as he resists the urge to simply tear the shirt open. He won't be forgiven for that, he feels.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-30-2024
A low hum is offered, completely content with how Danta writhes, hands roaming along the red marks left behind from the corset as he presses into the kiss a bit deeper, sharp teeth nipping at the Mavericks lower lip before he withdraws when Danta starts to fumble with the buttons. The clothes for the ball were some of his more intricate pieces, but he easily draws up, face a fraction flushed as he lets his dark gaze survey the other Ancient.
And with it, he starts at the top, removing the tie and letting it fall to the side, boldly giving the other man a bit of a show as he starts to unbutton the tight fitting outer vest, shrugging out of it until his shirt is open, left on for the moment but with enough room for his hands to roam along his scarred skin. He props himself up with one hand and the other moves to start to unbutton Danta’s pants.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-30-2024
Hissing in an encouraging breath to feel the butcher's sharp teeth against his lower lip, it's with a crooked smile that Danta relaxes back against the bed as Asta draws himself up. Silhouetted by firelight casting oil-slick rainbows against his horns, the Maverick doubts the Grounds has been host to a finer gentleman or a more savage monster than Astaroth in that moment.
Watching the show through hooded blue eyes, his fingers press against the other man's upper thighs as if to echo the movements his hands would like to take if he were sober enough to take part himself. And gods but the ripples of light from the fire cascade around Asta's body in ways that the Maverick also wants to touch; instead as the other man braces over him with one hand, he reaches up suddenly to snag him around the waist, drawing him back down and against him entirely.
Regrettably this might hinder the way he tries to unbutton his pants, but Danta is more interested in the touch of his hands all over him - and being able to touch in return.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-30-2024
He’ll gladly indulge Danta in the shadow of the firelight, letting the ripple of the flames flicker against those jeweled pronged horns, the gold glinting against the oil slick of his horns, hair still slicked back aside from one piece in the front nearer to his widows peak that falls forward into his face.
And so he hovers over, bracing himself and lets his hands start to roam, before Danta tugs him down fully and a huff of a laugh leaves him, wiggling his hand out from the tight press of both of their bodies, and instead using his hand to drag Danta’s leg up against his hip, while the other focuses on running his fingers along the diamond curve of his sharp horns.
He noses his way back in, leaving a sharp red mark of a nip against Danta’s collarbone, lifting his dark head to seek out another kiss. “[say]Are you warm enough?[/say]” He asks in a quiet tone, waiting briefly for an answer before he dives in to claim another kiss.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-31-2024
Needing only a small amount of encouragement to hook his leg over Asta's hips, Danta runs his hands across silken fabric and scarred skin both, his touches lazy and indulgent. The addition of sharp teeth to mark his collarbone is just the cherry on top, his head tilting back and his eyes slipping shut to fully enjoy the sensation. As the other man's rumbled voice hits the air, the Maverick considers for perhaps a moment too long, because he's interrupted by a kiss before he can get the words out.
Hooking an arm around Asta's neck and wishing there was some way to press him somehow closer than he is already, Danta is forced to part from his lips to catch his breath, and it's with a half smile that he shrugs his shoulders. [say]"It's Deepfrost,"[/say] he purrs, [say]"I think we could always be warmer."[/say] Which is true enough, and he leans up this time to nip gently at the butcher's lower lip, as if in playful revenge.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-31-2024
There is the blanketing warmth, embraced by the way Danta’s leg hooks around his hip and Asta presses in even more, asking the question of whether it’s enough for the Maverick and giving simultaneously no time to answer. At least, until they have to part, and the answer is met with a snort, lips twisting into a sharp smirk, right when Danta enacts his revenge. His breath hitches and he pushes away any deeper urges in lieu of keeping this actually quite nice night remaining just as such.
But it does give him a moment to withdraw, propping himself up again and precisely in a way to press his hips into Danta’s, his hand lifting to brush back any loosened blonde, fingertips trailing against the diamond curve and sharp prongs from it, admiring the rainbows that dance within it before his dark gaze dips to scan his face, his warm hands dipping down to brush a calloused thumb against the sharp jut of his cheekbone, following the hollow edge of his cheek to his neck. “[say]I think you’re right.[/say]”
And that’s where the sentimentality ends, before it can become something too much, because he lifts Danta’s chin and dives in for another kiss, fully pressing his weight down, smothering Danta in his warmth and the blankets and the heat from the roaring fire.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-31-2024
Far too inebriated, still, to be able to guess what consequences might spiral out from his decisions, it's a lucky thing that Astaroth possesses the self-control that he does, and Danta settles back as the other man moves, finding a large hand and calloused fingertips skating across his cheek instead. He stutters in a breath at the grind of the other man's hips, leaning into the warm touch and letting his eyes shut for a moment. The world gently sways and he's content to let it, at least until he feels Asta's lips press against his own once more.
Moaning into the kiss and letting his other arm loop about his shoulders as well, the Maverick is a warm and malleable presence beneath the butcher, and whilst the heat is overwhelming and more than welcome, it will eventually serve to be his undoing. One glass of water, alas, is not enough to drag Danta back from the precipice of a little too drunk to function, and now that he's horizontal and comfortable and pinned against familiar sheets, the lure of sleep begins to beckon.
Still, he doesn't pass out, per say, but as his kisses migrate from Astaroth's lips to his jaw and his neck, the other man might feel the way they grow feather light, or the way the rest of his limbs grow heavier.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-31-2024
There’s a semblance of a line in the sand that Astaroth is not fully aware that he’s crossing over when he does, indulging in the tenderness that they had long since sworn off, but he remembers the worry that had overtaken the Maverick when he’d nearly froze to stone and he pairs it up against the strange sensation of his own sudden fears at the fact that Danta had been in danger.
And well, it’s a lot all at once, and nothing he’ll ever verbalize (as far as he’s aware), so he’s content to simply skate his hands and press his body against the blonde’s thinner one, blanketing him and adjusting when the kisses move to his neck, feeling as the drunken fight is given up. He doesn’t care, though, not that the Maverick’s fallen asleep nor the wine that will become sticky in the morning. No, if anything, it gives him just enough comfort to wait until he’s fully passed out and can be moved.
To which he withdraws and adjusts Danta in the bed under the covers and furs, ridding him of the rest of his fancy clothes, folding them nicely before he slips out of his own finery and curls up beside Danta, tucking him in against his chest with a quiet rumble of “[say]goodnight, Danta.[/say]” As he waits for his thoughts to quiet enough for him to follow suit.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-31-2024
Whether or not Danta remembers this night is something that will forever remain locked behind the Maverick's lips - and in truth, it's a coin toss as to whether he'll even recall getting home from the Midwinter Ball. Regardless, he sleeps like the dead, snoring softly in a tangle of heat and limbs and beneath familiar furs and blankets, the firelight dancing against the walls and the canopy over his bed.
It's enough to draw him through until morning, and as anyone who has hit the bottle as hard as Danta can attest, it means he awakens surprisingly early. And whilst the location might be a surprise (though the company is not - he only finds it strange that there aren't more people in the bed alongside he and Asta), it puts him in the perfect position for some mischief.
And so it's mischief that will awaken the butcher a short time later, in the form of slow kisses against his throat and whisper-soft fingers gliding across his body. Danta removes the layers of fur and fabric slowly, until he can straddle the other man's lap in an unconscious reversal of their positions the previous evening.
When Asta does choose to open his eyes, it will be to the sight of the Maverick astride him, dressed in every ounce of the butcher's finery from the night before. It's true that the other man's clothes don't fit him in quite the same way, but Danta has been careful to adorn himself appropriately - silk shirt, tight fitting vest, necktie - all he's missing are sharp teeth and an accent, as far as he's concerned.
Oh, and pants. He's not wearing those.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-31-2024
Considering the fact that Asta has not had that much to drink, he sleeps quite well and for enough time that he doesn’t notice when Danta slinks out to collect his clothes. He doesn’t even notice immediately as he’s straddled, not until the blonde starts to press kisses up against his jaw and the light touch that he doesn’t feel all that deeply thanks to the scar tissue crisscrossing his chest.
It’s with a quiet, sleepy hum that he shifts a little to feel the weight, arm against his forehead as he tries to stretch as if it might shove Danta off (before he opens his eyes of course to see the view). But it doesn’t work, and he opens his gaze blearily a bit, blinking away the sleep to see Danta in the dark silk and gold of his own clothes, and a sleepy smile blooms onto his face, sharp teeth on display as he gruffs out a husky laugh.
It’s a much more pleasant redo of their meeting in the Climb as the arm over his forehead lifts to tug at the loose clothes adorning the Maverick’s chest, raising a dark brow. “[say]Am I dreaming?[/say]” He murmurs with a grin, voice deep from sleep and accented even thicker, watching with a slight flush but deep content to see just how Danta would navigate it.
RE: the gold and the rust - Dantalion - 05-31-2024
Offering a toothy grin of his own in return - he's far more sober this time around, so Asta can undoubtedly expect at least some level of fuckery throughout this interaction - Danta's fingers continue to softly explore the scar-crossed expanse of the other man's torso, as if searching for places where sensation is still present. [say]"If you were,"[/say] he drawls, [say]"what would happen next, I wonder?"[/say]
Tilting his head and lifting one hand (the sleeve of the butcher's shirt almost covers his fingers) to straighten his tie, Danta bounces his eyebrows. [say]"Would this stay on?"[/say] he asks, cold blue eyes dragging down the length of the other man's body. [say]"Would I even stay in this position? I imagine there are a lot of things my smart mouth might be doing in a dream."[/say] His hips rock suggestively against the other man's, a silent indication of just where else his lips might be.
RE: the gold and the rust - Astaroth - 05-31-2024
The grin sharpens, dark eyes taking him in as his hands continue that ghosting sensation, until they stumble across a much smoother portion of the butcher’s torso and he shivers with a sigh from his sharp smile that twists into a little soft hum of a sound. “[say]That’s the wonderful thing about dreams, isn’t it?[/say]” He purrs, his hand lifting to the tie while the other wraps around Danta’s thigh.
“[say]Your subconscious comes out. You may do things you wouldn’t otherwise do.[/say]” It could come off as a threat, but with the way the Maverick rolls his hips against Asta’s, it’s clear that with the way he flushes and shifts a little and his grin turns a bit sharper that he’s not at all complaining with this reversal. The hand at the tie dips his fingers in and tugs at it lightly, tightening it just so against Danta’s windpipe, loosening a second later to trail down his chest and along each of the fine buttons he wears.
Humming an almost wistful sound, he slowly rolls his hips up against Danta’s, clear as his cock starts to fill out beneath the blonde that whatever this is, it’s working. “[say]I think I would like to find out what that mouth of yours can do.[/say]” He purrs, lifting his hand to run his thumb along Danta’s lower lip, a dark brow rising in challenge, handing away the reins in a way that won’t, hopefully, have the Maverick turning so sinister.
Isn’t that a chaotic change for the butcher?