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RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-17-2026
“[say]If they think I am bad now, wait until they see me then.[/say]” The butcher playfully hums, a tone not unlike a threat in more ways than one. The butcher would likely be a bridezilla if Caido harbored those, ensuring that when it came to everyone else but himself and his fiancé, that it would have to be perfect.
But the scheming falters, shifting toward appreciation and acceptance for Danta’s memory, regardless of whether or not its right. And to the answer of agreement that it had not been noted anywhere he could find, the butcher doesn’t mind making it up as they go. So much so that when Danta’s surprise graces his devastatingly handsome face, the butcher’s smile blooms brighter in lieu of it. “[say]Darling,[/say]” the butcher starts, pinning him with his dark gaze of cheshire impishness, “[say]who is going to tell us if we’re wrong?[/say]” Another pause as the smile grows more mischievous. “[say]who would dare?[/say]” Raising a brow in the threat that thrums his voice, the butcher settles back, and despite the efforts of Danta’s fingers trying to curl his hair, it remains straight as it slips between his fingers.
“[say]I am sure darling Charlie would not mind hosting it there.[/say]” He agrees softly, warm to the idea even more so with Danta’s own agreement. “[say]Spiritual as it is, too, and perhaps by then the fountain shall be finished.[/say]” So even more reason to decide on the Temple for the afterparty.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-17-2026
[say]"I'm beginning to feel like Longheat was a very wise decision for our planning,"[/say] Danta says with a crooked grin. He can only imagine how things might ramp up if they opted to do this in Leafchange, especially given how Asta is right now, and that's with no one around for literal miles. [say]"But even so, I will never fault your attention to detail."[/say] Letting warm fingers brush against the back of the butcher's neck and then around to his cheek, just as the Maverick thinks he's finally gotten control of himself again, Asta goes and pins him with that impish look.
Blushing immediately and averting his gaze, he's smiling despite his attempt to pout about it, eventually succumbing to the other man's playful confidence. [say]"You make a compelling point,"[/say] he mutters, letting out a sigh that releases a surprising amount of tension from his shoulders, before leaning in to steal a sudden and greedy kiss from his lips. [say]"Then it sounds like we've got a plan, doesn't it?"[/say] he mumbles, not quite parting from the butcher to speak.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-17-2026
“[say]See?[/say]” The butcher purrs, content to be right in the fact that Longheat was a prime time to have their wedding – and besides, it wasn’t like much would change for them on the lead up to it. It would only ensure they had enough time to precisely manage getting everything done. Even still, as Danta compliments his attention to detail and stokes his ego, it only helps the impishness of his smile bloom further.
And just as he’d hoped it might affect the Maverick to witness it, the butcher watches in confidence as Danta averts his gaze, as he feels the ghosted echo of Danta’s fingers at the back of his neck, a soft laugh starting to rumble from his throat before he’s silenced with the greedy, sudden kiss that overtakes him in such a way that the butcher’s helpless in withdrawing to get the final word in.
It did sound like a plan, and one he conveys in the fierceness of his own kiss back, pressing up and into Danta with that heat that his Fierw shift sparks in him this season, absolutely unable to help himself and wholly unapologetic about it.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-17-2026
Gasping out a soft breath to feel Asta come alive beneath him in a way Danta honestly ought to have expected this season, the Maverick is nevertheless swept away in the possessive heat in his kiss, the touch that keeps him anchored against the other man. Long fingers brush against his jawline before plunging back through his hair, every flick of his tongue and brush of his lips intended to convey what he so often struggles to put into words.
And even then, his sweet nothings soon burn into something altogether much hotter, Danta drawing back at last to catch his breath, panting softly into the lanternlight between them. [say]"I hope those were the last plans you wanted to make for a while,"[/say] he says, voice roughened with arousal, [say]"because I feel like I'm about to monopolise a lot of your time for the next few days."[/say] Unless Asta has some detailed ideas about what to do within the confines of their tent. Then Danta might be persuaded to listen.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-17-2026
The soft breath gasped against his mouth is only a boon that the butcher takes into account as he presses back into the kiss, intentional and attentive in all the ways he has zero qualms about being this season. Like the lock had been opened and misplaced for his whims and choices – and perhaps that’s part of what makes him so dangerous this time of year too. But for Danta, well, the butcher covets him, worships him in all realistic ways a cannibal can.
Such that when he parts to catch his breath, the butcher’s panting as well, face flushed and dark eyes even darker despite the lanternlight, desire clearly written in the panes of his face and the lines placed there by age. “[say]We have plenty of time now, do we not?[/say]” He asks with that smug arrogance, that thick accent, enough that it allows him to use it as a distraction as he draws him back against him, nestled in the blankets and pillows of their nest, keeping him close to steal another chaste kiss before he’s trailing his lips along the other side of Danta’s neck while a free hand drags up his side to cup his cheek, fingers threading and coiling through the strands of gold, illuminated brightly against the lanternlight in their tent.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-18-2026
[say]"I've got all the time in the world for you,"[/say] Danta purrs, the words all but mumbled against Asta's lips, his fingers relaxing in the back of the butcher's hair so he can simply hold him close for a few moments - at least up until he's tugged further against the other man. [say]"Especially when you're being so generous with your affections."[/say] His laughter is little more than a quiet huff of breath, the Maverick's eyes shutting to fully enjoy the press of lips against his neck.
[say]"How do you want me?"[/say] he's already whispering, brushing a thumb across Asta's cheek as if able to feel the heat that has flushed his skin, his hips rocking forward in a gesture as purposely teasing as it is unintentional. [say]"We could snuff out all the lights and find each other in the dark,"[/say] he suggests, lips slanting in a crooked smile, head tilting so he can whisper against the shell of the butcher's ear.
[say]"Or I could ride you until we both see stars,"[/say] he continues. [say]"Or you might just have to shut me up if I keep talking."[/say]
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-18-2026
“[say]I love hearing that.[/say]” The butcher purrs against Danta’s lips, greedy and unashamedly granting the Maverick all of his attention as he keeps him close. Lips quirk up with the amusement, pressing against his lover’s neck as he presses each kiss against his warm skin. Hearing the question sparks more heat to blossom through him, warm and inviting even if it hasn’t been that long since they last tangled like this. The fervor of the season bleeds through him like its own inferno, taking no prisoners in its wake and certainly leaving no mercy.
Huffing a soft breath to feel Danta’s hips rock forward, teasing precisely just how he wants it to be, even if the first suggestion is something he decidedly does not want to do right now. To have his arms empty with the loss of the Maverick, for however long it lasts, is too much for Asta to bear while he currently has his prize.
His head tilts to hear the following whisper with a much more palatable suggestion, a hot snort brushing against his skin as his fingers drag down his lover’s spine. “[say]Come now, darling, I love hearing you talk.[/say]” He purrs, smirking as he tilts to press a kiss to the hollow of his cheek. “[say]Especially when I fuck you.[/say]” His voice drops back into that grittier tone, his own hips lifting against Danta’s for emphasis. “[say]Ride me. Let’s see stars from the inside of this tent.[/say]” He decides swiftly, angling and adjusting Danta in such a way he can claim his lips again in a devouring kiss.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-18-2026
[say]"Yeah?"[/say] Danta purrs, his voice barely beyond a whisper as they continue to grope at one another like they've been apart for weeks rather than a matter of hours, the Maverick grinning up at the colourful canopy overhead. [say]"I'll add it to the list of things I know you like to hear."[/say] His name sounding like a plea from Danta's lips; a please grated out between hitches of breath, and now this.
Danta arches against the fingers that carve their path down his spine, trying and failing to cage his groan of pleasure as the movement traps his already hard cock between them even further. [say]"Well, then,"[/say] he says, breathless under the butcher's expert touch, [say]"far be it for me to take that away from you."[/say] All that's left to do is for him to be fucked, and he'll serenade him until the stars really do appear.
He might have said as much were it not for the kiss Asta promptly takes from his lips, stifling his moan of approval and angling him forward a little more. It's enough to let the Maverick shift to sit properly astride his lover, knees pressed to the plush furs, tail lashing behind him, and his hands brace more readily against Asta's shoulders.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-18-2026
Danta knows him so well, a fact that no longer worries him. And as the Maverick sticks that post it note of what Asta likes to hear alongside the rest of them, the butcher can’t help the brief smirk that blooms on his face as he makes his decision, the heat of his body only growing in this momentary stalemate while they decide just what they intend to get up to.
Despite the darkness that’s overtaken their surroundings, the air in the desert is still warm, illuminated by the lantern light in such a way that it would be difficult for Asta to tell if there’s any threats around. It’s for the best, though, because it means his entire focus is settled entirely on Danta and how he might be able to draw more of those breathless sounds from his beautiful throat.
“[say]To the stars it is.[/say]” Asta rumbles with a soft laugh as he parts from the kiss, flushed and full of lust and desire as Danta readjusts, the shadow of his tail lashing about in content as Asta, too, takes the moment to indulge in the feeling, pressing the grunt of the sound into the kiss as they finally settle back in.
He pulls away from the kiss, hands dropping and sweeping around from Danta’s spine to his thighs now, blunt fingernails dragging little pink marks in against his flesh in a temporary marking as his cock throbs. He still has his glamour up, leaving him rather plain looking as he peers up at the Maverick with an almost coy look as he’s ‘pinned’ there beneath his hands, barely hiding the small tug of a smirk with the sultry glitter that fills his dark gaze. “[say]Gods you are perfect.[/say]” He purrs his little praise, hips rocking into him as a shiver races down his spine. At the same time, one hand drifts from his thigh to his cock, ensuring that with each thrust of his hips that Danta also gets some tension and relief with the stroke of his hand.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-18-2026
To the stars it is.
Danta moves beneath Asta's hands as if he was born to fit against his palms and bear the mark of his teeth and nails, the Maverick's mouth brushing against the butcher's lips as he shifts his weight. A soft hitch of breath drags from his throat to feel his hips rock up and against him, his smile something that tries and fails to be coy and amused. [say]"Perfect for you,"[/say] he agrees, coiling one arm around his shoulders properly whilst his free hand takes full advantage of Asta's glamour.
Fingers run indulgently through his dark hair, flinching as Danta sinks down fully onto his cock, and when the other man's hand grips his arousal he's well and truly lost to the moment. If there are threats outside the tent then they're welcome to watch and listen, and if they choose to interrupt then they're welcome to get killed for it. [say]"You can fuck me harder than that,"[/say] he whispers, his teasing framed by a fanged smile that threatens to drop into a moan at any moment.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-18-2026
He didn’t know it back then when they’d been opposed, but perhaps they both were always meant to be each other’s canvas of blood and marks. It isn’t so dissimilar to now if you looked at the bare bones of it, but the circumstances have changed and despite the greed and bites, it’s never his true intention to harm him. A necessary evil, perhaps, but one they make do with. One that will help immensely when they finish the fountain just as it had when they were in Torchline.
For now, though, Asta relishes in his possessiveness, of the ego that blossoms within the butcher to all the darkest depraved sections of his chest. He relishes in the touch of his fingers that sink into his hair, sparking a huff of a sound from him of pure approval, the way his head tilts up into it as if silently conveying more.
He’s distracted, obviously, the feel of Danta overwhelming him in all the best possible ways. At his tease, though, his lips curl in a Cheshire grin, mischief blooming through him as his hand slows to a trickle that is likely just as maddening as he hopes it is. “[say]Of course I can.[/say]” He growls out with utmost arrogance. “[say]But I still have to make sure you’re not too bruised.[/say]” He smirks, eyes dark and full of desire. “[say]We have.. many.. days left.[/say]” Each word is punctuated with a sharper thrust, broken up with the hitches of breath he tries to swallow down.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-19-2026
Asta tilts his head into Danta's waiting fingers, but before the Maverick can properly indulge him the butcher's hips snap up sharply against him. His hands fist automatically in the dark locks, the movment dragging a rough cry of pleasure from his throat, leaving him panting hard and gazing back down at the other man through dark and hooded eyes. [say]"If I'm not bruised then you're not doing it right,"[/say] he whispers, the words framed by a wicked smile intended to tease, but he supposes Asta has a point.
So Danta opts to take matters into his own hands from this position, his hips rolling hard and deep against his lover, arms dropping to lace around his neck where he can brace himself better. He bites back a curse - barely - to feel the attention to his arousal dwindle to nothing, his cock throbbing hard against the too-slow pace, head tilting back a fraction to bare his throat to the play of shadow and light from the lanterns.
[say]"You feel so fucking good,"[/say] he mutters, one of his hands slipping down to press to Asta's chest, though if the butcher continues to leave him wanting, it'll trickle lower still.
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Astaroth - 03-19-2026
The tightness of Danta’s hand in his hair, fisting with the sharp rise of Asta’s thrust, is a wonderful spot of pressure for the butcher without his horns on display. It sparks a grunt of approval to break through his lips, Asta’s attention returning to the Maverick even if his hand still slows tantalizingly slow against his hard cock. The wicked smile has electricity and fire blooming in his gut, sparks flaring like embers to his fingertips. “[say]You will be.[/say]” He confirms in the low thrum of a sultry growl, a dark promise in the smile on his face.
Then, with the focus of Danta taking some of the reins, the double down with how hard he sinks down on him, the butcher’s moan breaks from his throat despite how he tried to clamp his jaw shut from it, approval drifting from his nose. And perhaps, with Danta’s hand on his scarred chest, it’s what makes him take some semblance of pity on him despite the praise that leaves the blonde Ancient’s lips.
The hand that trickles a soft touch against Danta’s hard length, gripping it suddenly to alleviate him as he drives his cock back into the other Ancient with a groan, his free hand drifting to Danta’s hip, gripping the space above his hips as though it was a handle specifically made for him to help drive him deeper with a delightful almost delirious gasp. “[say]Fuck, darling.[/say]”
RE: 'til you get to the bottomland - Dantalion - 03-19-2026
It's almost too much, the way Asta's hips rise to meet him each time, Danta forced to bite his lower lip against the praise that might otherwise spill far too freely from his throat. Not that it matters anyway, not with the sharp moans that escape him with each thrust, and as the butcher's hand closes more tightly around his cock, he loses any pretense of staying quiet. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he hisses, something feverish in his tone as he presses himself closer, feeling every nerve ending start to fray with the doubled pleasure.
[say]"Gods, just like that."[/say] There's a sense of growing urgency in his tone, Danta curling forward, the rock of his hips growing reckless and uncontrolled. [say]"Don't stop--"[/say] Asta doesn't even have to try this time to get him to beg, clearly, the Maverick's head tilting down to snatch a sloppy kiss from the other man's lips.
He doesn't hold out for long after that, the deep ache in his hips feeling laughably far away as he cums with Asta's name moaned into his mouth, ecstasy crackling up the length of his spine. He rides each wave of bliss as if it might be able to persuade it to last forever, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and while he'll definitely feel it this time as he comes down, that won't be for a few moments yet.