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RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-23-2024
Never one for quiet, tempered moans or bitten back cries of ecstasy, as the butcher's words trickle into Danta's ear, they do enough all by themselves to have him arching and tensing with the first white-hot crackles of his orgasm. With teeth and fingernails and a throat likely to be raw with the sound of his pleasure by the time they're done, the world narrows to a deadly point of fire and blood, whilst around them he's sure the Dusklight will be able to hear what's happening, even over the sound of music and revelry.
With curses and praises spilling from his tongue, one of his hands has found itself tangled in the back of Asta's dark hair, pulling it tightly as if in an effort to both see the other man crest into bliss after him, and also to keep his sharp teeth a safe distance away. He doesn't know where he ends and where Asta begins, and even as his heels dig into the other man's back as if they might somehow continue their tryst beyond this, he can already feel the boneless weight of deep satisfaction, of being very, very well fucked.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-23-2024
It’s perfect, it’s exactly what the butcher needs, craves, desires. He doesn’t even care if the sounds they make reverberate through the Dusklight, knowing fully well that whatever bruises sit on the Maverick’s skin will be on full display the second the blonde leaves the room. It’s a satisfying thought, that possessiveness roaring in his head and drowning out the knocking of his bloodlust.
The hand in his hair keeps his head from pressing forward to taste the shared blood on their lips, a loss for the moment but one that will be made up swiftly. The fire spreads out, curling up Danta’s arm and up against disheveled black locks. It’s as close to a kiss as they can get when Danta’s orgasm racks through him and the slow but intense snap of the butcher’s hips cause his own to crest.
There’s no sharp teeth at Danta’s throat or tearing at his perfectly full lips. Instead, there’s simply a too sharp show of teeth, the blood still pouring from his lips — less than before, of course, but it still drips and spills, still encases his orgasm with iron and curses and praises and possessiveness as his antlered head tilts back into the blonde’s hand. The heels at his back keep him pressed in tightly, even as he pants and gasps for his breath, pushing hard against the hand in his hair to place his weight onto the Ancient beneath him.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-23-2024
This isn't their first tumble in the sheets, not by any stretch of the imagination. But there's something about this time that has Danta feeling vaguely untethered, and by the time he comes back to himself, there's nothing but Asta in his field of vision, in his spiralling thoughts, in the immediate press of the rest of the world. Huffing out a shuddering breath at the same time as his fingers gently ease in the other man's dark hair, he's leaning up and pulling the butcher down at the same time, desperate to taste the sweet blood on his lips.
Moaning softly into the kiss and feeling himself continue to relax to the point where he wants nothing more than for Asta to blanket him with his body and be done with it, Danta's fingers are already carefully apologising for the marks he's left in the other man's skin, even if he's not sure whether he's actually sorry about it. He kisses him slowly but with the sort of irreverence reserved for acts of true chaos, and by the time they part their bodies will remain painted by their actions, but their lips will be clean.
Danta almost says something, but he feels like any words might ruin it, and so he settles instead for leaning up to press his lips to Asta's forehead, eyes closing and his hands straying up and through his hair to play against the dark tines of his horns.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-23-2024
Combined and connected, molded and melded, the butcher and the Maverick settle in the seconds of silence apart from panting breaths and tender touches. Conceding as Danta meets him halfway for the kiss he’s been craving, his body shivers as he presses down into it breathlessly. It does feel different this time, because before while he’d made his possessive, selfish comments in the heat of the moment, he finds zero regret when the haze of lust fades.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
It’s the mantra that burns and brands into his mind, neon lights flashing as the fire fades and the kiss turns tender, gentler, softer. There’s no thought given to the apologetic touch Danta provides, nothing more than the way he lets the fire melt, shifts a little to make sure they’re separated enough. Messes weren’t even on the forefront of his mind, given the singed and burnt state of the blankets under them. Danta absorbs every thought in his mind.
The kiss to his forehead and the hands in his hair are met with the butcher adjusting, allowing himself to be that blanket the Maverick craves. And while he doesn’t want to break the silence, Astaroth cares little about tact or prolonging this moment of silence and tender touches. Why does he need to when the sentiments remain the same? Danta is his, and he is Danta’s.
Propped up on his elbows now, he runs his hands through Danta’s blonde locks in turn, stroking along rainbow hues flickering from the fire in the fireplace. He breaks the kiss to let his honeyed gaze focus on the way the dark room and the firelight have turned Danta’s gaze into cobalt hues. “[say]Would you like to go on a date with me?[/say]” He asks through a hoarse voice, soft like a whisper, fingertips curling in golden strands.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-25-2024
Smiling against Asta's forehead and shifting enough so they both might be comfortable - not that the where and how matters much to Danta now, so long as the who remains the same - he draws back as the other man glances down at him, his fingers whispering along the shimmering obsidian of his horns, catching stray locks of dark hair to tuck them back and out of the way. Leaning into the touches offered in return, he does expect the butcher to break their silence eventually, though not with that particular question.
Blinking as if trying to figure out if what the other man has said is real, Danta has to glance away (they're getting there, but gods if it isn't a slow process), though the smile curling across his lips suggests that he's absolutely heard him correctly. [say]"Yeah, I'd like that,"[/say] he mumbles, nipping gently at the inside of Asta's wrist and letting his hands fall, at last, to loop warmly around his shoulders. [say]"Just name the time and place, and I'll be there."[/say]
As if Asta wouldn't struggle to find the time to prepare such a date with how Danta is always nearby these days.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-25-2024
There are many stray locks that Danta will find in the gentle attention he offers to the butcher. Each one neatly tucked back as Asta’s hands continue to trace along diamond horns with rough spikes, a surprising tenderness and reverence compared to moments before. The words slip from his lips, the question aired between them, and when the Maverick glances away, the butcher’s immediately left with the gut sensation he’s stepped too far. Like if he presses too hard into the question, Danta would flee, nevermind the admissions they’ve all made.
He does notice the curl of his lips in a smile, though, and it keeps him from over speaking and destroying whatever gentle kindness and tenderness they are afforded here in this moment. It’s a snort in return to the nip at his wrist, finding himself uncaring if the blonde chose to draw blood for the fun of it, before Danta’s arms loop around his shoulders and Asta’s own relax enough to drag his thumb along the Maverick’s temple in a slow and gentle touch.
His head drops to Danta’s chest as the vibrant grin blossoms on his face, the pulse of a warm breath of air as he snorts and peers over at the fireplace still raging comfortably. “[say]A week from now, at sunset, meet me inside the Temple.[/say]” Twisting so that his chin is propped on Danta’s chest, he aims that too sharp grin at the Maverick, so bright with unbidden excitement that it nearly glows. “[say]Wear something you’re content with getting dirty, mm?[/say]”
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-25-2024
Glancing back up at Asta at last, Danta's smile only grows, especially as the other man's head drops to bury against his chest, the Maverick leaning into the wicked fingers that continue to fuss against his skin. He can feel the butcher's grin even before it's directed back up at him, and he feels, not for the first time, something tighten and then uncoil in the pit of his stomach, something that has him wanting to clutch Asta close and cover his entire body in kisses.
[say]"A week from now, at sunset, inside the Temple,"[/say] he repeats as if to cement the time and place into his mind. And though he can guess at why he'd want to be wearing something he's not afraid to get dirty, Danta still has the decency to look coy about it. [say]"Alright,"[/say] he purrs, before adding, [say]"it's a date."[/say] Leaning in to brush his nose against Asta's, it's with a long and satisfied sigh that he finally stretches out beneath him. [say]"So, your room or mine?"[/say]
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-25-2024
“[say]Correct.[/say]” The butcher drawls with that grin on display. The instructions are one that he knows will likely give some parts away, but the details? Those are for the butcher to surprise him with. And Astaroth fully intends to do just that.
Warmth spreads through him more completely now, curving along the edges of his cheekbones with the way he gently brushes his nose against his own. Dark eyes blink shut for a mere moment, smile fading to something more content than bloodthirsty and cocky.
Humming a thoughtful note when Danta stretches and speaks, the butcher’s gaze opens and he props himself up again, finally moving to take in the damage surrounding them. “[say]That entirely depends on if you wish to sleep with blankets tonight.[/say]” He hums, plucking a charred piece of one of the furs and holding it up so Danta can see it but also so he can inspect it.
RE: it stings sometimes - Dantalion - 08-25-2024
Raising an eyebrow up at the charried piece of fabric that Asta waggles into his field of view, Danta at least has the decency to look sheepish about it, even if only for a moment. Then he's letting out a wicked laugh, shrugging his shoulders and twisting enough as if to see the extent of the damage between them. [say]"Oh, we really got carried away,"[/say] he says, sounding more proud than he is sorry, glancing back up towards the butcher.
[say]"Then again, I don't know if I want to put clothes on to leave."[/say] So that's that, he supposes. Shifting enough, at least, to reach for his bedside table and a couple of tissues to clean them up, he flashes a smirk across to the other man. [say]"I guess that means you should put on your fetching sleep mask,"[/say] he adds, planning on at least kicking away the majority of the ruined furs and blankets before they collapse out of wakefulness.
RE: it stings sometimes - Astaroth - 08-25-2024
Snorting to hear Danta’s answer, he makes a theatric roll of his eyes before he flashes that beaming grin back down at the Maverick. “[say]You started it, darling.[/say]” He drawls as if it would take all the blame away from him – it doesn’t, of course, given the fact that there’s a very specific line of burnt blanket beneath Danta’s shoulder where Astaroth’s flaming hand had pressed into the bite wound he’d caused.
Speaking of, as they separate and clean up, he takes the time to inspect the wound from where he’s settled on the edge of the bed, shifting enough to get rid of the burnt blankets as Danta kicks them away. “[say]It does sound dreadful.[/say]” He agrees, even if he’s lost where his clothes were in the heat of the moment. That’s on him for not folding them and placing them safely out of the way.
Reaching for the mask, he waits to put it on until he’s shuffled back into Danta’s space, snatching a long and surprisingly tender kiss before he can’t anymore. The silver muzzle slips on and deft fingers latch it shut, and he settles easily into snatching the opportunity of being the big spoon for the first time in a long while. Once he’s sure they’re sufficiently tangled up together, he noses his way in to rest his face against Danta’s pulse as exhaustion starts to weigh heavily. “[say]Goodnight, Danta, darling.[/say]” Comes the soft hum before he’s falling asleep, contently wrapped around the blonde.
- FIN