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RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-04-2025
Danta’s moan is like music to his ears, sparking more of the flush across his body and the goosebumps that rise in their wake. Especially as he seems to stubbornly make it difficult for Danta to unbutton his shirt — but he manages, and when they part, the butcher peers up with a lust dark gaze, beaming that too sharp smile up at his lover before his shirt is tugged off and tossed somewhere and the butcher’s hands move from the leather pants to offer some relief to the tightness of them to take full advantage of the curve and juts of his hip bones, curving up to press against his ribs.
“[say]You do.[/say]” He confirms, taking a moment to loosen the shirt he wears even further, the waistcoat unbuttoned in the span of a few seconds, baring his chest and scars up to Danta’s attention. “[say]Ooh, well who am I to deny such a wonderful time?[/say]” He purrs, arching into each touch as his hands return to Danta again, dragging long fingers along his shoulders and plunging them into the long strands of blond and brushing against the buzzed portions of his lover's hair.
He doesn’t even care if he knicks himself on the sharp edges of Danta’s horns, so focused is he on giving and receiving the touch as he tilts his horned head back, very willingly baring his throat to the Maverick. “[say]It is your birthday, though..[/say]” He trails off, voice dripping saccharine sweetly, pushing aside his usual demanding nature in order to hand the reins to Danta.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-04-2025
Shivering out an automatic sigh of relief as Asta hands slip out of his pants, giving him a little more room to breathe and move, Danta can't help but chuckle against the side of his lover's neck, having been kissing a dark and possessive mark into his skin. [say]"Who would either of us be, mm?"[/say] he agrees, drawing back and leaning into the fingers that plunge through his hair and against diamond sharp horns, a hum of appreciation rumbling in his throat.
A fresh pulse of heat thrums through him, however, both at the offer and at the oh-so-willing way Asta bares his throat up at him, and Danta is on him again in mere moments. Kissing him deeply, his fingers skating up and around the soft column of his neck, when he draws back he's as breathless as he is undone, nipping at a jewelled earlobe and squeezing ever so gently against Asta's windpipe.
[say]"I'm going to fuck you in this bed,"[/say] he whispers sweetly, punctuating every other word with a kiss just below his ear. [say]"I'm going to fuck you slow, and deep, until we both can't stand it any more."[/say]
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-04-2025
Happily taking each dark mark left in his throat, the butcher shivers almost a little violently as the low rumble of a moan escapes him in turn. One that’s silenced with the press of his lips, the indulgence of the kiss as it deepens and he bares his throat. He swallows against the hands against his neck, his Adam’s apple rising and falling against Danta’s fingers.
He pants when Danta parts, one hand tangling in the blond strands while the other drags down his body, fingertips pressing into his side. The squeeze is met with a low moan of pleasure, an increase of heat flooding his body along with the nips at his jeweled earlobe, courtesy of the man above him.
Unable to keep the smirk from blooming on his face, the butcher lets his soft laugh leave him, drawing in a deep breath after that. “[say]Then what are you waiting for, darling?[/say]” He purrs, punctuating the question with the sudden roll of his hips against his lover’s, trying to steal the immediate response from his lips. “[say]I’m dying of anticipation.[/say]” Ever a flare for the dramatics, the butcher moans it in a sing song tone, but the still playful smirk is evidently still there.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
Danta's lips part only for his response to taper off into a sharp moan with the sudden rise fo Asta's hips - something the butcher had entirely intended to happen, and he knows it. Grumbling affectionately and pushing himself back, he regards the other man with flushed cheeks and eyes dark with arousal, his hands dropping to the button of his leather pants so he might peel them off at last.
[say]"I'd not want to be the cause of your untimely demise,"[/say] he drawls, flashing a fanged smile and shifting off Asta just enough to strip away the rest of his clothes, hoping his lover opts to do the same in the span of seconds when they're apart. Because in whatever state Danta finds him when he's tossed his pants to one side and kicked away his shoes, that's how he plans to have him.
All but pinning Asta back into the sheets and furs, the Maverick runs a greedy hand down his side to grasp at one of his hips, hitching him closer. [say]"Gods, I want you,"[/say] he whispers, his patience hanging on by a thread, and even then it's only because he doesn't want to rush through this that he isn't already fucking him to oblivion.
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-05-2025
Heavy lidded as he peers up at his lover, Asta keeps the small smile tugging the corners of his lips as he does in fact take advantage of the momentary parting. “[say]Maybe once in the past..[/say]” He trails off playfully, shedding himself of his own pants and the shirt that’s still clinging to his arms. And given that it’s Danta’s birthday celebration, well, he doesn’t even go through the whole bratty response of folding them. They’d dropped off the edge of the bed just as Danta’s were, lost for however long on the floor until they deemed them necessary again.
Though something tells him it won’t be for a while.
Pushed back against the bed, though, the butcher lets the soft huff of amusement leave his lips, exhaling a grateful sigh as Danta’s hand drags along his side to grab his hips, hitching him closer. The whisper is as much a boon as the possessiveness with which Danta grabs him, and it stokes the fire low in his belly to begin to burn hotter, flushing his cheeks and neck with patches of pink amongst the bronze. “[say]I want you, too.[/say]” His accented whisper in return is punctuated with the raise of his hands, plunging them through Danta’s blonde again, his legs shifting to wrap around Danta and press his heels in against his lower back, his tail selfishly angling to snatch ahold of Danta’s own to wind around for that added bit of connection.
Angled just-so, so that Danta wouldn't have to fight too much, he looks up at him with a coquettish flare to his face, chin tilting up to offer his neck and the rest of him to be fucked into oblivion, which he's positive the Maverick won't disappoint in that regard.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
Danta can count on one hand the number of times he's seen Asta like this, and he never takes it for granted. Inhaling sharply as the butcher's legs come hooking around him, a playful smile kicks up one side of his mouth, Danta leaning in for a kiss that's almost too soft in comparison to the past few minutes. Wanting to taste any gasps or moans that might rumble up in the other man's throat, the Maverick shifts his knees to adjust them accordingly, and with a fresh curl of heat already flaring low in his belly, he guides himself forward to fill Asta completely.
Forcing himself not to immediately succumb to the urge to have and to take, Danta exhales a shivery breath and holds himself there for a few heartbeats, stealing a few chaste kisses from Asta's lips and the corner of his mouth. Slow, he'd said, and he'd meant it as far as his impulse control holds out. (Which, let's all be honest, isn't that far, but we'll see).
[say]"Fuck,"[/say] he whispers his approval, drawing back enough to hitch the other man's leg up a little higher, before thrusting forward a second time. [say]"How many birthdays am I allowed per year?"[/say]
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-05-2025
It is a rare thing for Asta to give up this much control – but it is the Maverick’s birthday, and so it’s truly a cherry on top of everything else so far. But it isn’t as if the butcher isn’t benefitting from it either – flushed and content to be however Danta wishes him to be in this precise moment, it’s amongst familiar furs and a comfortable blanket that Asta moans a low and rough sound right into Danta’s kiss as he’s filled completely.
It's a hitch of his breath and a rough pant after that accompanies the few seconds after, fingers twitching against the blonde strands before they push further through to drag blunt nails along the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades as Danta presses his kisses – so unfortunately chaste but beautifully sweet – against his lips and the corner of his mouth. His arms loosen when Danta draws back, a rush of air sucked into Asta’s throat, long leg hitched up perfectly for him to sink into him again, and with it the arch of the butcher’s scarred back and another moan escapes him rather than being able to respond right away.
He takes the position to grind his hips down against Danta further, which sparks the fleeting electricity through his veins as his hands – forgotten about temporarily with the pleasure sparking through him – drags those blunt nails down the other man’s chest in a slow and reverent movement. “[say]Technically one, darling.[/say]” Comes the breathless purr, the air of cockiness that returns to him as he settles again, sucking in a breath. “[say]But there – mm – are other days of cele-celebration, no?[/say]” Broken up by the moans that escape him, the butcher doesn’t seem all that upset about the interference of his words. Especially given how incredible Danta feels against him and within him.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
Arching against the blunt nails that come dragging down the length of his back, the movement inadvertantly driving his hips forward a little harder than intended, Danta's moan is a bitten back thing as he tries to fight against just how good the other man feels all around him. [say]"That doesn't seem fair..."[/say] He pants, as bratty in response as Asta is in his remarks, the Maverick smiling a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw, nosing at the scruff on his cheek. [say]"But I suppose - ah - I suppose you're right..."[/say]
Feeling lines of fire in the wake of Asta's touch all over him, Danta stretches his free hand above the butcher's head as if to brace himself over him properly, his fingers clutching at the furs for purchase. [say]"Touch yourself,"[/say] he invites, the words a breathless purr somewhere near the shell of Asta's ear. [say]"I want to see you come undone."[/say] Having picked a pace as brutal as it is almost frustratingly slow, the hand grasping at his lover's hip shifts up a fraction, so Danta can slip it beneath the small of Asta's back, arching him deliciously against any further friction between them.
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-05-2025
The bratty response to his own cocky one, ears a huff of a breathy laugh to leave the butcher – lips quirking into a sharp and indulgent smile as Danta presses a brief kiss to the curve of his jaw. His head tilts into him as he pants and refrains from muting any of the sounds that leave him, allowing them to reverberate in the snow block house. “[say]Perhaps.. I can, fuck, indulge you more.[/say]” He gets out, nipping toward Danta’s face but nowhere near skin to bite into, but the click of his teeth is evident enough.
His hands lower along Danta’s chest, dragging down and down as Danta props above him. The invitation sparks a deeper red hue to burst along his cheeks, the arch of his back and the tilt of his head back enough that the sharp tines of his obsidian horns encase where Danta’s hand has settled but digs into the furs all the same, puncturing them again and again with each perfect thrust of his lover’s hips.
Arched up by the time his hand drops to stroke his cock, he feels like a livewire, sucking in a breath as he presses against Danta enough that his legs slide up and heels dig in, meeting the perfect space between them with each stroke for the tip of his length to press against Danta’s stomach, adding to even more friction as he matches – distractedly, admittedly – the intense and yet slow pace of Danta’s hips, ensuring that each one sends him deeper and deeper and perfectly aligns with the pressure he’s manufactured to be both himself and Danta against his cock. “[say]Fuck, Danta.[/say]” Comes the quieter moan, breathless as if he can’t capture his breath quite enough, but it's clear he doesn't mind, not as each passing second sparks more and more lightning through his veins. "[say]More.[/say]" Comes the half request, half demand.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
The snap of teeth has a near feral smile curling across Danta's lips, and for a second he has to school himself against losing it completely. Times like this - where he is given complete control over the situation, where Asta is pinned beneath him and, for all intents and purposes, utterly at his mercy, have proven somewhat problematic in the past. But for all the dark fire suddenly racing through his veins, for all that each indulgent thrust threatens to knock something chaotic loose within him, the Maverick keeps his teeth to himself and throws himself instead into the serenade of the butcher's pleasure.
[say]"More?"[/say] he echoes, blue eyes flicking down between them to watch with greedy satisfaction as Asta strokes the hard length of his cock, before he's turning to steal a breathless kiss from his lips. Almost at the same time, he shifts to get his knees beneath him properly on the makeshift bed, his thrusts suddenly growing much faster but no more gentle for it.
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-05-2025
Perhaps on another celebration he can truly let Danta loose in the Rage Room. But for now, the House of Midnight for all of its magical brilliance, wasn’t equipped for the chaotic nature of the Ancients, but at least it was enough for memories sake. For perhaps, instead of memories of the other version of himself that lived amongst this home, that those dreams might be influenced with this. The feeling of the sweltering heat, of being pinned beneath his lover, of baring himself to him wholly in such a way that felt like nothing short of divinity.
He certainly is devoted to Dygra, as Danta is too, but for tonight he can fully devote and worship the Maverick. And he does, in the way the moans slip from his lips, as he indulges each demand given without a snarky or bratty response (where would he find the time or words with such a perfectly brutal pace, anyway?).
The echo is met with the low hum and pant of a moan, “[say]yes, just— just like that[/say]”, a nod of his head that sends his antlers digging deeper into the furs, before Danta’s lips collide with his and stifle anything else he might have wanted to say (long forgotten in the span of seconds) as he surges into him. Shifting to help Danta better position himself, it’s with a moan that bursts from his throat poured into Danta’s mouth that he increases the pace on his length, self indulgent in how the electricity sparks and shudders through him to bring him to the brink. All it takes is a bit more force, a bit more of nosing his face up against Danta’s a touch harder to scrape a sharp tooth against the Mavericks lip (or his own, he isn’t paying that much attention to be honest), for the shock of iron to course through his senses and forcefully push him over that edge.
He grinds down sharply against Danta’s hips, driving the Maverick deeper as the tension breaks within him, parting from the kiss enough that the sounds that leave his lips seem likely to be the sharp, gravely sound of Dantalion’s name and the brief curses of his pleasure, his orgasm bursting through him in a sticky mess that drives up between them and leaves him absolutely breathless as he seeks out Danta’s lips to claim another all consuming kiss.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
While Asta might feel the collision of the past and present in the chaos of these next few moments, this place, these walls and the utter submission of the man beneath him all but brands itself into Danta's memory. Feeling the wildfire of his impending climax light a fuse at the base of his spine, his lips part against Asta's and he's not sure either whose blood makes it taste so sweet. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he hisses, drawing back just enough to hear the praise that sings from the butcher's lips at the moment he loses himself to ecstasy - a sound that ensures the Maverick isn't far behind.
With his muscles screaming with exertion, it takes only a few more punishing thrusts before Danta fills his lover one final time with a broken moan and the sound of tearing fabric, likely from a combination of Asta's obsidian horns and his own fingers in the sheets. The breath he tries to catch is stolen entirely by the other man's lips, and each cresting wave of pleasure is made static and blurring at the edges as his lungs beg for reprieve.
Pulling back just enough to let his head drop against the crook of Asta's neck, the Maverick is left panting hard, sinking his weight fully atop the other man despite how they'll likely need to shower after this as a result. [say]"Gods,"[/say] he whispers, the sound barely making it past his lips, his limbs already feeling leaden and uncooperative. [say]"Gods, Asta..."[/say]
RE: when you're close to me - Astaroth - 04-05-2025
It’s as beautiful as it is destructive – Danta drawn back as the butcher loses himself in the mixture of his rising pleasure and the blood that paints their lips in a smeared and messy dark hue. He rides out the lingering pleasure with Danta’s thrusts, shivering toward the end between the brief bouts of overstimulation – enough that his arms wind around Danta tightly, possessively, utterly devoted by the time he sinks down onto him and presses his head into the crook of his neck. His head tilts slightly over to press against the diamond horns, panting to try and catch his breaths.
“[say]Danta..[/say]” Asta hums in turn, a quiet whisper of his own, hoarse from a raw throat – though he wouldn’t have it any other way. His arms remain tight around him, hugging him close as if by sheer hope they could press together enough to become one. It’s in this haze of post-orgasm bliss that the butcher tilts his head to press a kiss to his temple and murmurs against a jeweled ear. “[say]I love you.[/say]” Comes the soft hum, though no less full of complete affection and adoration.
The shower could come far later, as far as Asta's concerned.
RE: when you're close to me - Dantalion - 04-05-2025
[say]"I love you too."[/say] There's no swagger or wit to Danta's response, the words all but mumbled into Asta's neck, and he melts readily into the butcher's tight embrace as if that feeling alone might burn away any others. Pleasantly exhausted and still a little overstimulated he might be, but it doesn't make his response any less true or sincere. [say]"Dygra help me, but I really do."[/say]
Kissing a line of gentle kisses up along Asta's throat until he can nose against his cheek, Danta finally releases his grip on the blankets so he might tease featherlight fingers through the butcher's hair, his other hand reaching up to dance against bronzed and star flecked skin. [say]"We spent so much time hating each other. What a waste,"[/say] he mutters, not trying to fight against the way his eyes try to close.
[say]"Though I suppose we have the fun of making up for it now, mm?"[/say]