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

Deals and challenges were the types of things that really gets Asta’s blood going, and with the entirety of it stemming from something that also gets Danta’s heart rate increasing… well, it seems like an easy win-win. So much so, that when his hands tighten in his hair, the butcher’s low hum of approval escapes his throat as he peers down at his lover as the shadows begin to drip from him onto Danta’s chest, splotching the spaces his hands had trailed with little black soot marks (thanks to the dramatic flare of his haunt).

“Yes.” Asta purrs to his question, fingertips drawing idle designs against the lower part of his stomach, as if in anticipation of just what Danta had in mind as a reward. And despite seeing the wickedness of his smile, he doesn’t anticipate the Maverick to offer up something so deliciously perfect that even if Asta wasn’t feeling the effects of Leafchange, he’d still try his damndest to win.

Humming a sound before he’s surging down, hesitating just before he can claim Danta’s lips again, his own brush against his lovers as the words drip from his mouth. “We have ourselves a deal, darling.” It’s cocky and arrogant and his tail squeezes around Danta’s thigh once more before he’s stealing that kiss precisely at the time his hand finally dips down to stroke his cock. And once again, the Maverick would find that without a scent or speck of fresh blood in the air, the butcher's arousal is once again very evident.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

A deal - Danta ought to know before anything else that those words are guaranteed to get his lover's blood pumping, and as they drip from Asta's lips - along with the shadows that seem to coat his pale skin - he's already expecting the kiss when it comes. Humming his approval and need with every flick of his tongue and brush of his fingers, he gasps into the butcher's mouth as his clever hand finally reaches its intended target, Danta's cock throbbing hard in his grip.

And gods, it shouldn't be such a turn on to find Asta so ready to go without his lips coated in blood, but sue him; it's a change, and it's one he plans to capitalise on. "I was going to offer to ride you," he whispers, breathless and needy and begging for more. "But given that you said you wanted the exercise, I'm all yours." However Asta wants, wherever he wants, for however long he wants. But that's always been the case, really, and they both know it.

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

His smile into the kiss twists upright to feel the throbbing desire, swallowing the gasp down as he prolongs the kiss out a touch more before withdrawing. It’s a calculated withdrawal, one that has his dark gaze leaking toward complete onyx as he focuses on Danta’s face, hand still between them working him up in slow languid strokes.

“Oh, is that so?” Comes the contemplation, the momentary hesitation as he considers it, nipping at Danta’s lower lip in a way that won’t puncture but might scratch. “Perhaps I am inclined to see you work hard at tiring me out, then?” A playful suggestion, one that curls around him the same as his shadows do, before he’s withdrawing suddenly.

Not far, don’t worry, but enough to situate himself with his back pressed against their now burnt headboard, legs spread out with his tail flicking against the sheets and a dark playful gleam to his gaze, beckoning Danta closer with nothing more than looks and his body language.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

"You know, part of me thought you'd end up saying that," Danta purrs, his smile slanting towards something filthy and all too pleased with itself. Hissing a soft curse as Asta nips at his lower lip before withdrawing completely, the Maverick is left cursing his decision and already missing the firm hand around his cock as he prowls after him. Tail curling up in delight and the sheet pooling around him as it falls away, he could lose himself forever in the warm darkness of the butcher's stare, and it's a good thing there are other parts of him to enjoy and distract him.

Sitting comfortably astride the other man, Danta wastes no time in leaning in to reclaim his lips, keen to stoke the fire that has already started to catch and burn in his blood. Reaching between them, evidently he's also impatient to pick back up where Asta left off, grasping both of their cocks in one of his hands to deliver a few slow, hard strokes, his hips rocking forward of their own accord and a moan escaping his lips.

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

He also misses the closeness the second he’s parted them, but with the promise in their stares of it not lasting long, he waits. And gods, it’s worth it to see the way Danta prowls toward him. He doesn’t reach out at first, instead letting his lover settle astride his legs, the butcher’s tail sweeping around to tangle with Danta’s own, squeezing like a cat might stretch out its back.

He stretches out languidly once Danta’s settled, hands immediately lifting to stroke along his spine and sides as his lips are claimed. A low grumble leaves him into the kiss, a slow hum before it bursts into a groan that mirrors the moan that pitches out of his lover’s kiss. His cock throbs in Danta’s hold, hips twitching with a hitch of his breath in the kiss. His fingertips dig in, blunt nails dragging down his back to his hips where his hands press in enough to leave more red bruising marks behind.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

Danta kisses his lover like he's the air he breathes, despite the screaming in his lungs that protests that it isn't the case, and when he does finally break away from him, it's with flushed cheeks and rough panting, pressing his forehead against Asta's. "Fuck, I want you," he whispers breathlessly, even as his hand continues to work between them. Running his tongue across his teeth and groaning something that wants to be restraint but utterly fails, it's of little surprise that the Maverick soon shifts back, abandoning their mutual pleasure to focus on Asta's erection, bracing his other hand against the headboard.

Shifting to press himself flush against the other man, Danta leans in for a surprisingly gentle kiss, even as he guides Asta against him and slowly sinks himself down onto the butcher's cock. Gasping a soft breath against his lips and pressing his now free hand to the other man's chest, it takes a dizzying few seconds to get himself accustomed before, with an indulgent roll of his hips, he starts to ride him.

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

The air between them is warm, a flaring fire of their shared breaths as Danta presses his forehead to the butcher’s. And Asta, for his part, indulges in the touch all while focusing his hands on all the parts of his lover he more or less doesn’t often fuss over. Today is the full admiration, the reverence in which he’s deigned to let Danta take the lead in riding him towards exhaustion.

“Then come here, darling.” His voice drips with arrogance and his hands and legs move to help Danta situate himself, focusing quite hard on not snapping his hips up into him before the Maverick has a chance to readjust himself. It doesn’t take long, mercifully, and without zero qualms about his own quietness, he ensures the approving moan that passes his lips is all encompassing.

His hands remain at Danta’s hips, tail still interlocked with his lover’s like they’re two puzzle pieces just fitting perfectly together, and within those few seconds of preparation, the butcher’s length and core ache and throb with absolute desire. “Gods, you feel so good.” It's only for a moment before Danta’s starting to move and Asta’s hips hitch up greedily as he groans against Danta’s lips, head tilting back to where his horns and their vast crown of tines spread out in black inky shadows above the headboard.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

Danta's breath hitches sharply at the first hard thrust of Asta's hips against him, the flush to his cheeks growing a touch darker as heat flares through his body. "Not as good as you," he protests, a wicked smile starting to curl at the corners of his mouth before his expression dissolves into utter pleasure, his hand leaving the headboard to grasp at the butcher's shoulder for leverage. Embers flicker beneath his fingers, the fire soaking into his lover's olive skin, and he can't help the way he leans in for a quick kiss.

"I love it when you fuck me like this," he whispers, lips ghosting along the edge of Asta's jaw so he can nip at one jewelled earlobe, before sitting back to focus on their mutual pleasure. Already his hips are starting to ache deliciously with the effort of it, and whether or not this manages to tire Asta out is suddenly irrelevant.

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

The flame burns between them, the wicked smile that blooms before it becomes the spark of desire and pleasure has him shivering in delight to see it. His dark gaze, half lidded enough to watch while also indulging in his pleasure. The pressure to his shoulder and to his chest are welcome, as is the fire that burns against his skin so delightfully that his tail curls tighter around Danta’s, winding together in a squeeze of pleasure that pairs with the rough growl that erupts from his throat right into his lover’s kiss.

A quiet laugh escapes him, one broken up by the pleasure of the movement they create. His head tilts into the nipping at his ear, the glittering bloodstone made dark by their shadows but flickering with the embers. “Gods, I love you.” He says instead, shivering when he sits back, the pleasure sparking all those vibrant electricities in his spine. His hips rock into Danta’s as his heartbeat races, thundering in his neck and against his scarred chest where Danta’s hand is placed, one of his hands lifting to cup his cheek, to thread through his blonde locks, tugging where it catches on tangles from the night.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

Trying and failing to bite back another moan as he sits back, Danta meets Asta's gaze with blue eyes hazed with lust, lips softly parted to snatch in breath whenever possible. He's about to respond in kind - I love you too - just as the butcher's fingers tighten in his hair, and though his mouth is halfway to forming the words, nothing escapes other than a rough cry of pleasure, his back arching to meet Asta's every thrust.

"Fuck--" he whispers, fingers flinching ever so slightly over the other man's chest where he can feel the thunder of his heartbeat and every pulse of hot blood begging to be nipped to the surface. "Gods, touch me," he all but begs, rocking his hips in earnest now, his aching cock still very much ignored between them. It's all Danta can do to keep himself steady, and so without an extra hand, he's utterly at his lover's mercy.

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

It’s all done on purpose, the way he lets Danta drive them both closer toward the edge, working out the nerves that have flared under his skin. Such that when he hears the honeyed words slip from his lover’s throat, his hands tighten in their respective places, before the hand digging into Danta’s side starts to move down toward the other Ancient’s forgotten cock, a smirk blossoming that’s intermixed with the lines of pleasure that flare through the splotchy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, and what do you say, Dantalion, love?” It’s his own quiet demand as he rocks his hips up into Danta’s with a ruthless pace at odds with the suggestion that’s poured from his lips. Each thrust becomes more and more punishing, deftly slipping his hand between them to give some attention but not all of it. And only when Danta says please will the butcher finally grant him the relief of his hand mirroring the pace they’ve set, all while his other hand tightens and tugs in the long blonde strands currently wrapped around his fingers.

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

Danta ought to have seen this coming, the moment he made the decision not to mind his manners, but as Asta's smirk curls across his lips like something secret and sinful, the Maverick would make the same choice again in a heartbeat. His lips part to give the other man what he wants, his full name searing through his blood like a brand, but as the butcher's hips snap up and his fingers move teasingly closer, whatever words that have formed give way to a breathless groan of near bliss.

The fiery hand on his lover's shoulder sneaks towards the back of his neck, Danta's head tilting back to expose his throat as Asta's fingers tighten in his hair. "Please, fuck--" he moans, thighs tightening around the butcher's waist, his hips moving of their own desperate accord. And gods - gods - when Asta does finally give him what he wants, the Maverick is already lost.

The intensity of his climax is enough to freeze the breath in his lungs, thundering through him and causing his hips to stutter. It's a few long seconds before he can snatch in a shaky gasp of air, exhaling it in a hissed curse and collapsing forward, boneless with ecstasy, into Asta's arms.

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

He feels the trajectory of Danta’s fingers as it threads away from his shoulder to the back of his neck, tangling in the sleep tousled strands of black that have only become a touch more knotted with their actions of the morning and his surprising carelessness at fixing it. But like a shark that scents blood, when Danta’s readjusting and his neck becomes exposed, well, who is he to deny himself?

Especially when his lover is so good at knowing when to press those buttons. So when the please comes and Astaroth finally wraps his hand around his lover’s cock, it’s purpose driven for the both of them, even as he feels the Maverick come undone within mere moments.

“There you go, darling.” It’s a gritty purr, a low hum of praise before Asta’s hips snap those last few punishing motions, meeting his lover halfway when he collapses to bury his face into his neck, biting down as gently as he can to swell the blood he doesn’t feel he really needs right now, but knows it’ll certainly do the trick.

The growl that escapes him the second the iron hits his tongue is nothing short of feral. His climax reaching a point before his hips snap with less and less intensity, distracted as the weightlessness blossoms like static in his limbs. His arms shift, wrapping around Danta’s middle as his tail curls in complete delight around the other Ancient’s own, and he lingers there in the crook of his shoulder with panting breaths to accompany the low, hoarse hum of “you are perfect.”

Astaroth

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

don't you ever tame your demons

It's with numb fingers that Danta coils his arms around Asta's shoulders, nose buried in his dark hair, heedless of being pricked by the sharp tines of his horns. He can feel his pulse everywhere, it seems, the tip of his spaded tail flicking contently where it's tangled against his lover's, and in response to the butcher's remark, Danta can offer little more than a groan of protest. No, you're perfect, he wants to say, but those sorts of gooey compliments will have to wait for at least a few more minutes.

For now his tongue is incapable of speech and his body can do little more than wrap itself around Asta's, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath. Eventually, a soft and almost disbelieving laugh rumbles up in his chest, the Maverick turning to press a kiss against the other man's temple. He can't find the strength just yet to sit himself back, so when he speaks at last, the words are rough and mumbles against his lover.

"Gods. You can fuck me like that again any time you like. Starting in like... twenty minutes though, if that's good for you." Any sooner than that and Danta might actually pass out.

Dantalion

but always keep 'em on a leash