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RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-09-2025
It’s a battle without all the heat of Leafchange but with the added sweet and tenderness that they haven’t really had that much time to indulge in. So alongside Danta’s laugh, the butcher’s own is a soft breathy one, amused and unable to hide the way the smile presses into the kiss, the way he kicks out of the rest of his clothes to whatever pile it’s fallen into as well.
His fingers continue to distract and tease at the nape of his lover’s neck, humming a low rumble of a sound into the kiss just before they part, a keening sound as though he needs the air. He’d happily drown in his kiss, though, panting as he peers up at his lover with his glittering, dark gaze. Danta’s are a sparkling blue of mischief and the butcher finds that he can’t wait to let him indulge himself, brushing his nose back against the Maverick’s as his arms wind around him more fully.
He spies the awe in his expression, however brief it lasts before he’s surging forth in another claiming kiss. Asta can’t help but to moan into it, his leg easily hooking around his leg with the encouragement. His kiss grows a touch greedier, fingertips a bit more possessive in the sharp press of dull fingernails across his back.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-09-2025
Softly gasping against the sudden friction between them as Asta complies with his wishes, and feeling every nerve catch fire with the nails carving blunt pathways across his back and shoulders, it's a wonder that Danta doesn't lose his composure entirely in that moment. One of his hands clutches at the sheets beneath them as if to remind himself to behave, his tail curling tightly around Asta's calf, and his tongue flicks against one of the butcher's sharp fangs - not enough to draw blood, but to encourage it if it's what the other man wants and needs.
As for what Danta needs, his arousal is utterly impossible to ignore by now, and being positioned so deliciously between the butcher's thighs is not helping matters. [say]"I've wanted to do this before we even left the room earlier,"[/say] he admits, voice rough in its confession, and he doesn't try to hide the wicked smile in it. Still, as he shifts to adjust himself against Asta, there's something deliberate in every movement, despite the hard length of his cock twitching impatiently between them.
[say]"Fuck, I want you."[/say] Said almost like an apology, the words taper off into a gruff moan as he finally loses his fight with himself, hips driving forward in a slow thrust to enter the other man.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-09-2025
The feel of Danta’s tail curling around his calf has him shivering with delight, but with his glamour up and the absence of his horns and tail, it allows him to not worry about the sheets and blankets beneath him. Danta’s tongue flicks against his sharpened tooth, and while he doesn’t really need it right now, he’s selfish and craves it. He bites down a touch, careful and cautious despite the intensity of their kiss, and with the iron that blooms it sparks all the heat like a shark.
His hips twitch unhelpfully where he’s pinned beneath Danta’s body – indulging in the weight of him when he hears the admission and the hard edges of his voice. “[say]Was it from watching me all night?[/say]” He wonders breathily, playfully, distracting temporarily for the mere fun of it. “[say]Where would you have taken me?[/say]” He growls playfully, pressed back in the blankets and furs and sheets to peer up at his lover with a coy look and a sharp smirk as he adjusts himself.
It's a look that fades almost immediately with the way Danta loses his battle. He sinks into him and Asta’s moan is entirely unhidden, loud and greedy, nails digging into his lover’s back as his leg hooks tighter, encouraging him to drive deeper. He aches for more, the heat of his arousal has him hard and the warm, reddish flush patching along his hips and shoulders and neck with anticipation. “[say]More.[/say]” Comes the request, in a tone surprisingly not a demand as it otherwise would be.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-09-2025
Danta doesn't even remember when his glamour dropped, and if asked he won't have even realised as much - especially not now that the tang of copper has invaded the air and he has the overwhelming feel of Asta all around him. Panting softly and fighting not to simply fuck them both to climax and be done with it, the Maverick forces himself to slow, to enjoy this for everything it is.
[say]"Watching you with all those other people, yeah,"[/say] he whispers, the words hushed against the side of the other man's neck as his hips flex to drive him in a second time, harder and deeper now. Lost for a moment in the pleasure of it - not to mention the imagery that dances behind his eyes in response to Asta's question - Danta huffs out a laugh and adjusts enough to get his knees beneath him.
[say]"Behind the bar where everyone could see, of course,"[/say] he growls, thrusting in earnest now and grasping at Asta's hip where his leg is anchor around him. [say]"I'd keep the muzzle on for show, too."[/say]
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-09-2025
It’s indulgent, the way Danta overwhelms him, the taste of the metallic tang on his tongue, the feel of the Maverick driving into him. He’s silently grateful for the way Danta doesn’t rush this, though, soaking up the attention and the feel of him everywhere. It’s with a huff of a sound with each thrust that the butcher’s hands slip up his lover’s back to caress the back of his head, the nape of his neck, a hand flattening against his back in between his shoulder blades. “[say]The one that grabbed me?[/say]” He asks, feeling especially poignant to make the point to her in particular for the audacity.
If it were up to him, she’d be missing her hand. But he’d promised to do his best at the dare to be Danta for the night and he thinks he’s succeeded.
His arms loosen with more sounds escaping him, arching his back against the sheets as his lover sparks more and more sensation, the words grating against the grind of his hips to create an even more disorientingly wonderful spark as he gasps. “[say]Gods -- they would be envious.[/say]” The butcher purrs as he arcs against the blonde, driving him deeper but also offering some additional friction to his own cock.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-10-2025
[say]"Mm, I'd make sure I looked her in the eye while I fucked you,"[/say] Danta purrs, a wicked smile on his lips that Asta will feel against his throat. [say]"Next time you're down there dressed as yourself, she won't know what to do."[/say] He knows what she'll want to do, though, and it's a very similar tableau to the one playing out right now. Anything further he might want to say on the matter is lost in the anchoring fingers in his hair and the touch trickling fire between his shoulders, Danta stiflling a moan in the crook of Asta's neck and grasping him suddenly closer.
The butcher isn't renowned for being vocal (not compared to the Maverick), and so the sound of his enjoyment has a fresh thrill of arousal crackling low in Danta's belly, one of his hands slipping beneath Asta's lower back as if to further support the arch of his body. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he pants. [say]"Keep this up and I don't know how you expect me to last--"[/say]
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-10-2025
It sounds like a threat as it leaves Danta’s lips, and it sparks a rumble of “[say]ha,[/say]” that’s broken up by the sharp inhale of breath he takes in. He feels the smile against his throat, dangerous and daring, and it makes the sparks of desire within him burst into an inferno. His hands roam along his lovers skin and in his hair, utilizing it as a distraction to not come undone so quickly.
He’s pulled closer and it doesn’t stifle the encouraging sounds pouring from his lips. Maybe he’s really trying to portray Danta in the best way? Or maybe he’s simply too tired with Deepfrost to keep up the usual quieter tendencies. Either way, the support to the arch of his back as his leg curving up more against the Maverick’s, aiming to help drive him more in a way that sparks that friction against his length.
“[say]Oh?[/say]” Comes the heady purr, the slight roll of his hips to match Danta’s as if daring him to cum. “[say]I can serenade you more if that’s all it takes..[/say]” He purrs, tilting his head to press a sloppy kiss to his lover’s jeweled ear.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-10-2025
[say]"Just you being here is all it takes and you know it,"[/say] Danta hisses through a strained laugh, his tail squeezing around Asta's leg as he fights to keep hold of his composure; a fight he's rapidly beginning to lose, for the record. Usually the one happily pinned into the sheets by now, Danta doesn't have nearly as much scope for shenanigans, and as the butcher's hands continue to tease and worship him in equal measure, it's about all he can do not to succumb to the chaos of it entirely.
Instead, clenching his jaw hard and feeling the taste of copper flood his mouth (accidentally this time, as it happens), he forces himself back just enough to free one of his hands, reaching between them to grasp the hard, throbbing length of Asta's arousal. [say]"Serenade me more, then,"[/say] he whispers, blue eyes overbright with his mounting pleasure, voice as rough and wicked as his strokes to the other man's cock.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-10-2025
“[say]Mm, don’t I..[/say]” He growls out the dark, husky sound, continuing to wind himself around his lover as much as he’s able to from where he’s very happily pinned into the sheets and furs. Without the horns to snag and pierce the blankets, he can burrow himself into the bed to angle himself just right to wherever the Maverick wants him to be. But it’s the sharp tang of iron that floods his senses that has him tilting his head back into the blankets, raven hair spilling out like a halo, exposing the broad expanse of his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the quick swallow and the vibration of his serenade.
One that only grows louder as Danta gives some very much needed attention to his aching cock, and it’s as though a jolt of lightning blindsides him with the wickedness of the blonde’s stroking hand. He aches and throbs and the inferno blossoms brighter, swallowing up anything else he might be feeling including the exhaustion tugging at him, blotting it out to let the moans and growls punctuate from him louder, especially for Danta’s ears (but sure that anyone outside nearby would be able to tell too). “[say]Gods, Danta—[/say]” He’s cut off as he arcs into the touch, the tether snapping within him in absolute bliss and lightweightedness as he cums.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-10-2025
The sight of Asta like this will be burned into Danta's mind for days afterwards, appearing whenever he closes his eyes or tries to concentrate or even glances towards the butcher from a certain angle. It's already enough to be his undoing without the overwhelming feel of him all around, and as his back arches and the Maverick's name hits the air, all honeyed need and utter devotion, fuck, he's lost.
It's sheer luck that stops the arm braced against the bed from buckling, Danta's bicep trembling with the effort as he cums, thrusting hard and deep with each intense pulse of pleasure until the screaming of his lungs reminds him that he also needs to breathe. Panting hard and lowering himself almost without choice to blanket the other man, his forehead pressed to Asta's scarred shoulder, his low laughter spills out as an exhausted sigh.
He doesn't speak just yet - doesn't need to, his tail slowly unravelling from Asta's calf to curl lazily across the blankets, his pulse hammering a metronome through his mind.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-10-2025
It’s a curse (or blessing) that will go both ways; Danta envisioning this moment when he catches the sidelong glances, while Asta gets the beautiful view of Danta and his chaos and golden crown of hair slicked back against the rainbow cut of his horns. It’s stunning, mouth watering, and he’s lucky he’s already indulging in him.
They worship each other, even as the bliss makes him feel heavy, has him panting to try and catch his breath by the time Danta’s sunk down onto his chest, his hands softening to thread and tug lazily through the slicked back blonde. His laugh is infectious, reverberating in the tired hum of Asta’s own laughter before the butcher finds the willingness within him to bully his way into stealing a slow and long kiss.
One hand smooths down his back over scars and the juts of bone alike while the other cups his jaw and neck, long slender fingers soaking in the steady thump of his heartbeat. And when he pulls away when his lungs scream, it’s a breathy, hazy, nearly high dazed hum of “[say]I love you,[/say]” that leaves his lips.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-10-2025
Danta manages to sip in one more breath before he willingly surrenders to the butcher's kiss, letting his mind swim with it, and he's chasing the other man's lips even when they part for a gasp of air, as though he might be able to get more of him somehow. Instead, blessedly, he lets himself relax enough to do little more than exist in Asta's arms for a few moments, body shifting in response to the warm fingers that skate down his back and brush across the curve of his jaw. He's drunk on it, every touch like fire against his skin, and the sound of the butcher's voice is simultaneously distant and perfectly, endlessly close.
[say]"I love you too,"[/say] he whispers in response, letting his head drop to press his forehead to the other man's sternum, taking another few seconds to collect himself in the wake of their combined bliss. [say]"Fuck, I love you,"[/say] he adds with a breathless laugh, like saying it wasn't enough the first time.
Only when he can trust his own body to hold his weight does he shift enough to roll to the side, swatting a hand out for a box of tissues on the bedside table to clean up. [say]"I don't know about you,"[/say] he says, [say]"but I think we have earned a nap after that."[/say]
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-10-2025
He’s glad that Danta lets himself surrender into his touch – craving the closeness and attention, the way he wants to feel each and every inch of him even if his tail abandons his leg to sweep across the blankets and furs of the bed. He pants to try and catch his breath once the kiss breaks, whispered against his lips before Danta’s pressing his forehead to his chest and Asta tilts his head up to not get his face scratched by the sharp prongs of Danta’s rainbow spiked horns. “[say]I love you too.[/say]” He says with a laugh, agreeing as if the first time wasn’t enough.
He holds him and caresses him, granting him all of the attention he can muster as sleep tries to overtake him when he feels Danta move – a possessiveness having his arms twitch to keep him close before he surrenders – because it isn’t like the Maverick is going far away. He concedes for him to grab the tissues to clean up and helps where he can, before he’s tugging Danta with him to get under the blankets. “[say]You do not have to suggest it twice.[/say]” He informs him a touch eagerly for the calling of the bed and his overwhelming exhaustion now. “[say]Let me hold you, darling.[/say]” It sounds like a request but it’s anything but – a silent demand edged with a quiet neediness.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-10-2025
[say]"I didn't think I would,"[/say] Danta says with a fanged grin, granting himself a mighty stretch that has his tail curling further with the effort, before he's relaxing and finding himself corralled beneath the blankets. [say]"Mm, how could I say no?"[/say] he purrs; with a shiver, he draws his glamour up once again, if only so he might properly collapse into the butcher's arms.
Relaxing against Asta's chest and tucking his head against the crook of his neck, Danta's lips remain against the other man's throat in a silent kiss, one that tickles to life when he speaks. [say]"Gods, this my favourite place to be."[/say] It's barely a whisper, an admission almost made entirely to himself, but as his arms loop around Asta's waist to keep him close, there's no denying it.