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RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-02-2025
“[say]Ah, I shall have to try harder.[/say]” From this angle, the way he’s flattened against the bed and the Maverick both, the shadows spill from the etched scars on his back, even as he shifts a touch to indulge in the kiss pressed to his cheek. His tail starts to wag slightly, the ashen spaded tip sweeping back and forth against the sheets.
And while otherwise every option Danta lists out would be a dream come true, the butcher finds them particularly boring, which admittedly is just as shocking to him as it would be if he uttered it aloud for the blonde Ancient to hear. So instead, his shoulders hitch upward a touch as a shiver races down his spine with the feel of his fingers brushing between his shoulders, while the butcher draws stuttered, distracted designs against Danta’s skin.
His head tilts to press another kiss, this time to Danta’s collarbone as he slips one arm out to slide up his chest to his cheek, cupping it gently. “[say]Perhaps. The only issue is that I have forgotten what it was I was supposed to do. And now, it feels as though it matters very little.[/say]” His lips press against Danta’s chest when he speaks, before he’s propping his head up again, stroking his thumb along the blonde’s jaw. Propping himself up shortly after, he half hovers over Danta’s torso, honey dark eyes still warm as he takes him in, drifting up to his face. “[say]Gods, you are stunning.[/say]”
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-02-2025
[say]"Perish the thought,"[/say]" Danta whispers, a fiendish slant to his smile; there's already one menace in the bed and it's him, so gods know what will happen if Asta jumps on the bandwagon. (And if only he knew what the rest of the season might hold, mm?) [say]"Ah, I can see why that would be a bit troubling,"[/say] he agrees of the nature of forgetting to remember something forgotten, though as the butcher continues to litter him with affections, Danta can't help but feel like Asta can't be too troubled about it all.
Grinning at the wag of an ashen tail and the shiver that runs down the other man's spine, he settles deeper into the comfort of the pillows when Asta shifts to hover over him once again. The sudden compliment is enough to startle a flush to his cheeks, Danta huffing out a quiet, surprised laugh and leaning into the hand that cups his jaw. [say]"You're not bad yourself,"[/say] he mumbles, the words a little gruffer than he'd like, his head turning to nibble against the inside of the other man's wrist, following it up with a soft kiss better.
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-02-2025
Oh, he’s in for a surprise the second they get out of this room. The muzzle collecting dust in their nightstand will soon likely have to make an appearance again. But the butcher’s thoughts on the matter are far from his front and center, especially when he has Danta right where he wants him — and doesn’t have to fight off customers that are a litttttttle too friendly.
He picks up the splotch of red that blooms across Danta’s cheek, the gruff mumble one that has the butcher leaning a bit closer, watching as his lover’s lips press a kiss to the inside of his wrist after the playful nibbling, pressed up against a portion of his arm that boasts the braided crow charm and the pale line of scarring from the cuffs he’d been restrained with all those years ago.
And for all of it, his eyes are only on Danta’s face, the way the muted light he allows in spills against his hair and horns, sparking a rainbow prismatic effect in the interior of their den, almost as if the forest prince vibe he’d had before just hadn’t quite left. The compliment to himself in turn is one that sparks a small but still sharp smile, even as he drops another series of kisses to Danta’s sternum, brushing his nose against the center of his chest as he peers back up again. “[say]What an atrocity for everyone else who cannot indulge in us, mm?[/say]” He purrs, tail still weaving through in lazy lines. “[say]Yet how lucky I am to have you allllll to myself.[/say]” His accent drapes over the words thicker, that near grittier Whitebrim tone escaping without his notice.
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-02-2025
If Danta didn't know better - and he should - he'd suspect that Asta was trying to tease his way back into the pants he isn't wearing, the Maverick reaching out to brush a stray, dark curl from the butcher's face, tucking it back behind his horns. [say]"I mean, there's nothing stopping us from taking today downstairs to one of our favourite booths,"[/say] he says with a mischievous raise of his eyebrows.
[say]"We can always close the curtains too, if people get a little too excited at indulging in us."[/say] Laughing softly enough not to disturb the kisses Asta is busy leaving against his chest, Danta's thumb grazes across the other man's cheek. [say]"You'd have me to yourself no matter how many eyes were on us,"[/say] he assures him. [say]"They can look all they like, but they can't touch."[/say]
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-02-2025
Oh, he absolutely might be, if his restlessness is any indication. But being Danta’s main focus is one that Astaroth is overjoyed at being right this second, and he practically preens under the way his Theocrat tucks his hair in behind his horn. And that’s precisely where the excitement and indulgence ends. The switch isn’t an immediate flare of wrongness, instead it’s almost contemplative in its mannerisms.
His tail slows its wagging, his kisses slowing until his chin is resting back against Danta’s chest, his thumb pausing in its gentle stroke against his jaw. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s a calm that, unfortunately despite the attempts to try and change how he’s been, is very indicative of Astaroth’s compartmentalizing.
A heartbeat passes, then another in that idle pause, before he’s finally breaking the silence and moving back into Danta’s space, hand growing more steady against his jaw. “[say]No.[/say]” As much as he’d found he did like that idea in other seasons, today has him immediately raising his hackles with the idea. “[say]As much as that sounds lovely, darling, I am fairly certain that I will rightfully cause a scene.[/say]” There’s a glint to his smile that he shoots up at him, a glimmer in the honey of his eyes that nearly screams a possessiveness of a hunt, similar to if he goes too long between his bloodlusts.
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-02-2025
It's the silence above all that has Danta raising a slow eyebrow, his thumb brushing again across Asta's cheek in a gentle stroke, as if to bring him back from wherever he might have gone. When he does finally speak, the abrupt No is so at odds with the butcher's usually flowery way of speaking that the Maverick can't not let out a quiet laugh, though it soon fades as Asta presses more steadily into his space.
And he's serious about it, the Maverick realises, his amusement warping into something contemplative, something that wants to be concerned but can't find the heart to be, not with Asta stretched across him as happy(?) and healthy as he's ever been. [say]"Alright,"[/say] he says, his voice pitched low and steady, his fingers tangling loosely in Asta's hair. [say]"We'll stay right here then, just you and me."[/say]
With the hope that whatever strangeness that has possessed his lover has burned itself out of his system by tomorrow, Danta leans in and simultaneously draws Asta up for a kiss to seal the deal. It doesn't feel like an argument, exactly, but he certainly feels as if he's somehow upset the other man, and he's understandably keen to make up for it.
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-02-2025
He hears the quiet laugh and also hears it fade with the seriousness that lingers in the butcher’s tone. As much as he’d like to play along and pretend, there’s a very real and sudden threat that blooms in the crevices of his mind, ones that have him immediately on edge in a way that even he knows he’s not capable of handling without making it worse.
So he indulges in the touch, relaxing with the agreement enough to surge up further as he’s guided into the kiss - one that feels strangely apologetic. The kind of slow, tender, careful kiss that ended arguments. To which, the butcher’s kiss is full of fire, of his cockiness and arrogance and confidence that he has the Maverick all to himself. It’s an apologetic kiss that’s met with the fire that comes from greed and neediness, who’s fingers point to everything but being upset.
So he withdraws, blanketing Danta as his hand curves up the side of his lover’s face into his gilded hair, his nose brushing against his cheek, panting lightly from the prolonged kiss. “[say]Just you and I, my love.[/say]” He purrs the sound, sharp teeth nipping at his lower lip as he aims for another brief kiss. “[say]At least for today. Perhaps tomorrow shall be better for me.[/say]” Little do they both know, the intensity of which the butcher woke up will only become commonplace for the rest of the season.
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-04-2025
Humming against the unexpected warmth and passion he feels in Asta's returning kiss, Danta finds himself more relieved than anything else, moulding himself around the other man and hooking a leg around his waist as he sinks atop him once more.
[say]"Mm, maybe it will. And if it isn't, I'll put you to work carving a 'do not disturb' sign for outside our door. You can make it out of one of your skulls up on the mezzanine."[/say] Grinning and leaning into every touch like it's something reverent, the Maverick reaches out for one of the sheets to drag it over them.
Asta might not be tired, but if he wants to be restless then he can at least do it while comfortable, and Danta nips right back at the teeth that graze his lower lip. [say]"Is there anything I can do to help?"[/say] he wonders, on the off chance.
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-04-2025
He can feel the moment Danta’s tension melts under his touch and kiss and it’s the boon that Asta really needs to know that he hadn’t worried the Maverick too much with the sudden denial. The leg hooked around his waist is warm and the butcher slots in perfectly against his lover with a press of a kiss to his jaw, carding his fingers through his hair and around the prismatic diamond horns. “[say]Ooh, how grotesque. I approve.[/say]” Comes the vibrating mumble against the other Ancient’s jaw.
Shifting only slightly to let him drag the sheets up and over them, he wraps an arm around Danta’s shoulders again before he nods. “[say]There is, in fact.[/say]” A way for him to sate his restlessness even as Danta nips back at him in a playful retaliation. The butcher withdraws enough to let his dark gaze smolder with heat again, the same from when they’d woken, but not quite fully deadened by their wake up. “[say]Another attempt at tiring me out, perhaps?[/say]” A suggestion marked with a crooked smile on his lips, voice dropping again into that rugged Whitebrim purr.
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-05-2025
[say]"Yes, I thought you might,"[/say] Danta grins, tilting his head into the fingers sweeping through his hair. [say]"And it might give your restless hands something interesting to do."[/say] As he's about to discover, though, Asta already has a few suggestions of his own when it comes to expending the nervous energy still thrumming through his body, and as the butcher shifts to coil himself further around his body, the Maverick can almost sense what's coming before he ever catches the look on his lover's face.
Raising his eyebrows, part surprise but mostly delight, to hear him confirm as much in his words, Danta cocks a sly smile towards Asta and leans in to take a slow, lusty kiss from his lips; the sort that has heat starting to pool low in his belly and begs for the butcher's hands to be all over him. [say]"It would be my pleasure,"[/say] he purrs against the corner of his mouth, running his hands down the length of the other man's spine and shifting his hips teasingly.
[say]"Far be it for me to waste an opportunity for a morning like that, mm?"[/say]
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-05-2025
“[say]Alas, if only I could sit still.[/say]” Asta hums, so dramatically that it’s an indicator that despite the strangeness he feels this morning, he’s still him, and still okay. So as he curls up against his lover’s body, makes his suggestion, and is met with a sly smile and a devilishly sweet and long kiss, the butcher presses in back with a feverishly warm desire blossoming once again.
He easily drags his hands along the other Ancient’s sides, slow smoothing strokes that scream of possession and desire, nosing his way in against his neck to claim more kisses even as Danta shifts his hips teasingly. It sparks a low rumble from the butcher’s throat, the light scratch of a nip of too sharp teeth against the Maverick’s shoulder. “[say]I did not think you would complain.[/say]” He purrs, shifting to focus up on his lover and snatch another long, simmering kiss as he drags his hands down his sides, down to the curve of his hips and to his legs that the butcher works on fitting himself between.
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-05-2025
[say]"It's alright - maybe you'll be able to focus a little better after some exercise,"[/say] Danta says with a grin that's soon snatched away by another kiss. Moaning softly against Asta's lips and shifting wherever needed for the butcher to situate himself however he likes, his fingers find themselves tangling in the back of his dark hair quite of their own accord, and by the time he draws away, panting, complaining is the very last thing on his mind.
[say]"You ought to be careful. I could start getting used to this,"[/say] Danta warns, his free hand reaching out to playfully grab at his lover's ass, giving it a generous squeeze. [say]"And don't get me wrong, I applaud your efforts this morning and then some, but I'll challenge you to keep up with me."[/say] He winks. Little does he know he might be eating those words soon enough.
RE: the holy blade - Astaroth - 07-05-2025
Maybe, or maybe he’d finally relax enough to go back to sleep and be able to wake up refreshed enough to be able to focus on it? Only time would tell, though, as the butcher dives into the kiss, relishing in the sensation of Danta’s fingers threading through his dark hair. He breaks away from the kiss when they both need air, shivering with a husky laugh to feel the squeeze of his ass. His tail slips up, curling around the other Ancient’s thigh, tugging playfully as the butcher’s lust dark gaze tracks his lover’s face.
“[say]Oh, darling, you know how I love a challenge.[/say]” He purrs, invading his space, shoulders leaking shadows in small waves. He draws up just enough to reach up and caress his lover’s jaw with calloused fingers, stroking along his skin before dragging down his neck to the hollow of his throat, in a low line that sparks with embers as he trails them lower and lover down his chest to his stomach and further toward their cocks. “[say]What shall the reward be for the winner?[/say]”
RE: the holy blade - Dantalion - 07-05-2025
Letting out a quiet laugh at the squeeze of a tail around his thigh, Danta's grip tightens in Asta's hair in response, and he tips his head back to let the other man's fingers caress the sharp jut of his jaw and trickle down his neck. [say]"Don't I just,"[/say] he agrees, simultaneously enjoying their playful banter but also wanting to feel the butcher's bruising weight all over him, his breath stuttering as Asta's touch drifts further south and Danta realises its destination.
[say]"A reward other than more of this?"[/say] he asks, voice low with restraint, a wicked smile playing across his lips. [say]"Tell you what - you manage to tire me out, and I'll dress up all respectable for you and we'll go out to dinner. Real dinner - with the fancy cutlery and everything. You can teach me what all the forks are for."[/say]