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RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-07-2025
[say]"I can be such a slow learner, though,"[/say] Danta reminds him breathlessly, having to dig deep just to be able to form a semi-coherent response for Asta. He could die happy, he decides, if he died with the butcher's hands and mouth all over him like this. His head tilts readily for the lips and teeth that graze against the column of his neck, and he offers up a serenade of praise for the way pleasure starts to crackle at the base of his spine, a pressure he won't be able to ignore forever.
[say]"You thought you weren't already driving me wild, looking down at me like you were?"[/say] he moans, though the question warps into a soft cry of bliss mingled with pain; an all too clear tell as Asta's teeth break the skin. [say]"Gods, you're gonna make me cum like this--"[/say] It's a warning more than it is an attempt to break away from the other man (not that he thinks he could), but Danta finds himself perilously close to that edge before he really knows it.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-07-2025
It’s a lesson that will need to be learned again and again and the butcher would never complain. Especially as the serenade leaves Danta’s lips as a perfect backdrop to the heat in the room and between them. He sinks his teeth in, mumbling a low rumble of a sound to hear him cut off his words, smirking as he withdraws and cleans up the bubbling blood against the Maverick’s neck. “[say]Good to know that I can rile you up hands free.[/say]” He purrs darkly, his hand slowing with the warning.
It’s enough to decide that he’s calmed enough to be able to readjust them yet again, shifting to be able to align them just right. The hand bracing against Danta’s chest rises to wrap around his throat, his thumb nudging his face toward his own. “[say]Don’t stop on my account.[/say]” He growls, lips painted on Danta’s blood that he presses into the kiss as his hand stills with a solid grip and hips rock into his Theocrat’s, wanting nothing more than to devour the sound he makes when he breaks.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-08-2025
Long past the point now where he can hold a conversation, it's with cheeks flushed and his chest heaving beneath the butcher's fingers that Danta lets himself be manhandled however Asta likes best. The pressure around his throat has a soft, keening moan painting the air between them, his head turning obediently into the kiss the other man expects to take from his lips.
Gasping at the sudden feel of him thrusting forward, paired with the steady grip around his cock, Asta won't have to wait long to get what he wants, one of Danta's hands fastened around his wrist now, the other reaching up to twist through the back of the butcher's dark hair. [say]"Oh, gods,"[/say] he moans breathlessly against his lips, just as the first spitfire crackles of his orgasm erupt through his body.
He cums with stars dancing behind his eyes (though that might be oxygen deprivation based on how hard he's gagging himself on the hand around his throat) and Asta's name tasting like smoke and copper on his tongue, his fingers tightening in the other man's hair just to try to encourage himself to keep standing. Still, his knees threaten to buckle at any moment with the way bliss seizes hold of him, body and mind, and gods, it's enough to almost have tears pricking in his eyes when it finally releases its grip.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-08-2025
He wants nothing more than to devour the sounds leaving the Maverick, uncaring of whether or not the hand braced around his wrist covers the pale scars of shackles from centuries before. It’s entirely indulgent, in the way that the butcher feels with Danta’s other hand fisting into his dark hair and the way he appears to press even harder against the hand at his throat.
Between that and the rush of heat in him that arcs and spreads its wildfire through each of his veins, Asta begins to lose the battle. He feels it the second Danta snaps, the way his body lurches and rides the waves of bliss thereafter, the way his name is haggard from his lips between a lack of air and the sudden overwhelm of his orgasm.
All things that the taller Ancient thrives on. He holds him up tighter, ensuring he won’t lose his balance because he’s essentially pinning him to his body, loosening the hold on his throat and diving his bearded face in against Danta’s shoulder where his growls and moans are less muffled than they had been when he’d stolen his kiss. It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, teeth sinking into the soft space of where his neck and shoulder meet, surging into Danta as his climax overtakes him, each and every bruising touch growing more reverent as the seconds pass, remaining steady and strong as he continues to hold the Maverick.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-08-2025
The little breath Danta has managed to catch stutters in his throat as he feels Asta's teeth sink into him again, and he sighs it out in a broken moan as the other man comes apart around him. The world slides away for a brief few seconds, reduced to little more than the fire of Asta's body pressed flush against his own and the soft thunder of his pulse, and as it rights itself, it seems to take its sweet time about it.
Left panting hard into the warm air, a thin stream of blood trickling down his chest from the wound in his neck, the smile on Danta's face is something slow and hazy. The butcher's grip on him is almost all that's keeping him upright, but he does his best to bear his own weight as his head lolls back and against his lover's, staining the tips of his fair hair a stark crimson with the motion.
There are no words in him for now; no witty remarks or attempts at breathless humour or even bold declarations of love. The fiery surge of possessive devotion that seizes Danta isn't one he know how to form into anything that makes sense. So instead he simply breathes into the moment, head turning slowly to decorate the butcher's cheek and jaw with his kisses, however bloody they might make his lips.
He's sore all over in a way that sets exhaustion into his bones like lead, but his blue eyes glitter with something far too awake for sleep just yet. [say]"Sorry for teasing you,"[/say] he whispers at last, the words warped by the grin starting to curl across his lips.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-09-2025
He too feels like his bones and body are made of static, mind absolutely blank despite the self preserving reminder that he needs to breathe; panting as he pulls himself back into the current predicament. The way he holds Danta against him, both of them reeling despite how his feet remain planted, focusing on ensuring he doesn’t lose his grip on the Maverick (he knows how his body seems to stop working when he ravages him like this).
But its in the silence aside from their panting breaths and the sensation of lips pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, staining blood along his cheek, leaving strands of gold tinged with rust. His head tilts into it, taking a few long moments to indulge in their position before he forces himself to move. Shifting enough to get Danta up into his arms fully, sweeping his legs under one of his arms and the other wrapped around his back, he cradles him close to his chest with a bloodtinged shark tooth smile aimed down at the Maverick. “[say]Sorry for being a brat.[/say]” He hums in his hoarse Whitebrim voice, pushing off the wall to carry Danta over to their den, setting him comfortably against their bundles of furs before he straightens up after a chaste kiss to his forehead.
It doesn’t take him long to reach the kettle, setting it on the fire to warm up the water as he collects the rest of his things – rags and bandages, the pain killers he should probably take now as the bliss keeps his soreness and bruises at bay, and a bowl so he can clean them both up. Returning with the items in question and the kettle now heated to a boiling temperature, the butcher sinks down onto the bed, one leg tucked up under him as he preps the bowl with one of the rags. “[say]Let me see, love.[/say]” It had been his hardest bite since Leafchange, he's sure.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-09-2025
[say]"Don't be - I love it when you're a brat."[/say] Danta's voice is soft and rough and framed by his smile, though his breath hitches as he suddenly finds the world disappearing from beneath his feet. His arm automatically curls around Asta's shoulders as he realises what's happening, which prompts a quiet rumble of laughter and a few further kisses to the warm column of his throat while they approach the dark comfort of their den.
Closing his eyes against the kiss to his forehead, his instinct is to reach after the other man as he departs, but if nothing else, he's really not convinced that he'll be able to get to his feet for another few minutes at least. So Danta settles himself in the nest of blankets and furs, dragging one of them across his lap and letting his other hand press against the sluggishly bleeding bite until Asta returns.
And at the request to let him see, his fingers drop away and he turns his head gently to the side so the butcher can get a good look. Amid the faint scars that litter his neck, he'll easily be able to identify the fresh wound. Wounds, rather; a shallow bite sits closer to his shoulder and collarbones, where the more problematic evidence of Asta's affection is almost at Danta's throat. [say]"Will I live, doctor?"[/say] He smirks.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-09-2025
To Danta’s soft voice despite the roughness and with the smile he can hear in it, the butcher chuckles a breathy and relieved sound. “[say]Good. It is impossible to get rid of.[/say]” He hums as he scoops him up, carrying him over to the bed to set him in the comfort of it so he doesn’t have to worry about mundane things like standing.
It doesn’t take long for him to return with all the items needed, tail flicking against the covers as he peers down at his lover as he removes his hand and he takes in the blood slowly drying to his chest and the wounds that haven’t quite clotted just yet. The hot rag rises immediately to clean the worst bite first – the one where he can count each sharp tooth that resides in his mouth – swiping away the stickiness of the blood and his spit.
He takes the moment to look over at Danta with a small smirk tugging on his face, stained bloodred. “[say]Mm, I think you will, provided you stop getting into battles with saws.[/say]” He tuts, tongue clicking before the announcement breaks with the soft chuckle that leaves him (because obviously that won’t happen). “[say]Lifestyle changes can be difficult, however.[/say]” He continues to boast, dipping the cloth in the hot water, wringing it out, and placing it on the lesser of the wounds to clean it up too – at least so he can ensure they’re clean before he bandages them.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-09-2025
Hissing in a breath despite himself at the addition of the clean rag to the open wound, Danta nevertheless sits as still as expected as Asta cleans him up. It isn't because he's not the type to squirm and fuss - they both know he is - but this is a practiced moment for them at this point, his eyes slipping shut to focus on the sound of the butcher's voice rather than the pain.
[say]"And if I love the saw too much to stop from getting too close to it?"[/say] he offers, grinning and sweeping his hair over one shoulder as best he can to let the other man work. [say]"I wonder if I could make a lifestyle change that just gave me access to healing water. Or healing wine. That would be even better."[/say] The realisation that it's possible creeps over him slowly, and he blinks his eyes open to glance towards Asta.
[say]"Might be nice for someone who uses bloodbane a lot to get the job done,"[/say] he adds, eyes flicking towards the butcher's forearms where he knows the majority of those scars sit.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-09-2025
It is a well practiced motion by now – enough that the scars that dot Danta’s skin are proof of it. Some a bit more raised than others, as if those were the butcher’s favorite spaces to bite (they are) to where he’s bit down multiple times to break through the scar tissue again and again. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that they tend to happen closer to the other man’s throat than his shoulders, but it still has the butcher wincing slightly to see the kind of damage he causes even when he’s trying to be good.
Tsking even as Danta sweeps his hair over his shoulder, the butcher continues to clean him up before snagging the dry rag to pat at the wounds, ensuring that the bandages would stay as he starts to open it to start applying them. “[say]Then I suppose it is a good thing you’ve come to me for healing.[/say]” He drawls with all of the arrogance of someone who should have incredible healing abilities when he has everything but.
His gaze drifts from the wounds to Danta’s face with the suggestion, meeting the stunning blues of the Maverick’s as they both come to that realization. “[say]Healing wine, you say?[/say]” His intrigue is immense, reminded of the Torchline fountain and how handy it had been to just have around.
At the mention of his bloodbane, though, a soft laugh leaves him as he finishes tying off the bandages, snagging the hot, blood tinged rag again to start cleaning up the dried blood on his chest, the very scars he’s talking about on clear display in criss crossing marks up and down his forearms, all the way up to his shoulders. “[say]Oh I think that would be very useful. A red wine healing fountain, mm?[/say]” Red wine seems to fit the vibe, he thinks, though he supposes the point could get across with a white or a rose.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-09-2025
[say]"Mm, you are my favourite doctor,"[/say] Danta confirms with purring agreement, grinning towards Asta only to let the expression fade back into something necessarily neutral as the other man starts to bandage him up. [say]"Healing wine,"[/say] he repeats with a bob of his eyebrows. [say]"Because why would we bother with something as mundane as water when we could get drunk on being healthy?"[/say]
He straightens a bit to feel the rag start to sweep down across his chest, the Maverick's hand lifting to absently trace the scars that score across Asta's forearm while he works. [say]"Can't take away what's already been done, but it'll stop so many new decorations being added in future. For both of us."[/say] He winks, because while Danta far from minds wearing the butcher's version of a necklace, he can see the guilt in the other man's eyes more often than he cares to admit.
[say]"I was thinking red as well,"[/say] he says. [say]"That settles it then, mm? I'll pay a little visit to our goddess as soon as I can."[/say] Not tonight though, evidently. Danta is busy.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-09-2025
“[say]Good.[/say]” The butcher purrs as he wraps him up, the smile on his face remaining in the lines etched into his face. He draws silent to listen and work, snorting softly at the idea of getting drunk to heal their wounds. “[say]It cannot be that bad, no? Any ill effects of the alcohol would be fixed by the healing.[/say]” So it kind of just makes sense, as far Asta’s concerned.
Shamelessly leaning into the touch Danta traces the raised scars along his arm. “[say]That would be good.[/say]” He murmurs, setting the rag back in the bowl and setting it aside so that he can fully focus on the Maverick, the butcher’s hand traces up his chest, along the blonde’s own scars, tracing the teeth punctures on the other side of Danta’s neck. “[say]I believe we have more than enough to prove any points we may need to in the future.[/say]” His lips quirk up again, leaning a touch further into Danta’s space, his crown of dark hair brushing against his shoulders in a bit of a tangle that he doesn’t seem to mind.
“[say]Not tonight, I hope. You are mine tonight, darling.[/say]” He hums affectionately, fingers slipping up his neck to thread through the still red tinged blonde, leaning in more fully to press his forehead against the Maverick’s.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-09-2025
[say]"Exactly,"[/say] Danta drawls, as if he's just managed to find a loophole into the realm of perpetual tipsiness without the pain of a hangover. And who better to endorse that kind of behaviour than their beloved dark lady? Another feather in his cap for being a great Theocrat, in his very humble opinion.
Still, his pride fades back into easy affection with every gentle brush of the butcher's fingers, Danta turning to face him properly now that he's bandaged and cleaned up, letting his hair tumble back around his shoulders. [say]"I think so too,"[/say] he purrs, his hand grazing down towards Asta's wrist to carefully brush across the deep shackle scars that are likely much less of a point he'd like worth proving.
[say]"Absolutely not tonight. We just got home and clean and dirty again,"[/say] Danta assures him with a breathy laugh, eyes shutting as the butcher draws close. He remains there for a few heartbeats, basking in the warmth that rolls in waves from Asta's body, only straightening up to be the one to collect the rag this time.
[say]"Here - if we're going to get dinner at some point, you should really look presentable."[/say] With a cheeky grin, he soaks the rag in the water and rinses it out, then carefully starts to clean the blood away from Asta's mouth and jaw.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-09-2025
Asta will certainly consider it a loophole. And he’s silently very excited about the prospect – especially the older he gets. So, rather than having to deal with the debilitating wine hangovers that he’s slowly seemed to get used to over the seasons, it seems like it would solve more than one issue.
As Danta faces him properly, his hand twists a touch as he feels his lover’s fingers trail down his arm, letting him run his fingertips along the pale raised scars of the shackles that had bound him centuries ago. He’s always been cautious with letting those particular scars be focused on, but if anyone could get away with granting them attention, it’s the Maverick.
“[say]Good.[/say]” He hums, relieved a touch that Danta wasn’t going to find some amount of ability to function again to brave the cold and mud to go and ask about the wine healing fountain immediately – even if the trek wasn’t too terrible with the shrine in the Temple. Instead, he indulges in the closeness with zero expectation, right as his focus begins to fall enough that he can feel the dull throb of his bruises, now darkening along his side and his shoulder.
Withdrawing slightly as Danta straightens, his dark eyes open to scan his face, shifting back to let him clean him up. “[say]Is it not?[/say]” He asks with a small smirk that impacts the way Danta tries to clean away the blood. “[say]Unless of course you mean not getting dinner here at the Dusklight..?[/say]” He raises his brows, a playful glance of innocent curiosity blooming on his face with the question.