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RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-20-2024
Feeling the other man ghost up behind him, Danta glances momentarily over his shoulder and pauses in his tearing into the box. Only once he's sure Asta has the view he wants does the Maverick resume proceedings, until he's lifting the glittering mask from the box and turning it this way and that against the firelight. Letting out a soft whistle, Danta lowers it only so he might turn to properly face the other man. [say]"Oh to have been a fly on the wall while they were measuring you up for this,"[/say] he purrs.
It's a shame he couldn't have seen it, but perhaps the next time Asta visits the tailor, he'll have to tag along. Especially if he's secretly ordering things like this. [say]"I think you'll need to show me how you put this on,"[/say] he says, blue eyes glittering with dark amusement. [say]"I also think you making yourself a muzzle and me a neck guard is quite ironic, all things considered. But I do like it."[/say]
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-20-2024
His dark honeyed gaze lightens with a hint of mischief and amusement as Danta’s whistle fills the air. “[say]I am sure you would have had a wonderful time.[/say]” He hums, remaining a tall shadow of the blonde as he turns in front of him, his gaze taking in the firelight as it dances from the metallic mask and the Maverick’s face.
“[say]It would be my pleasure.[/say]” Trading wine glass for muzzle, Astaroth first pushes back his dark hair, sweeping it back from his shoulders opening it up to start to slip it on over his nose and jaw, caging the too sharp grin behind glittering silver. “[say]My chaos is different than your antics of being a menace. And so, I specifically chose them as a this or that.[/say]” Slipping it fully around his mouth now, he clasps it behind, over and under his ears. It sits nicely, if not a touch gothic in its design as it cages in his grin, but it does allow him to talk.
And snap his jaw, evident with the click of his teeth as he shows off the design with a playful wink and the curling of his tail around Danta’s leg. “[say]And perhaps I simply appreciate the idea of being the “big spoon” again.[/say]”
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-20-2024
[say]"Of course you did,"[/say] Danta drawls, accepting the trade and sipping the last of the wine from the glass as Asta demonstrates how to get in and out of the muzzle he's fashioned for himself. It's subtle, but of course the Maverick is also watching carefully to see how he does it, blue eyes curious as he leans in a fraction, checking how it all fits together. [say]"And you're quite certain metal will be comfortable to sleep in, opposed to some nice leather?"[/say] He grins.
Leather would work, he thinks, but they also might need a new one every couple of seasons when Asta inevitably bites through it.
Tugged forward, both by the snap of teeth and the curl of a tail, Danta's interest doesn't fade even as his hands come up to press gently against Asta's chest. [say]"Mm, you do like to be in control that way,"[/say] he agrees.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-20-2024
“[say]We did a few different fittings to ensure it would be comfortable enough.[/say]” He says, vocally waving away the concerns easily, even with the addition of a gesture of his hand. The only downside to wearing it is the way it ruffles his hair, letting a few dark strands fall forward, letting Danta lean in to check and see how it fits and is secured. “[say]Leather seems fine in theory, until it snaps. Or I burn it off.[/say]” He hums, raising a dark brow as he gladly lets the Maverick invade his space in turn.
As Danta’s hands press against his chest, pushing against the smooth and soft fabric of the waistcoat, his arms lift to wind around Danta’s middle, keeping him close as he leans in to nuzzle against his cheek and neck, the metal cold at first where it presses against the blonde’s pale neck. “[say]I do like the control.[/say]” He agrees, pressing in a touch harder to let the cold metal leave little pale lines into his skin. It doesn’t leave them in his face, at least, a majority of the mask covering where his beard sits. “[say]And this prevents me from waking up with my teeth in your throat.[/say]” It’s a purred threat, made markedly less threatening with the metallic muzzle.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-21-2024
[say]"I don't know - I reckon with enough provocation you could melt the metal on this, too,"[/say] Danta drawls, grinning up at the other man and tilting his head to enjoy the glint of firelight off the intricate pieces of the contraption. For the Maverick's part, too, he quite enjoys the way it ruffles Asta's hair, subtly ruining the impression of a picture perfect gentleman that he likes to make. And as the other man leans in, of course Danta gives him the space to do so, tilting his head and shivering just a little at the cold press of steel against his throat.
One of his hands spiders out and against the butcher's chest, the other slipping up and into dark, silken hair, aiming to feel the clasps of the muzzle and the way it fits just so in a perfect cage around Asta's jaws. [say]"As long as you promise to still put your teeth in my throat when I ask for it,"[/say] he teases, shifting enough to glance at the other man properly. [say]"Shame you can't do this, either."[/say] Leaning in, of course Danta presses a chaste kiss to the muzzle where the butcher's lips ought to be, instead meeting only cool metal.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-21-2024
Humming a soft note, the butcher’s head nods slightly. “[say]Let us hope there isn’t enough provocation.[/say]” Astaroth murmurs softly, lips still caged in so they can’t press against the soft pale column of the other man’s neck, but at least the cool metal sparks the goosebumps he hopes his lips might have caused had he the chance.
His chest is warm beneath Danta’s spidering hand and he gladly accepts the comfortable touch of the blonde’s hand as it slips up into his now messy hair. Danta would feel the clasps, the metal buckles tucked into dark hair, fitted perfectly to sit around his face. “[say]I promise, darling.[/say]” Comes the vow, pulling back from nosing his way into Danta’s neck to be greeted with a one sided kiss.
“[say]Mm, well, it’s only for sleeping and ensuring that I don’t rip your throat out.[/say]” Tilting his head so that Danta’s fingers could start to undo the clasps, the grin remains on display. “[say]Which, at the present moment, I am both not sleeping and sated.[/say]” In terms of his bloodlust. It won’t last long, but having just recently taken the edge off, he’s calm, cool, and collected, even if faced with the spark of blood.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-21-2024
Or let's hope there is, Danta almost says, and his fanged smile is enough to suggest it even if the words don't leave his lips. His fingers find the buckles easily enough, caressing across them and teasing them open, even as Asta's head tilts to make the process go more smoothly. [say]"Good,"[/say] he purrs; it's to the promise, to the other man's bloodlust being sated, to all of it. The first clasp comes free, and Danta's other hand slips up to support the muzzle whilst he unbuckles the rest.
Soon enough he's able to slip the silver cage away from Asta's face, setting it gently on the table where the boxes and the empty wine glass still sit before letting his fingers smooth through the butcher's hair as if to ensure it's perfectly back in place before he fusses. [say]"I have never looked forward to sleeping more,"[/say] he remarks with a crooked smile, letting his touch slip around to brush across Asta's jaw, guiding him down and into the kiss Danta had intended only moments earlier.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-21-2024
If there is, Danta can pay for the next one — given that this contraption perfectly melded and molded for his face was not a cheap item. For now, though, it is safe and everything he had hoped it to be, even as Danta’s fingers begin to unclasp the metal cage from his jaws. The first clasp comes free, loosening the tight hold it had against the bridge of his nose. The second releases it from his bronze skin, mourning the momentary loss of the hand against his chest as it’s pulled away from his face.
But then, once it’s set down, those warm hands are plunging through the dark strands of his hair and his tail tightens against the other man’s leg as a shiver races down his spine. “[say]Hopefully not too soon.[/say]” He purrs softly, a warm break raking across the Maverick’s lips before he’s sinking into the kiss. It’s a much needed one, greedy and content as his arms wind around the shorter Ancient’s middle, pulling him close and tight.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-21-2024
[say]"I could be persuaded to stay awake,"[/say] Danta decides, before his words and his breath are both stolen by the other man's lips. It feels like any other kiss at first, greedy and full of heat though it might be, but almost without realising it, the Maverick presses himself closer until he's flush against the butcher, his fingers tangling gently in the back of his hair. He parts just enough to sip in some air before his lips are on Asta's again, gentle now as if they've got all the time in the world.
Danta doesn't realise that he's started to walk them back towards the bed, not until he's almost tripping over Asta to land atop him when the mattress inevitably hits the back of the butcher's legs. Huffing out a laugh and shifting just enough to peer down at the other man, he can only offer him an apologetic smile before his kisses migrate down to his throat and collarbones. He's got to unbutton Asta's waistcoat and shirt to get there - what a shame - but soon enough the expanse of scarred skin is bare to his lips, and he makes sure to make the most of it.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-21-2024
“[say]Is that so?[/say]” Asta hums breathlessly, a brief second before he takes his own breath as Danta’s lips meet his again, a slow and steady kiss that has him suddenly not wanting to rush anything. His arms remain just as tight around the blonde even as he starts to walk them back, and there’s a moment of stubborn hesitation initially before he gives in.
Walking backward until the mattress meets the backs of his legs, he slips a little as he stumbles a little, plopping back onto the bed amongst the furs and blankets, huffing a light laugh as he grins a shark toothed smile up at the Theocrat. It’s a laugh that intertwines with the golden threads of Danta’s own, before his hands slide to his sides, tail unwinding from the blonde but remaining close to stroke along his side.
“[say]Is today one of the days you wish to have my teeth in your throat?[/say]” He asks with a touch of amusement. His chin tilts up, a soft breath shakily escaping him as he makes no move to help Danta unbutton his shirt and waistcoat the rest of the way, letting the goosebumps rise along his skin with the warm path of kisses along his jaw and collarbones. The scars creep up, raised heavily in a patchwork for Danta’s lips to trace, and the butcher’s hands lift to run gently along his sides toward his shoulder blades, blunt nails dragging along the raised edges of the Maverick’s spine.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-21-2024
[say]"Ask me again in a few minutes."[/say] Danta smiles his reply against Asta's neck, the Maverick clearly far too occupied in the honeysmoke smell of the butcher, in the warmth of his skin, the feel of each scar beneath his lips and fingers. Something about the moment - the easy laughter, perhaps, or the safety of his closed door and the world ticking away behind it - makes him want to scowl, to grip the other man tightly as if this might be torn away from him, but while he does let a frown flicker across his face, Danta forces himself to relax.
An easy feat as strong hands press down the length of his back, as it happens, and he arches down automatically into the touch, arms braced at either side of Asta's head so he doesn't crush him by accident. Humming a note of greedy indulgence at the touch, the Maverick withdraws, panting, to finally offer Asta his reply. [say]"I think it is, yes,"[/say] he purrs, and even in the subtle adjustments of his body, he has no doubt that the butcher will understand; he's free to move and control the situation as he pleases.
Danta, after all, is very flexible.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-21-2024
For what it’s worth, the butcher doesn’t intend on asking again in a few minutes. He simply wants nothing more than to indulge in this moment — letting Danta paint over the scar tissue with soft kisses, with greed, with need. And in lieu of it all, he fully doesn’t plan on leaving this room for some time. He is Danta’s, Danta is his.
And where Danta lets the frown cross his face, a glimmer of possessiveness creeps into the butcher’s bones, a heavy leaded weight that’s running up and down his spine. Blinking his dark eyes open, warmed from firelight and honey tinted as he meets Danta’s gaze with the answer. His grin twists into a smirk and his hands lift to tangle in golden threads, careful to keep his horns from tearing through the blankets and furs. “[say]It would be my pleasure.[/say]” Comes the breathy purr, the release of control that allows Asta to turn them, arms tightening around Danta just enough to flip them and press his weight in against the Maverick.
It’s momentary, at least, because he sits up from where he’s settled between Danta’s legs, shrugging completely out of the shirt and waistcoat, taking his time in a brattish way to fold them and set them to the side. The second he’s done, though, his carefully kept back hair falls forward as he hovers over Danta, diving in behind a curtain of black, lips meeting the Theocrat’s jaw, before it dives down to press against his throat.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-21-2024
Danta fully expects to be manhandled and for their positions to be reversed, and Asta doesn't disappoint. (He rarely does in fact, despite his insistence that his libido is a difficult thing to awaken). Pinned, at least for a moment, beneath the delicious weight of the other man, the Maverick's hands are already roaming across Asta's hips as he shrugs out of his shirt, his ribs as he insists on folding the damn clothing, his lower back once he's finally finished.
Head tilting back and throat bared to feel him finally descend over him, Danta feels himself relax in a way that he's been craving, honestly, since back at Torchline. His arms slip possessively around the butcher, fingers twisting hard into the back of his midnight hair, as if to persuade his teeth to press against his neck. [say]"I want you,"[/say] he feels himself whisper, the words painting through the air just for the two of them, and gods once they're freed from behind his lips, he realises how true they are.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-21-2024
It is a difficult thing to awaken, if you don’t know where to start. Danta, at the very least, has made the necessary actions in order to spark it, and yet it’s still not quite there — something he’s sure Danta would be able to feel with their new positioning. It’s something Flora had noticed much the same way, a certain heat and blood rush not traveling toward his hips despite his actions, but it isn’t because he doesn’t want to.
If anything, it’s a low thrumming sensation rather than a powerful overwhelming sense, (for the moment) because Danta’s hands tangle in his hair and twist against the long curtain of black that brushes gently against the other Ancient’s pale face, kisses pressed against his warm throat, listening to what’s both being said and what isn’t.
His lips part, but none of his sharp teeth greet the Maverick’s skin, not until he offers a deeper accented “[say]you’re mine,[/say]” because when else would the butcher make such claims if not in the comfort of being behind doors, with everything as fresh as it is — unknowingly mimicking Danta’s drunken admission to Flora.
Before giving too long of a moment to let the blonde respond, his nose brushes against the soft space above his shoulder where it connects to his neck, far away from any arteries and anything that would speak to true danger, before he’s biting down — sharp teeth lancing through skin as if it harbored zero resistance. And with it, the flood of iron and heat blurs his senses, a canine-esque growl escapes him as he withdraws and presses the apologetic touch of his tongue to the teeth shaped wounds. And with it, each and every part of the libido that had been deafened, roars to the surface.