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RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-21-2025
There was a long portion of their time together that the butcher enjoyed Danta being wrong - but nowadays? It’s playful, teasing, nothing like it had been before. If only, because now that he knows what Danta had gone through, the things Danta did know versus what the rest of them knew were vastly uneven. And while the two of them had done a lot of beating the shit out of each other, its something the butcher’s started not thinking about so often these days.
Not when he can hold him and smooth over the silver scars left behind that he gave him. Like he can repent for the wrongs he’d done in the past. But they both had a part to play and they’d played them well back then. And with no one around (thankfully) to prolong the trauma, they can sit here like this. In love. Willing to put themselves first for the other.
He snags a sip from the refilled glass of wine once he’s finished unbuttoning his shirt enough to ensure it isn’t restricting as he gets ready to lay back against the rug. “[say]She did a brilliant job.[/say]” He agrees as he settles, twisting onto his side so he can scan Danta’s face, catching the bright blues as his warm hand traces over his scar,
“[say]Mm, is that so, darling? How have I surprised you recently?[/say]” His curiosity gets the better of him, for someone lacking a feline shift. But the butcher seems entirely content to curl up here amongst the rug, relishing in the touches Danta has to offer, propping his head up on his other arm so that his horns don’t tear a hole in the rug or scratch a line against the floor.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-21-2025
The quiet warmth that settles between them is something Danta will never take for granted, the Maverick rolling just enough to face Asta as he gets comfortable on the rug, his fingers gently tracing the fresh pink scar tissue on his chest. Around them the room is bathed in flickering twilight, and he can hear the distant lap of water against the docks outside, as well as the muted twang of guitar strings from some musician on the street.
[say]"Hmm?"[/say] Raising his eyebrows as if to ask the butcher what he could possibly mean by his question, Danta scoffs a gentle laugh under his breath. [say]"Well, let's see,"[/say] he says quietly, his fingers starbursting against Asta's chest now and lingering there. [say]"You spent a good few weeks forcing yourself to be around the things you fear the most, all so you could spend the night beside me."[/say] And it's a strong start, don't get him wrong, but only the tip of the iceberg of surprises.
[say]"You agreed to enjoy yourself with Flora and I - and despite it being your first time, you were very impressive,"[/say] he continues. [say]"And to top it off, you shared a dance with me at The Hanged Man. I am constantly surprised and delighted by you,"[/say] he boasts.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-21-2025
It’s soothing to be able to sit here and relax with one another in silence, if they so chose. The sound of the water is relaxing and certainly a rushing backdrop against the guitar strings vibrating now and then, but these are all tender things that add to the moment that Asta doesn’t notice aside from being the white noise background of Danta’s hand against his healed chest, the dull sensation of warmth that lingers with the star bursting of his hand, an anchor, a lifeline.
He clings to it as Danta’s voice fills the air, amongst the crackling of logs, snapping and spitting embers within the fireplace. His smile tugs slowly on his face, quirking up at the edges as Asta’s arm slips forward now to rest at his lover’s side, his fingertips trailing along the smooth jut of his hip. “[say]Thank you, darling.[/say]” Comes the soft hum, ending in a gentle and soft laugh as he nuzzles his head into the crook of his own arm again, his dark gaze focused wholly on the Maverick now.
“[say]I know you enjoy those things, Danta. And while I can be very stubborn, I want to at least try them once.[/say]” For you. For himself. To see if they’re as bad as his mind has made them out to be. And so far? Each and everything had been worth it. Even the dance, as a punctual reminder that he still harbored deep seated trust issues, but at least he’d learned.
He shifts, ensuring that the wine glasses aren’t in the way as he tucks himself closer, leaning in to steal a surprisingly tender kiss from Danta’s lips, withdrawing with the press of his forehead against Danta’s. “[say]It should be a compliment, you know, that I love you so much that the Mighty Astaroth is trying new things.[/say]” His lips quirk in a playful tug, the sarcasm of his title dripping from his lips.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-21-2025
It's only the extended nap aboard the ship that prevents Danta from sinking into a post-dinner lull, especially with the butcher tucked so close and the room around them so comfortable. Shifting unconsciously into the touch of Asta's hand against his side, the Maverick scrunches his nose affectionately as if to tell him there's no need to thank him, especially when some of those things had resulted in them needing to take a breather from the crush of other people.
[say]"Well,"[/say] he says, [say]"the least I can do in return is try things that you enjoy as well. Hence why you can teach me to ballroom dance when we get back to the Dusklight. We can even dress for the occasion. I'll be on my very best behaviour, I promise."[/say]
Almost expecting the kiss before it comes, Danta nevertheless melts forward and against the butcher, fingers tickling across his chest and up around his shoulders, lips and tongue saying more than his clumsy words ever could. [say]"Mm, I absolutely take it as a compliment. Especially knowing how mighty you are."[/say] Chuckling and chasing after another kiss, unlike his lover, Danta doesn't care if he knocks wine and plates everywhere, but luckily Asta has already thought of that.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-21-2025
“[say]Mm, I am looking forward to that.[/say]” He admits before the kiss - briefly recollecting the corset-like suit that Danta had worn for the midwinter ball, and the anticipation of being able to get him into it as well as get him out of it is pressed into the kiss, dancing alongside all of the love and adoration that Danta can’t voice. And luckily for him, he’s a wordsmith with the Maverick’s body language, indulging, hearing, and feeling everything that his lover wants to say but otherwise can’t.
Letting Danta snatch the second kiss, he shifts and leans forward, pressing into the kiss until he’s got the Maverick onto his back. Breaking the kiss to the point where he’s hovering over him, propped up on an elbow, his dark hair falling forward to brush gently across Danta’s skin like soft paintbrushes. “[say]Good, as you should.[/say]” He touts with more pride, his freehand lifting to brush back wild strands of gold before he’s diving in to pave a path of his lips against the strong jut of his lover’s jaw and sharp cheekbone, until he reaches Danta’s jeweled ear. “[say]I love you.[/say]” Comes the tender whisper, for Danta’s ears only, balanced amongst the crackling fire, the dull roar of waves, the twang of the guitar strings, and the butcher’s own gentle breaths.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-21-2025
[say]"As you should be. I don't step out of my comfort zone for just anyone, oh Mighty Astaroth,"[/say] Danta says with a grin, before his mouth is occupied with an altogether more interesting task. Shifting all too willingly beneath the other man, one hand teases up through the back of Asta's dark hair, the other sneaking beneath his shirt against his lower back, brushing down against the base of his tail.
Always happy to be pinned by the butcher, whether it's against a plush rug or silk sheets or against the rough stone of a wall, he arches his body against Asta's as if to bring them together however he possibly can, head turning to the side to expose his throat to the demands of his lover's soft lips and sharp teeth. He expects the heady scent of blood and the burn of a bite to come next, in truth, but the words that drip into his ear instead are all the more devastating for their sweetness and honesty.
Feeling his cheeks grow hot and his throat tight, Danta has to fight for his words against the urge to simply stretch himself beneath Asta and submit entirely to the butcher's will for the evening. Eventually, though, he manages to nose in against the side of his neck, huffing out a hot sigh. [say]"I feel loved, with you,"[/say] he mumbles, voice pitched low. [say]"I want to do whatever it takes for you to feel that good as well."[/say]
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-21-2025
He has half a mind to respond with the fact that he can’t keep up with the boundaries of Danta’s comfort zone - finding them ever changing and flexible in spite of it. But his mouth and mind are otherwise occupied, so busy paving the path he chooses as if he’s mapping each portion of his lover’s skin to memory. The feel of him pressing up against him only adds to the moment, his hand dropping to press against his lower back, long fingers spreading out to give him more balance in keeping them pressed together while his hair is tamed for the moment and he can feel Danta’s hand slip down his back, over the bump of scar tissue, to his lower back.
He doesn’t bite, not yet, because he’d much rather make his words drip like honey in the soft silence of their pirate themed room, to be that sickly sweet that he knows Danta hates. As such, he can already feel the heat radiating from his lover’s cheeks, the silence after punctuated by more lingering kisses, tender and gentle where he hesitates at the last second to feel Danta’s nose press in against his neck. His fingertips twitch briefly before they spread further against his lower back, and noses his way in against the golden, horned crown of his head to breathe in the sage and salt from the trek they’d both taken.
“[say]I do, darling.[/say]” He murmurs softly into his hair, refraining for a few more moments from looking at him lest he spook his lover away from this tender moment. But he does, eventually, withdraw. His eyes are dark but warm as they scan Danta’s face before dropping to his lips, and with a bit more finagling to situate himself right in between his legs, it grants him enough movement to sit there knelt and pressed against him in a way that allows Asta to completely unbutton and shed the silk shirt. He reaches for Danta’s hand, then, lifting it to press it flat against his heart, over the scar tissue and the pale pink scar that carves into it. “[say]You are quite the butcher yourself, with how you have so perfectly carved your name into my being.[/say]”
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-21-2025
Wishing he'd had the foresight to peel all of his clothes off prior to letting Asta blanket him like this and fill the space between them with impossibly sweet nothings, Danta considers, for a moment, simply burning the garments away. But then the butcher is nosing into his hair and continuing to cover him in kisses, and the Maverick shifts instead to accommodate him properly between his legs, willing the pink flush to fade from his cheeks (it doesn't).
Still, he's at least able to enjoy it as Asta effortlessly unbuttons and discards his shirt, Danta's hands already beginning to wander along his upper thighs, only for one of them to be unceremoniously captured. Blinking in surprise, as the butcher lifts his hand to press it over his heart, Danta feels his mouth suddenly go quite dry.
Don't, he almost says, but it's been a long time since Asta needed to tread so carefully around him. And as he speaks, the Maverick feels the words seep into the parts of him that are still cracked and broken, salving wounds he'd long forgotten were there, chafed raw by time and habit.
Able to feel the steady heartbeat beneath his fingers, for a second it's all Danta can do to hold Asta's stare, letting the moment be in a way he'd normally never be able to tolerate. Then, of course, he's surging upwards, arching off the plush softness of the rug and seizing the butcher with a near desperate passion, lips crashing against his mouth in a devouring kiss.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-21-2025
Even if Danta did decide to burn the clothes away, at least they had extra in their bags. But then they’d have to explain the charred marks in the floor and the rug that would likely go up in flames - though it isn’t like it would stop the butcher from repeating these sweet nothings in the midst of a fire’s white heat. If anything, it might become too dramatic.
But it’s with the silence of their beautiful evening so far, the way he feels the warmth of Danta’s hands as they rise up his thighs, only to be captured and placed in the space where he can tell Danta each and every poetic that comes to mind until he shuts him up. Because that’s how it always has to happen. And he’ll gladly do it again and again if it made the Maverick aware of just how much he meant to him.
He sees the stuttered blink of surprise. He sees the the way the red flush clings to his skin. He sees the way Danta doesn’t seem to really know how to react. And that’s okay. He’ll stay there, perched between his legs, letting the warm dark abyss of his gaze provide all of the things still unsaid, all of the things Asta knows Danta knows, but feels as though they’re worth saying anyway.
Because Danta deserves it. He deserves so much after everything. And he’d give him the world if it was all the Maverick wanted. Luckily for him, at least, it seems all he wants is the butcher. And that is something he can provide immediately.
Dark honey brown meets vibrant blues harboring a touch of surprise, suspended in this moment for a few long seconds before Danta’s surging up and Asta’s there to greet him with all of his fiery chaos. His hand curls around Danta’s where it’s still pressed to his heart, keeping him anchored there as their lips collide, as Asta presses everything unsaid into the kiss. The i love yous, the you’re everything I want, the you make me complete.
The room melts away, hammock and all in favor for drowning himself in the Maverick. And he does, completely, pressing back with just as much greed, incapable from this position not to nick Danta’s lip or tongue with the sharp press of his teeth with how they try to devour each other. The tinge of iron lingers, flaring in its metallic bitterness that has the butcher humming a note of pleasure into their carnal kiss, surging with a renewed vigor.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
Moaning something soft and inaudible - but undoubtedly approving - into a kiss that suddenly floods with copper, Danta's fingers plunge into the rich darkness of his lover's hair, his other hand still clasped against Asta's bare chest as if eager to feel his heart race beneath his touch. Heady with lust and love and the naked fear of being properly seen by someone, he lets his tongue do the talking for him without the need for any clumsy words.
Trusting Asta to be the one to take care of his clothes (the removal of them, he should clarify) - Danta's hands are a little busy right now, and he plans for them to stay that way for some time - the Maverick shifts further, intending to fully straddle the butcher's hips. Panting hard by the time he finally pulls himself away from Asta's lips, it doesn't prevent him from planting further kisses along the edge of his jaw, fingers tightening in his hair and teeth nipping at a jewelled earlobe.
[say]"I am going to worship you tonight,"[/say] he whispers, somehow managing to make it sound like a threat, but as they've already established, the butcher is sort of into that anyway.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
His heart thunders under Danta’s hand, a rabbits pace as it races with an increased speed from the tinge of iron flooded into the kiss. The words so silently written in his mouth are all the encouragement Asta needs, the lust, love, fear that he can feel in both the press of Danta’s hand in the dark raven strands of his hair. He presses back in, a renewed vigor of proving to him that he could sit there raw and at his worst self and still, even still, Asta would burn the world down for him.
His hands are busy the second Danta moves, immediately ridding him of his clothes so that he can spread his warm, scarred hands across every inch of fresh skin, blunt fingernails dragging pale pink lines against his sides from his hips up to his arms, spreading to drag down his back from his shoulders as he’s shifting back to make it easier for Danta to straddle him, a grunt of sound is breathy as Danta’s kiss trails against his jaw.
He doesn’t realize he’s started panting until fingers tighten in his hair, until Danta’s violent promise is poured into his ear, when his breath hitches and a shiver races down his spine and his tail sweeps forward to press the flat spaded end in between Danta’s shoulder blades. His hands trail down, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pants, already eagerly trying to shimmy him out of them, even if it’s at the cost of losing the precarious balance he has from where he’s sitting with him in his lap.
He does lose his balance, for what it’s worth, falling backwards just enough that his ass hits the rug and he rolls backwards somehow smoothly, jostling them back until his spine is flat against the floor. “[say]Fuck.[/say]” Comes the rough and soft laugh, settling for a moment before he’s surging up again, finally stripping the rest of Danta’s clothes off, chin tilting up to give him all the space against his throat he might want, bearing himself to the Maverick in all the ways he so rarely did.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
Arching himself into the buzz of sensation to feel Asta's nails drag against his bare flesh, Danta winds himself against the other man - which probably contributes to his overbalancing, it's true - and he's laughing as well as they go down, leaving him astride the butcher and feeling all too proud of himself. [say]"Mm, that was the plan,"[/say] he whispers as he helps to shrug and shimmy out of his clothes, eventually able to stretch over him and lavish his bare throat with kisses that will leave a necklace of marks by the time he's done.
One hand continues to tangle in the back of Asta's dark hair, keeping his head tilted deliciously to the side, while the other reaches down to assist in taking off his pants. Only when he's free of belt and buttons does Danta kiss a path down his chest to help strip him of the garment, tossing it somewhere nearby (it narrowly misses a lit candelabra, and no, the Maverick does not care).
[say]"Gods, look at you,"[/say] he purrs, the words all but mumbled against the jut of one of his hips, blue eyes molten as he gazes up the length of the butcher's body, before finally turning his attention to the very obvious point of interest nearby.
Evidently not in the mood for teasing, when Danta had said worship he'd meant it, a hot tongue curling around the head of Asta's cock before he takes him into his mouth completely, encouraging the rise of his hips as if convinced he might be able to get even more of him than what's on offer.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
The laugh that leaves him is a little more in earnest to Danta’s quip. It breaks in a slow breathy sound, one punctuated with the slight hiss of a growl to feel the marks left behind, completely pleased to bear a collar of his lover’s teeth for the coming days. His hands smooth up from shedding the clothes to drag those blunt nails against his sides, up from his hips to the back of his neck, fingertips threading through and tugging lightly at the blonde strands he finds at the nape of his neck.
Pinned so deliciously as he is, he can only adjust so much to help Danta slip the rest of his clothes off, loosening his hold in Danta’s hair temporarily when he carves the path down his chest and stomach. He shifts up a bit, propping up on his elbows to watch. The fresh warm air against his length is the first thing he notes with delight, completely ignoring the fact he nearly lost his pants to candlelit flame, if only so he can let his dark blackened gaze focus entirely on Danta’s face, the way the shadows play against the other man’s sharp cheekbones, the way the light flickers like crystals through his diamond horns, casting prism lights against the strands of wild gold.
“[say]Mm, look at you.[/say]” He challenges back, his gaze glued to the scene before him of Danta’s lips pressed against the jut of his hip. He meets molten blues with the whole black of a predatory look blooming in Asta’s to greet him. And he very suddenly realizes there’s zero waiting for Danta to begin his worship. His tongue is perfectly hot against the tip of his cock and before he has a second to even register it — apart from the inhale of a breath of pleasure — the Maverick is taking him into the warm heat of his mouth.
His hips do rise, as if on command, twitching as he lets the moan pass his lips, his gaze stuttering closed for a moment before opening to watch the worship unfold, head sunk below his shoulders as he shifts to keep himself propped on one elbow, the other plunging into Danta’s golden hair. Not to tug or encourage just yet, just to feel, waiting for Danta to get the rhythm figured out.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
It takes very little time at all for Danta to pick his pace; for a man perpetually starving, the fingers teasing through his hair and the moan thrumming up in his lover's chest and throat are a banquet he plans to gorge himself on. Humming indulgently around the hard length of Asta's cock, no part of him intends to let the other man go without plenty to look at either.
The Maverick arches his back, tail curling in delight and a hand tipped with flickering fire gripping at the base of him, welcoming him deeper into his mouth. Breathing becomes something to worry about later, evidently, and truly it's only the ache of his own arousal that finally has him drawing back for air, cheeks flushed, hand stroking hard against Asta in the place of his lips and tongue.
[say]"I've been wanting to do this to you for days,"[/say] he whispers, the words a wicked confession in the privacy of this room, and with a final, indulgent squeeze to his cock, Danta shifts himself back over the butcher. [say]"Hopefully you'll forgive my impatience."[/say]