the holy blade

there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet

Content to fill in the gaps, to let himself ooze in a way that blurs the line between where he ends and Danta begins, the butcher’s head tips into the affections that are placed upon him. The gentle nuzzles, the sprawled closeness, the heat that sparks between them without the actual fire to burn away their sheets. His hand returns to soft strokes through the blonde strands rather than the tight hold he’d had before, nuzzling into the press of his lover’s lips to his temple as if they’re his guiding light.

He's still trying to catch his breath, too, and when he hears the exhausted rumble of Danta’s voice, he finds that while the itch isn’t completely sated, the sensation is far better than it had been before. This, he can work with. He can manage. And so he huffs a soft, breathless laugh against his lover’s neck, trailing his kiss up from the bloodied, marked shoulder to his jeweled ear. “Set the timer, then.” He teases, his voice still rough and sharp, laced with his accent far deeper than he usually keeps it.

His tail loosens around Danta’s own and he shifts slightly once he feels like he can move again, drawing Danta up and close against him, tight and comfortable in his embrace as he litters him with more of his affection. “I do, however, think you may have actually exhausted me enough to get a nap in.” Pulling away enough to let his dark gaze scan the Maverick’s, he has to say he imagines Danta would probably like that too.

Astaroth

it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get

don't you ever tame your demons

Danta might have said twenty minutes, and Asta might have agreed to start a timer, but although the Maverick is smirking his agreement, his silence ought to be more of an indicator than anything else that he's about to drop off no matter what they decide. Lifting his head just enough to let Asta's kisses migrate from his neck towards his ear, he turns his head to take advantage of the change in position and obnoxiously smooch the butcher's cheek.

"Oh? A nap? How generous of you," he purrs, his tail sweeping contently across the sheets behind them, his words almost mumbles against Asta's jaw. "I won't say no." Can't say no, but he's not about to admit to that. "Just... you might have to be the one to get us horizontal again. I'm not sure I can feel my legs." His laughter is pleased above all else, as if this is a sign of a job well fucked.

It does mean the rest of the work is all on his lover, though. He'd apologise if he was remotely sorry.

Dantalion

but always keep 'em on a leash

there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet

Nestling in as Danta presses the smooch to his cheek, there’s a low laugh that slips from him with the air of exhaustion in the sigh that comes after. His head tilts up a touch as the mumble presses into his bearded jaw, the butcher’s hand sweeping up to brush his blonde hair over his shoulder, willing his shadows to vanish if only to let the bit of light peek in to let Danta become golden and prismatic.

“Happy to hear I did a wonderful job.” He teases, exhaling his rumble of a laugh as he does begin to move them into a proper sleeping position. He’s half on his side and half on his back, ensuring Danta can rest against the gnarled knots of his scars, while he works to tug their sheets and furs up around them in a warm cocoon that would be far too hot for anyone who wasn’t Ancient. But for them it’s absolutely perfect. “Sleep well, my love.”

Astaroth

it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get

don't you ever tame your demons

"And then some," Danta rumbles approvingly, grinning and letting himself become little more than a warm weight in Asta's arms as the butcher works to rearrange them. Shifting just enough that he's able to nestle into the warmth of his chest and to curl his arms aorund him in turn, the Maverick's face is mostly buried in the crook of his lover's shoulder by the time they are settled, the soft rays of light peeking in through their drapes catching rainbows in his horns.

"Mm, you make sure you do too," he manages, fingers absently sketching their devotion against the small of Asta's back, though it's not long at all before they still, before Danta's breathing becomes deep and heavy, and he's completely out for the count.

~FIN

Dantalion

but always keep 'em on a leash