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RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
[say]"As long as you promise to keep your knee out of my back,"[/say] Danta sasses pre-emptively, because having Astaroth in charge of his proverbial corset strings doesn't make him feel any less trepidation about the whole thing. It's true, though, that the butcher is much more likely to make it worth his while. (And who knows, with the amount of time Asta spends at the tailors, maybe he knows exactly what he's doing).
Grumbling something that pretends to be a curse whilst he's simultaneously tilting his head to let the other man's lips ghost along his flesh, Danta's laughter is a dark thing that echoes around the room. [say]"What kind of question is that?"[/say] he complains, doing his best to keep his own hands to himself. [say]"I'm surprised I ever get anything done with you around."[/say] And given that the Maverick doesn't exactly work hard, Asta proves to be quite the distraction, evidently. [say]"I can barely keep my hands off you when we're having a normal conversation, let alone like this."[/say]
You know, naked and wrapped up in each other.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
“[say]I promise, so long as you do nothing to deserve it.[/say]” Comes the playful rumble. As it stands, though, the butcher is very familiar with how the strings of a corset work and just how to tighten and tie them. Now whether or not the Maverick would be itching to get out of it for other reasons remains to be seen (how well could he handle the ghosting of the butcher’s fingertips along his skin, the way his hands would smooth over his hips).
So he focuses instead on tracing the Maverick’s skin with his lips, posing his question and eagerly awaiting the answer even if he already knows which way it’s leaning. “[say]And then I put my office right across from yours..[/say]” He drawls as if for extra proof of ensuring Danta can hardly get anything done.
Not that he’s complaining, though, and honestly part of his own fun is winding up the Maverick in turn.
Rising from his neck to brush his nose along the blonde’s own, he hovers again with a glint of mischief sparking in his dark honeyed gaze. “[say]My poor Theocrat.[/say]” It’s back to those playful dramatics, thumb brushing along the other Ancient’s temple. “[say]Whatever shall we do?[/say]” Raising a brow toward him, he remains just as pressed in, just enough to continue to poke and prod the fire blooming in Danta’s hips.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
[say]"When have I ever, in my life, done anything to deserve punishment?"[/say] Danta wants to know, even if his smile is audible through his drawling tone. [say]"Please feel free not to answer that, because I know we are both in agreement."[/say] Whether or not he feels as though Asta's skilled hands ghosting across his skin are a punishment is just something they'll have to discover through trial and error, right?
In the meantime, he definitely feels as though he's done something wrong, even as he nods sadly down at the other man. [say]"And then you put your office right across from mine,"[/say] he echoes. However good Danta is at leaning into the part of poor Theocrat, though, he hasn't been lying about any of it, and so Asta continues to lavish him with the sort of attention guaranteed to continue to wind him up, the Maverick feels the heat rise to his cheeks and pointedly looks away.
[say]"The way I see it,"[/say] he says, [say]"you'll have to do something about it, or I will. Just depends on whose hands get there first, I suppose."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
The amount of time Astaroth has spent in the past punishing Danta for varying things was large, whether or not the Maverick truly deserved it. Back then, though, he had felt it warranted. Had gone all out in some instances. Had broken a few well loved canes in the process. But now, all those scars he’d left he can reverently drag his fingers along, press his lips to, in far too belated apologies for having placed them in the first place.
So no, he doesn’t answer Danta’s question, even without the prompting not to, in favor of hearing the saddened echo greet him.
He sees the trail of red that flutters through his cheeks and ears, hot against his hand, and it takes everything in him to keep the smile from widening on his lips. “[say]I suppose it will have to be me, won’t it?[/say]” It’s his error to atone for, after all. And as such, the butcher — still mindful of preventing himself from sinking his teeth into Danta, figures he can alleviate some of the distraction between them. Propped up on the arm that has his fingertips threaded through blonde hair, his other hand slips down between them, dragging his fingers slowly across his stomach and lower, adjusting himself ever so slightly to ensure he has ample room. And without so much of a warning, the butcher leans in for another kiss at exactly the time he strokes his fingers along Danta’s length, trying to burn away any reservations.
Now, the butcher may not partake this time, but he doesn’t mind. Whether interested or not, he prefers to indulge and worship the Maverick in whichever way he sees fit.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
[say]"Not necessarily,"[/say] Danta is saying with a crooked grin, even as his head tilts into the fingers in his hair and his back arches against the teasing touch dragging its way down the length of his body. [say]"You know I am more than capable of having a good time by mys--"[/say] The Maverick, of course, is cut off at that point by wicked lips and hands capable of doing much worse, such that the rest of his sentence is moaned softly into Asta's mouth.
He ought to feel guilty, he realises; something something not being able to reciprocate and so on, but gods if the man beside him doesn't dominate his every thought, making it impossible to feel anything that Asta doesn't want to tease out of him. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he whispers against his lips, before diving into another kiss, kicking the sheets away and drawing the butcher closer. [say]"You don't have to--"[/say] He tries, at least, the words spoken through a wry smile.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
He’s well aware that he doesn’t have to. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, especially as he soaks up the moan offered into the kiss, even as it doesn’t have much of an affect on him. Half of his experiment with this is being decidedly not overwhelmed with his lust, to be able to enjoy each and every sound and movement pulled out of the blonde.
The kiss deepens and the sheets are kicked off before the curse is panted into the air, before another kiss keeps him from commenting. When it breaks, though, he’s burying his face in against Danta’s neck, dark hair and head unimpeded by horns ghosting along the blonde’s cheek, fingertips dragging through the space offered by the horns missing from the Maverick’s own head. His lips find the soft space along his neck to suck a dark mark into, replacing the sharper ones that have long since been healed from the fountain.
Trying to drag more sounds from the blonde, he’s shifted enough to wrap his hand around Danta’s cock, stroking an easy pace as he tilts his head to the other side of Danta’s neck, to leave a matching bruise behind. “[say]I know, darling. I want to, though.[/say]” He hums after leaving the mark, both hand and lips lavishing the Theocrat with expert attention.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
Okay but is all that Danta has time to think before the butcher's touch feels all consuming, leaving him entirely at Asta's mercy. Deciding that he will, at some point in the near future, get the other man back for this, for now at least he finally relaxes into the attention, hissing a soft curse at the love bite that will surely be left behind on his neck. [say]"Way to make me feel like a horny teenager,"[/say] he teases, the words whispered through a crooked smile as his head tips back, relishing every stroke of Asta's fingers against his cock.
Granted, Danta doesn't think that even as a teenager he'd felt quite like this; simultaneously untethered but also drawn helplessly towards the the other man, it's with another soft moan that he reaches out to direct Asta's lips back up and against his mouth. For now, at least, he remains fairly in control of himself, hips lifting to encourage the movements of the butcher's hand without being too demanding of him.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
There’s a laugh that slips from him, the warm breath of it ghosting across the blonde’s neck, felt just as strongly as the curved smirk on his lips. “[say]Is that how you feel?[/say]” He purrs, guided up and back toward Danta’s lips. With the encouragement of the blonde’s hips, the butcher’s hand picks up its pace a fraction — not wanting to rush it, of course, but wanting to feel the way the Maverick’s muscles tighten with the attention, the way his breath hitches in the kiss he presses into.
There’s something in him that blooms akin to devotion, like he’s got nothing else to think about other than pleasing the Theocrat, and it warms him internally to be able to focus so intensely on it.
His kiss deepens, trying to devour the sounds that leave him, curled up into the other Ancient as his soft dark hair frames his face, his fingers tangled into blonde locks tightens and twists a little, trying to add that extra spark.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
Asta will get everything he wants and more; humming a note of agreement - yes, he feels like he's not able to keep his hands or his body off the butcher even if his life depends on it, which is very much into horny teenager territory - Danta breaks their kiss if only to groan the butcher's name against his lips. The clever hand between them picks up its pace but not nearly enough, leaving the Maverick hissing a sound of frustration only to find his mouth claimed yet again, held in place by the fingers tightening in his hair.
How did you get so good at this? he almost wants to ask, the question dark with possessiveness and even a hint of jealousy; luckily Asta keeps his attention front and centre, Danta gasping against a particularly tight stroke of fingers against his cock, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crackling up through the base of his spine. [say]"Gods, I want more of you,"[/say] he whispers, whether or not it's actually possible in this moment.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
Having never had a time where he’d experienced being a horny teenager, Astaroth has to simply take the Maverick’s words (and actions) as example, and suffice to say he can’t help the smile that continues to try and tug on his face even as he presses into the kiss more, all consuming and devouring attentive.
If Danta asked, he would say that he’s simply been attentive. Despite it seeming like he wasn’t paying attention, he was. He’s security for a brothel, after all, and his eyes drift often over groupings and couplings of people, indulging and paying extra attention to ways to bring the most pleasure. And where his hands had typically drenched themselves in so much blood of pain, perhaps a few things had stuck around to try the opposite.
That, and he has each tangle with Danta to focus on when it comes to figuring out just what he liked, too.
He worships him, in the best way that the butcher knows how that doesn’t involve cleavers. He worships him in a way he thinks the other Ancient deserves. And it’s with panting breaths against Danta’s ear, that the words bloom around him, and he indulges the other man with a faster pace stroked along his cock, a tighter squeeze, thumb pressing against the head. “[say]Is that so, darling?[/say]” He purrs, as if debating pulling himself away from the pressure of his kiss to focus his mouth elsewhere if only to free up his hands. “[say]How much more?[/say]” He continues the question, centered mentally enough to keep the conversation which is decidedly less easy when he’s also struck with overwhelming lust.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
Luckily for Asta, Danta is in absolutely no state to ask, the Maverick barely knowing where to put his hands or what to focus on to keep himself tethered. It's true that the Maverick has (of course) been pleasured like this before, in a number of ways and by a number of hands, but fuck, there's something about it being Asta that makes it better in every single way. Nipping at the other man's lower lip and drawing back from his kiss to peer up at him through blue eyes gone dark with lust, it's a miracle he can form sentences at all, his cock throbbing hard in the other man's hand.
[say]"All of you,"[/say] he whispers with a wolfish smile, and honestly, the butcher ought to have expected that response. Unlike Asta, Danta is well on his way to being overwhelmed, his mind working overdrive in a reminder of how the taller Ancient's hands feel all over his body, how his teeth feel, how he sounds just before he climaxes, all of it. [say]"Fuck, Asta--"[/say] he whispers, and it's lucky that his glamour is up right now, else he might have drawn blood with how he bites at the inside of his cheek.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
It is exactly what he was hoping for, craving the warmth of their bodies despite the kicked away blankets. It was far better than a cold shower, and Astaroth gets to simply indulge in ways that don’t have himself overwhelmed, riding the line between taking bite after bite out of the Maverick and being good. Here, he can simply be attentive and focused, relishing in the decidedly less focused answers he receives.
The nip at his lower lip has his cheeks flaring with a touch of heat, but it drives his focus more as he does untangle his fingers from blonde strands, slipping slowly down the Maverick’s body as his hand continues its pace, caring little for where Danta tries to reciprocate his touch, so long as he feels those warm hands. “[say]All of this, just for me?[/say]” He purrs with a cocky arrogance, lifting his head from the trail of kisses he drags down the other Ancient’s chest.
His dark eyes meet blues made nearly just as dark, lips quirking into a small smirk as he leaves another bruise of a mark along the Maverick’s stomach, only stopping by the time he’s settled around Danta’s waist. His hand continues its quick and tight pace, though, and he litters the blonde’s inner thighs with more and more kisses before he lets his breath rake across Danta’s length.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-18-2024
Letting his head tilt back to welcome the hot press of the other man's lips against his throat and chest, Danta's fingers automatically curl into the butcher's soft hair, grasping as gently as he can towards the back of his neck. [say]"All of this, just for you,"[/say] he confirms through a breathy whisper, the amusement that laces through his tone something that doesn't last for long; tensing against the bruising kiss left against his torso, his hands flinch in Asta's hair, and he has to school his touch into remaining polite.
Knowing the exact trajectory the butcher's mouth is taking, Danta gazes down the length of his body at him through hooded eyes, lips parting to see him settle so teasingly between his thighs. [say]"Gods,"[/say] he growls out, his hips bucking into the tight grip around his cock, his free hand reaching up to grasp the headboard as if it's going to help at all. [say]"Asta, please..."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-18-2024
Just for him, indeed. His gaze lifts, brightening a fraction as the blonde’s hand finds the headboard, a small smirk blooming on his face as he hears and feels the begging tone Danta provides him with. A please, alongside the buck of his hips, and Asta wonders for a moment whether he should give in or if he’d rather play around a bit more. But, he’s been doing that all day, and the last thing he wants to do is sour the mood now that he’s already improved it from how it had been a few hours ago.
“[say]You are perfect like this.[/say]” He hums, breath raking across both hand and cock, before his movements still so quickly it's almost shocking, only to replace the space his thumb had pressed with the flat edge of his tongue in a slow swipe, ensuring that Danta can take in the entirety of the view. He’s cautious, though, ensuring when he takes the other Ancient’s cock into his mouth that he doesn’t give an option for his teeth to slice. He pairs it with the swift movement of his hand as before, until he can take all of his length with a satisfied hum, eyes shutting as if in pure bliss, before he begins his pace, trying to draw the other man that much closer to the edge.