[SE] everybody is a book of blood

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"You would be quite right," Danta says through a soft huff, though he can't commit to theatrical annoyance with Asta's fingers sneaking towards his nape. His head tips forward automatically, eyes closing as if to better focus on the soft touch by denying his other senses the opportunity to distract him. "I wonder if a yeti would be interested in us after we were statues," he says slowly, unintentionally mirroring Asta's train of thought. "Are they violent for fun, or just for food?"

The key question - are they even real? - of course hasn't so much as occured to him in the scenario.

"I wouldn't," he objects through a scoff of laughter, blinking back up at the butcher at last. "Let me rephrase. I wouldn't if it was in the Tundra. If you can convince a yeti to track us across a nice, tropical stretch of beach in Torchline, then fine. I could be persuaded."

Feeling Asta's fingers tighten in his hair, Danta is tilting his chin up even before the kiss lands against his mouth, and he melts into it automatically. His hand leaves the other man's chest to clasp his jaw, like he can keep him there even after their lungs start burning for breath. It's a sudden shriek of thunder that has him parting in the end, the Maverick flinching despite himself at how close it sounds. "Gods, that's obnoxious when you aren't expecting it," he mumbles.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

Indulging in his lover’s attention as he subsequently focuses on his fingers massage tense muscles in the back of his neck. “Mm, I would hazard a guess and assume they can be violent for fun.” He muses, imagining some kind of yeti that might be offended by something changing in their environment, immediately going on the offense even if it’s an unconscious Ancient statue.

“Of course, darling. It would take some nagging and prodding, but I believe we could manage to convince it to follow us there.” They did have quite the charisma when it came to beasts, and the butcher is confident they could manage it, whether they’re real or not.

He indulges in the kiss, though, nestled in like this is the only place he can imagine being before the scream rain cracks across the sky again in a shriek loud enough that they part. He, too, flinches in spite of himself, a warm laugh leaving him as he wraps his arms tighter around his fiance’s middle. “It’s constant.” He whines, his head tilting back against the little nook they have as he sucks in a dramatic breath only to sigh it right back out.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"Wonderful," Danta mumbles, smirking. "I look forward to persuading a needlessly violent mythical creature from the Tundra and down to the tropics. Maybe we can do it for our honeymoon." The mere thought might have been enough to distract him into sappier territory were it not for the sudden and unwelcome intrusion of the scream rain, the Maverick grumbling his agreement with Asta's whining and nuzzling in closer as he settles back.

"Yes, well," he mutters against the warmth of the other man's throat, "if it must be constant, it could at least be less dramatic about it." Frowning and nibbling at the side of Asta's neck for good measure, Danta eventually peeks out towards the dark sheets of rain beyond the window, scrunching his nose. "I suppose it could be worse," he says, thumb brushing affectionately against the curve of the butcher's jaw. "It could be in here."

Sighing out a long breath, he eventually tips his head back to smile up at his fiance. "Screaming aside, this reminds me a lot of the Sparkbird's Nest," he says idly.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

With the matter settled of their potential honeymoon plans, Asta’s focused on settling back into his dramatics, with everything comfortably perfect aside from the occasionally startling screams that distract the two of them, the butcher has very little complaints. He’s got Danta wrapped up in his arms, they’re comfortably back in their room without any threat of anything nearby, and the little worn spots in his cheeks where the muzzle had sat are starting to get a little less red.

“Mm, I assume the dramatics are the point.” He mutters, before his head is tilting slightly to try and glance down his nose toward Danta. It could he worse, he supposes, though he considers it a few moments longer before snorting. “If it were in here, it would likely have a reason, no? A good reason, at that.” He purrs playfully – his mouth nearly watering with the idea.

But Danta’s looking up at him and the butcher’s gaze softens to see the pretty blues that peer up at him. His hand lifts again, finding the nape of the Maverick’s neck to massage lightly. “It does.” He agrees softly, a small smile tugging on his lips. “I am still quite fond of our time there.” Even if it had started with fuckery and nearly blown everything up between them.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"Ugh, you're probably right," Danta agrees of the drama, however reluctant he might be to admit it. "I'm trying to decide if this means the Mathair really disliked our offerings, or if she actually adored them." He hopes it's the latter; he'd absolutely rain chaos down on someone to show his own appreciation, and perhaps the Leafchange goddess feels similarly.

Asta steals his next response with the soft pressure against the back of his neck, Danta instead grumbling a mix between agreement and annoyance, slouching harder against the other man and letting his fingers drop from his jaw to press once more to his bare chest. "Mm, so am I," he says of the little inn out in the Levinsward. "We should go back there soon, maybe. Revisit the place, see how far we've come."

Smiling up at his lover again then, Danta wisely waits for the next scream of thunder to ripple across the sky before leaning in for a kiss, his lips soft and surprisingly sweet. "For now, though," he half mumbles into Asta's mouth, "can I persuade you to take us to bed? I'm getting worried about doppelgangers and wolf monsters out here."

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Adored. Obviously.” The butcher purrs confidently – not even going so far as to entertain an alternative. They had been beautiful offerings anyway, and if she was upset at their offerings, well, that felt more like a her problem for not being explicit in what she’d prefer rather than anything they did.

Even still, hearing the mumbling and grumbling of his lover, the butcher snorts softly as he radiates heat that the Maverick soaks up. “We should.’ He purrs, perhaps a little home away from home during Deepfrost when they can be cooped up in the inn with each other and the lightning and snow outside their door.

The next screech of rain erupts across the sky and before he can comment on it, Danta’s kiss is sweet and surprisingly gentle, leading him away from thinking it was a distraction. And when he parts, the butcher chases after him for a heartbeat of a second. “It would be my pleasure, mi amor.” He hums softly, shifting now to make sure Danta’s pressed against him perfectly so he can sit up and hoist him up – carrying him the small amount of distance toward their den.

He sets him down and hovers over him, not letting him go for the immediate seconds after – instead, obnoxiously nuzzling in for another kiss with the scream rain deafened by their distance from the cool window, the crackle of the fire, and the curtains draped around their bed. “Better, darling?” He asks, tail wagging behind him in their peripheral.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Shifting so as to let Asta do what he does best in Leafchange - that being to covet Danta like he's something precious - the Maverick relaxes into the other man's arms as the noise from the rain and the thunder fades marginally behind their drapes and is muffled further by the crackle of firewood. His lips part to thank the butcher only to find them occupied instead, Danta's laughter mostly lost in the kiss planted against his mouth. "Much better," he mumbles the moment he's able to speak again, back arching enough to let him fight his way out of the rest of his clothes.

"Now come here and let me love you," he demands, his own tail flicking idly at the tip in its amusement; the closest to wagging that it's likely to get. He doesn't wait for Asta to comply either, Danta shifting back and hooking one of his legs around the back of the butcher's knees to ferry him down too. If he's lucky it will be against his waiting lips, fingers plunging into the dark silk of Asta's hair to keep him close.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Good.” Asta smirks in the moment they have – close but not quite fully parted yet. Instead, the butcher finds himself quite suddenly shuffled forward, with Danta’s leg wrapping around his knees to careen him down with him. It’s a balancing act – because he, too, is still somewhat clothed. And in between that and Danta’s siren song kiss that meets him, the hands that plunge into his hair, Asta shifts to settle comfortably between his fiance’s legs.

He parts from the kiss to trail them along the Maverick’s jaw, as much of a distraction as it is to help him get the rest of his clothes off. “I gladly will.” The butcher purrs against his skin, down along his neck to his shoulder, one hand propping him up while the other cups the blonde Ancient’s cheek and he dives back in for an all-consuming kiss. It’s long and intense enough that he withdraws only when his lungs burn and ache, panting above the Maverick with a wicked gleam in his gaze. “So, what is your plan to love me?” He asks with a sultry smirk, as if willing to hear him out and see what he might have planned.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Moaning a response against Asta's mouth that both does and doesn't tell the butcher everything about Danta's plans, the Maverick tries to explain with every wicked flick of his tongue and press of his fingers instead. He gives the other man just enough grace to free himself of his own clothes before tugging him back down, perhaps offering a little more fight than at the beginning of the season. With Deepfrost approaching he feels like can push Asta's boundaries more now - not much, just enough to remind him that he's also been behaving himself these past few weeks.

"Normally?" He raises his eyebrows up at the butcher, panting softly for breath and tightening his fingers ever so slightly in the back of his hair. "I'd flip our positions and worship you with my mouth until you saw stars. But I don't feel confident in your ability to lay still for that long." With a fanged grin, he leans up for a chaste, almost smug kiss to his lips.

"So I suppose I'll just have to settle for daring you to break this bed with me." Go out of Leafchange with a bang, you know?

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

He can and successfully will see the way Asta’s boundaries get pushed with little to no push back. The ease of getting the harsher parts of this season over with on their own terms at the beginning of the season rather than bottling it up so it explodes randomly throughout it. Which means, when the answer comes and Asta’s essentially bullied back in against the kiss, he can’t deny the way his body shivers with the thought that Danta has.

“That is extremely tempting, darling.” The butcher purrs, body sinking down just enough to ensure the Maverick can feel the arousal that has very little difficulty in sparking this season. So with a coquettish look, the butcher twists them to reverse positions as if to put Danta’s money where his mouth is, and grins up at him with all sharp teeth and a crown of black hair that spreads like a halo around his head. “Why not both?” He tempts him, hand rising to thread through Danta’s golden strands and tug teasingly.

And selfishly, he would like to sleep in a not broken bed for the night, though he’s certainly willing to give it his best attempt.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Oh, Danta's mouth is going somewhere, but it has very little to do with money. Hissing in a breath to feel the press of Asta's cock between them, already he's leaning in for another taste of the butcher's mouth when the world suddenly slips sideways. Clutching onto his lover automatically, he's laughing as he finds himself atop the other man, leaning in to brush his nose against Asta's.

"Is that your way of saying you're worried we might actually manage it?" he whispers, grinning. They've already slept in a bed half burned to cinders, and he supposes he can appreciate Asta's point, especially given his possessive nature and the raging storm outside. The last thing either of them will want is to find somewhere else to sleep.

So instead Danta spends a few moments simply admiring the other man sprawled in the sheets like some dark angel, leaning in to kiss him slowly and gently, before those same kisses start to migrate south across his throat, and then to his collarbones and scarred chest. "Time to see which can keep it up longer - your patience or my tongue," he purrs.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

The brush of Danta’s nose against his own is one that’s soft and still amused as he smirks up at the Maverick. “Worried? No. Confident? Yes.” He smirks, he lets a husky laugh escape him as he starts to settle in against the furs and blankets of their bed.

He’s happy to be admired though, settling in more comfortably, his gaze dark and sultry and he looks up at the Maverick. From this angle, the fire glints faintly from the fireplace and reflects off the golden strands that fall into his face. He brushes it back and out of the way before his hands drop and he settles in.

As Danta leans in and kisses him slowly and gently, he focuses on ensuring he doesn’t rush the process — letting the Maverick take the reins for however long he can withstand it (and with a thought on his mind to stick to it, the butcher’s nearly confident he can manage it), even when Danta’s taunt slips from him as the kisses descend down to his scarred chest.

“We shall see.” He purrs, back arching slightly as Danta descends, if only to be a smidge of a brat about it.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"I'm sure we will," Danta mumbles, smirking to himself and lingering for a moment on the dull scar tissue that spiders across Asta's chest, like he's kissing each one of the old wounds better. Knowing not to linger there too long, he soon drifts further south, hands skimming across the butcher's ribs and down his sides, until he's settled quite comfortably between his legs.

"I've missed seeing you like this," the Maverick whispers, shooting a wicked smile up the length of Asta's body towards him. Missed being the one to tease out pleasure and test boundaries, though of course that's not at all to say that Danta hasn't enjoyed being on the receiving end of his fiance's possessive nature this season.

That doesn't mean he's not going to relish this, though.

Leaving a slow and bruising kiss above the jut of one of Asta's hips, Danta's hands sweep lower, one of them sneaking between the butcher's thighs to encircle the hard length of his erection, squeezing and stroking but seeming in no particular hurry. For a second the Maverick is tempted to see just how thin he might wear the butcher's patience before going any further, but he abandons that thought - luckily - and succumbs to his own temptations in very short order.

He takes Asta into his mouth with a hot and wicked tongue, encouraging the rise of his hips and banishing the need to breathe entirely; and this time, thank the gods, when lightning screeches across the sky outside, he doesn't flinch at all.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

The press of his lips ghost across each of the web of scars that span his chest. It’s attentive in a way that Asta still isn’t used to, regardless of how many times they’ve done this, and he quietly relishes each one. He doesn’t linger there, though, and he captivates the butcher with each sweeping pass of his hands along his ribs and sides until he’s settled precisely where he wants to be.

And all the while Asta has tried to be good — to not rush this. Especially as Danta looks up at him with those vibrant blues, sultry and attentive. The butcher tucks one arm under his head to prop him up a bit more, the other resting above his head against the crown of dark hair. “Oh as have I.” He purrs, his accent far thicker now than it had been earlier.

Anticipation roots in Asta’s stomach, enough that when Danta finally pays attention to his hard length, that a shivery groan leaves him as his legs spread a bit more to give him more room. His cock throbs in his fiancé’s hand with the unhurried stroke that already starts to test his patience — but it’s alleviated in the short span of moments after as Danta finally descends, his hot tongue and wet mouth precisely what the butcher wants, and he rewards the Maverick thoroughly for it. The moan that leaves him is entirely indulgent, with Danta’s name somewhere in the mix. His hips do rise, mindful enough of where Danta’s positioned himself, but not enough to not fully indulge in the opportunity presented to him. The scream of lightning brightens the room temporarily, but Asta’s eyes are only for the Maverick and the view from here as he rolls his hips, selfishly taking what he can and purring his praise. “Gods, you are perfect.”

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///