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RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
It’s a beautiful view, one that Asta doesn’t want to miss. But of course, involuntarily, he can’t help the way his horned head rolls back to indulge, only able to watch through slits. But he makes up for it with the chorus of sounds that purr and burst from his chest, painting the air and ridding it of the crackle of flame, the twang of the guitar, the rush of waves that is drowned out by the blood rush in his ears, the sharp electricity that blooms down his spine to his hips, the delicious blooming of his voice through the din.
“[say]Gods.[/say]” When Danta withdraws, it’s to a very flushed butcher, his olive skin warm enough that it almost looks as though he’s gotten a sunburn in the time they were in Torchline. He hasn’t, though, just flushed perfectly warm enough from Danta’s actions and the twitch of his hips and cock as the other Ancient doesn’t give much room for calm. Not that he’s complaining, not as he rights his head again and peers down at Danta with a too sharp smile.
“[say]All is forgiven, darling.[/say]” Comes the breathy moan, for Danta’s ears only as his hand tightens in the blonde locks as he’s blanketed. Asta’s body is warm, hot to the touch, a burning flame cast by Danta’s attentions, and it has him falling back again, gracefully enough to let both his hands tug him up higher, hitching his legs around him, smirking as he tries to catch his breath. “[say]Is it my turn?[/say]” He asks through a low and sultry rumble, despite not waiting as his tail sneaks up in between his arm and Danta’s body, winding around Danta’s cock in turn and stroking a pleasant pace to get him to match the fire that’s been stoked in his chest.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
[say]"Glad to hear it,"[/say] Danta purrs, leaning in for another slow and all-consuming kiss against Asta's mouth, his tongue pressing to one of the butcher's sharp fangs to taste the flood of iron that he knows will further heat his blood. Moaning in surprise to feel the sudden pressure around his cock, he arches into the sensation automatically, panting as he parts from the other man's lips and offering a wickedly pleased smile for his trouble. [say]"You're terrible at laying back and just enjoying yourself,"[/say] he tells him affectionately, chasing another brief kiss from the corner of his mouth before he's shifting to adjust himself.
With hooded eyes darkened by lust never leaving the butcher's face, Danta sinks slowly down onto his cock, lips parting in a silent moan of ecstasy, head tipping back to expose his throat. Splaying one hand against Asta's chest for balance, that first roll of his hips is enough to drag a soft groan of pleasure from him, toes curling and cock throbbing hard as he rides his lover.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
The kiss stifles him, it consumes him, it burns in all the ways Asta’s body craves for. It’s only the press of his lovers tongue against one of his sharp teeth that adds a fresh sense of iron and heat into the already carnal desire that blooms through him. It doesn’t stop the growl of appreciation from pouring from his mouth to Danta’s, though, if anything it increases it and increases the pressure in which he kisses the Maverick back, like he might very well eat him.
He doesn’t, but the crimson hue of blood clings to his lips as he sinks back down with a cocky gleam to his gaze as Danta withdraws. “[say]I do not wish for you to be left out.[/say]” He purrs, his tail stroking along Danta’s length to punctuate his velveteen words. “[say]Trust me, I am very much enjoying myself.[/say]” He tacks on, muffled while Danta leans in to press the kiss to the corner of his lips.
And it’s with the anticipation of what’s next that the butcher’s legs adjust, his eyes wholly black as he watches the pleasure break across Danta’s face, mirrored in his own as he sinks down onto him. His hips rise to greet him, wanting to surge up and sink his teeth into the expanse of throat so willingly on display, but it’s Danta’s hand that stays him. The Maverick held his leash, after all. And he holds it well.
The first roll of Danta’s hips sparks his own moan to join his lover’s, an almost sweet edge to it as his tail adjusts to grip his lover’s cock with a pace to match the one Danta sets. The mixture is perfect, giving his hands room to trail along his shoulder and dig little lines in while the other rises to tug and grab ahold of his lover’s blonde hair. “[say]You are beautiful, Dantalion.[/say]” He purrs his pleasure between his panting breaths, body like a live wire. “[say]So perfect for me.[/say]” The praise drips like honey from his lips, body arcing slightly for Danta to drive himself deeper, to take everything he has to offer while his chest heaves and heartbeat thunders beneath his lover’s touch.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
[say]"Do I look as though I'm in any way left out?"[/say] Danta almost whispers, his words framed in a sly smile, his voice rough with pleasure as Asta bucks his hips up to meet him at each thrust. Never afraid of being vocal to express his approval at being fucked or teased or devoured, it's only the sound of Asta's voice that stifles him even a fraction, as if hearing the butcher enjoying himself is sweeter than any other sound in the world.
Relishing the possessive fingers that tighten in his hair and further baring his throat to the other man, while Danta ought to have expected compliments and praise to accompany it, gods, it always sounds different coming from Asta, flushing his cheeks to the tips of his ears and setting his body alight. [say]"All for you,"[/say] he agrees, purring the confirmation through lips reddened with blood, his hips grinding down hard against the other man as he drags them both inexorably towards climax.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
No, he doesn’t, but the butcher can’t help but to help him along when he’s done such a beautiful job getting himself so roused. Still, the sly smile bolsters Astaroth as he hears the chorus leaving his lover’s lips. It’s a boon, a craving, a scratch to an itch he never knows he has but he always does. Even if it’s stifled in order to hear his own, its music to his ears, it makes him thrive.
The heat to Danta’s cheeks are tracked through the slits of black that watch and relish the show the Maverick provides, surging more of that electricity through him. He hears the confirmation and it takes all of two seconds before his hips are rocking back into Danta with a force to match his lover’s, a trajectory that has him spiraling toward his orgasm with a force even he doesn’t quite realize is happening until it starts to unravel.
Pants and groans accompany Danta’s moans, but it’s when they rock together and he’s driven deep that the butcher surges forward, surprisingly careful when he does tighten his hand in his lover’s hair, keeping his neck exposed, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring that pleasure to its climax. He releases him just as quickly to not tear any skin, but the wounds are not unlike a sharks where he laps at the blood with a too warm tongue, trying to urge Danta to finish with the increased pace of his tail on his cock, riding out the waves of his own orgasm.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-22-2025
Unsure what he's expecting, it's nevertheless a surprise to find Asta so gentle even as he surges up towards his exposed neck. Curling an arm around his lover and tangling his fingers in his hair - just in case - the sharp inhale of Danta's breath is a mixture of surprise and utter bliss as the scent of fresh blood fills the air. He feels the butcher succumb to his own pleasure, punctuating it with a sharp roll of his hips, only to sense the spark of his own orgasm start to claw its way up towards the back of his throat soon after.
[say]"Fuck--"[/say] he manages - just - as he clutches Asta close, the breath shuddering out of him and the world growing blurred at the edges as he cums, Danta content to drown in the pleasure of the other man's touch for as long as he'll provide it. Moaning some muffled version of the butcher's name into the barely-there space between them, the Maverick doesn't even try to put the pieces of himself back together just yet.
Relaxing his grip in Asta's dark locks to stroke long fingers down the back of his neck, he eases into the comfortable silence that drops over them in the aftermath, broken only by the soft huff of their breath. Around them, the world is as it always was - as it should be - and if Danta could bottle this moment, he'd do so without hesitation.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-22-2025
The slowing of the rush of blood is palpable as it is beautiful, as Danta’s breath sharply inhales with Asta’s gentle but still sharp bite, with the curl of his tail to bolster his lover’s incoming climax. He can feel Danta’s tension, like a wire taut and ready to snap, and with all the coaxing and quiet murmurs of sweet nothings between sharp panting breaths, the butcher’s hold on Danta is just as strong as the Maverick’s are against himself.
His name is a gentle chorus that lingers long after the tones of it are gone, and they remain pressed against one another as the high comes down, the aftermath heady and warm in a way that might even make the Climb envious of the heat they radiate, all while Asta continues to clean up the brief bloody mess he’s made of Danta’s neck, pulling away to survey the damage only to find little marks that would leave a ring of silver shark-bite crescents behind.
He can’t help but to think of that image fondly, though he wouldn’t blame Danta if he wished to have them heal to nothing. For the moment, they both can bolster marks of the other in plain view. He noses his way in, then, when Danta’s fingertips trail along the back of his neck, to claim him in a greedy but tender kiss, soft and full of promise of love and adoration before he withdraws to press his forehead against Danta’s, both hands rising to brush back the blonde from his face, lowering to cup the sides of his face so tenderly. It’s like he’s made of glass with how delicately and tenderly the butcher touches him and holds him, like he too doesn’t want the moment to end.
But it does, because life was still moving on. The snap of a piece of wood in the fireplace grounds him and he withdraws just enough to search his lover’s face, hands still holding him delicately. He doesn’t need the rush of the moment to offer more sappy poetry, because the warmth in his eyes and the gentleness of his touch prove it to be his absolute truth when he says “[say]I love you.[/say]”
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-23-2025
Danta leaves his head angled just so, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy Asta's loving attention to his abused flesh, before he feels his lips start to ghost higher. Catching the kiss the butcher aims against his mouth, the Maverick's attention is just as fiery and passionate in its greed, but less bruising and desperate now than it was. He holds the other man instead of clutching at him, letting his body relax against Asta and his touch grow decadent and affectionate.
Blinking his eyes open once more as he feels strong hands cup his jaw, the intensity of the attention is - of course - enough to drag fresh heat into his cheeks, but he doesn't look away this time. No, this time Danta reaches up to cover one of Asta's hands with his own, the other continuing to tease through his dark hair. [say]"I love you,"[/say] he almost whispers, and not just because his voice has been ruined by the escapades of the past few moments.
It doesn't feel as though any other words will do the moment justice, so Danta doesn't try, instead turning his head to kiss the palm of Asta's hand, then his fingertips, small licks of fire igniting with every pass of his lips.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-23-2025
It’s the other side of the coin that they experience in this moment. While the greed and desire is still there, it’s no longer sharp. It’s softer, the tides lapping against a hull rather than the middle of choppy waves in a storm. This side is the calm aftermath, full of heat from pure affection rather than the need to devour. And while they’ll have matching marks once their abused skin has a chance to heal, the butcher wouldn’t have it any other way.
He meets Danta’s brilliant blues, feels the heat of his hand as it covers one of his while his thumbs stroke his lover’s cheekbones at ease, relishing in the feel of his fingers in the dark strands of his hair. The silence that falls once Danta’s words have left him is a comfortable, weighted blanket. Heavy and suffocating in the way that makes his heart feel full. He feels wanted, and for a cannibal who had lived most of his life being nothing more than a weapon and disposable, it fills the yawning pit in him that he hadn’t realized he’d had.
He can only hope that he fills the same hole in the Maverick. That he sees him, scars and fears and flaws, and still loves him, wants him, would do everything he could for him.
The kiss to his palm is warm, encouraged by the lick of flame that accompanies the smokey kiss, and the butcher leans in to press his lips to his lover’s temple, tail curling around the two of them to keep them nestled together. “[say]I wish I had my pipe with me.[/say]” He admits, breaking the silence for a breathy chuckle, his nose nuzzling the side of his lover’s face.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-23-2025
Asta does see him, and it's what has Danta shying away sometimes without meaning to. Being seen, being known, had always been used very much to someone else's advantage in the past, and though he knows deep in his heart of hearts that Asta would never be that way with him, old habits die screaming for the Maverick. Still, he's more comfortable with the butcher than he can ever remember being, content to sit in the twilight of candle flame and lanterns from the world outside with little more than their soft breath for company.
Smiling at the lips that brush across his temple, as Asta finally does breath the silence, Danta is quick to let his quiet laughter join in. [say]"I still have cigarettes in my bag from Torchline,"[/say] he offers, nodding towards the wide window. [say]"Want to sit a while?"[/say] He doesn't quite trust himself on his feet yet - not without help getting up, at least - but the offer is a sincere one. [say]"The only caveat is that we leave the lights low. I want to see the ships in the harbour."[/say]
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-23-2025
“[say]Oh do you?[/say]” The butcher practically purrs, tail curling against Danta’s back with anticipation. But he withdraws enough to see the nod toward the window, the suggestion ringing beautifully in his ear - and nostalgically, given that they’d done a similar thing out in Levinsward, back when the butcher had been in an incredible amount of pain.
Nodding gently, he starts to slowly untangle himself from his lover’s arms, helping him up should he need it (he imagines he does). “[say]We can leave them off for all that I care.[/say]” It was still Longheat and they were still radiating heat themselves, anyway. But he punctuates the words with a tender kiss to the corner of Danta’s lips once they’ve finally standing, his arm snaking around the Maverick’s middle, drifting with him toward the bags so Danta can retrieve the cigarettes while he snags a blanket from the bed to wrap around them once they got to the window.
“[say]May I hold you this time?[/say]” He asks after a moment when they’re taking their steps to the window, the sill a rather large bench like Levinsward had been, going so far as to dim the fires in the room down to nothing more than cinders until only the moonlit waters greeted them, reflecting the pale hue against the hulls and sails of ships in the harbor.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-23-2025
[say]"Of course I do. At least enough for us to share, if not more."[/say] Smiling sunnily up at the butcher and, yes, waiting expectantly for them to disentangle their limbs enough so he can grab hold of Asta's hand, Danta draws himself to his feet and stretches his arms above his head, back cracking delightfully. It allows the other man to effortlessly hook his arm around the Maverick's waist, leaving him to fall in step to go and rummage around in their bags.
Procuring two cigarettes with a flourish, it's without a need for matches that he also pads across to the window, his smile growing softer as the lights dim within the room, allowing him to see better outside. [say]"Hm?"[/say] Turning as if surprised by Asta's question, tail flicking at his heels, Danta considers it only for a second before he draws up his glamour with a little shiver, gesturing for Asta to get comfortable first.
[say]"You may,"[/say] he purrs, leaning in to kiss his cheek as if to hide the fact that the butcher has just offered something quite sweet for them both.
RE: april showers - Astaroth - 05-23-2025
More than one cigarette is produced and the butcher is quite pleased with the idea of it as they pad toward the window. Already the light from outside overwhelms the inside, allocating for a beautiful view without the reflection of them staring out at it. But the butcher isn’t peering out at the glittering waves that look like starlight in the night, he’s looking at Danta instead, watching, waiting.
The glamour vanishes, diamond horns melting away into nothing but soft waves of fair hair, and the butcher immediately steps into motion, reaching the bench-like sill. He immediately gets comfortable, back pressed against the edge of the wall that juts out, the wood warm and comfortable and worn where it meets scar tissue and flesh. Reaching for Danta, then, to tug him back into his lap so his back can press against his own, he tucks the blanket up around them, arms winding around Danta’s middle as his tail wags a touch too canine-like.
Resting his bearded chin on his lover’s shoulder, he waits patiently for the cigarette to be placed between his lips before the spark of flame ignites the both of them once they’re ready, and one hand lifts to brush through the Maverick’s hair gently, brushing it back and out of his eyes so that he might get the perfect view of the ships. “[say]It is a lovely view, isn’t it?[/say]” He hums softly, muffled only by the cigarette from where it hangs from his lips.
RE: april showers - Dantalion - 05-23-2025
Waiting expectantly as Asta gets comfortable, the butcher will find Danta very easy to manoeuvre as he's tugged into his lover's lap. Melting against his chest and settling instantly in his arms, if he notices the tell-tale wagging of Asta's tail as he tugs the blankets around them, he opts not to say anything - this time, anyway.
Instead, freeing his arms and the cigarettes to place one carefully between Asta's lips, in no time at all they are able to settle in among soft clouds of smoke, listening to the muffled music and voices outside and the glitter of the ships nearby. [say]"It is,"[/say] he agrees quietly, keeping his cigarette held aloft and turning his head to kiss his lover's cheek.
[say]"Reminds me of Torchline's cranky little sister, almost,"[/say] he continues with a quiet laugh. [say]"Not quite as busy, a little more rough around the edges. At night, though, you'd find it hard to tell the difference, right?"[/say]