from the start

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

He thought Danta would like the sound of that. Multiple spaces considered as theirs, not one or the other’s, and while it feels quite permanent and daunting, there's something about the ease of this that makes those worries vanish. Especially when there’s the mixture of heat of the hot springs and themselves, radiating like furnaces as he does press closer at the slight beckoning of Danta’s hand around his waist.

Pressed up against the Maverick, the butcher’s grin lifts toward an amused smirk, snorting his laughter alongside. “You are right. I would be mortified.” He admits with a playfully dramatic sigh. One that has his head tilting forward until his forehead presses against the blonde’s, lips still stretched over his sharp grin. “I have come quite far. And I have no one but you to thank for it, darling.” Comes the soft purr, hand continuing to comb through blonde tresses.

His other hand comes up to wind higher around Danta’s shoulders, boxing him into the space of utmost affection, sure that he wouldn’t mind this kind of caging. After all, he had mentioned in the past that he enjoyed being pinned by him. And maybe it’s the mixture of that, plus the days hard work, plus the butcher’s good mood, but he hums a content little “So, thank you, Dantalion.”

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

"I daresay you being mortified would have only amused me more," Danta admits with a crooked smile, lifting his head enough to meet Asta as he leans in, eyes slipping shut to enjoy the warmth of the other man's body, the touch of his hands, the way he can feel his breath caressing his lips.

"Mm, surely I can't take that credit. You did all the work, after all," he purrs. Granted, the Maverick had sent all of those lovely ladies and gentlemen to the butcher's room to turn away before actually showing up himself, so perhaps there's a kernel of effort on his part.

Either way, those thoughts completely vanish as he glances back up at Asta, all but pinned against him, the sound of his full name tumbling from his lips sending a plume of heat curling straight south. "My pleasure," he whispers, fingers spreading in a starburst against the other man's lower back, brushing against the base of his tail, and he leans in for another soft and all consuming kiss.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

“Of course, because my embarrassment is your entertainment.” He teases. Does he think it’s true? Sometimes. As of late, though? No. And besides, the butcher thinks he makes up for it in moments like this. And as for work? Well, he’d only offered the admissions and the understanding of how he worked, and Danta had figured that out and had ran with it once they were more willing to be open to one another.

But, if he wants to give him the win on that one, Astaroth will let him.

His smile twists into a smirk as if he’s watching the flush of heat bloom in real time against Danta’s skin, his own pen long with goosebumps to feel the starburst against his lower back, giving into that all consuming kiss with plenty of greed of his own. He can’t say anything in return and so he chooses to do it with his body, pressing in to pin the Maverick with his chest, one arm abandoning Danta’s shoulders to slide down his side, dragging blunt nails along pale, smoothly scar flecked skin. He deepens the kiss as well, aiming for stars to bloom in their eyes before he parts for air.

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

"It certainly used to be," Danta agrees - used to being the objective point, of course. Either way, he's not keen to continue their conversation when his lips could be doing altogether more interesting things, as Asta demonstrates quite wonderfully, and it's with a soft moan rising in his throat that the Maverick finds himself happily pinned between the side of the hotspring and the man he loves.

Wanting to feel the other man's teeth and tongue all over him, Danta settles for being ravaged with kisses for now. With fingers tightening in Asta's hair and his hips tilting forward at the touch of the butcher's hand against his side, by the time he does have the sense to pull back it certainly feels as though there are stars dancing in his vision. Panting softly and blazing a further trail of kisses against Asta's neck between snatches of breath, the hand against his lower back is already straying further, giving his ass a gentle squeeze.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

There are more interesting things that could be happening rather than continuing the conversation, and that’s precisely what Astaroth intends on. The moan is a lovely touch, bubbling up and spreading more of that warmth that seems to radiate between them, bolstered by the heat of the hot springs, steaming up around them in a heavy humid plume.

It’s comfortable, though, and it gives the butcher more than enough time to indulge in the perfect press of their lips, the greed and the taste of the Maverick on his tongue without the need for blood just so far. Conditioned as he is, the butcher’s quite pleased with his dexterous make out session as to have not sliced his or Danta’s tongue on his too sharp teeth. Instead, as the Maverick’s hips tilt into his own, the butcher’s hand snakes around the outside of his thigh, lifting so that the blonde could wind his leg around the butcher’s own. And in an air of testing the other man’s flexibility (which he knows is already quite something), he presses in again to push Danta’s chest back ever so slightly above the edge of the rock.

It's precisely the time that Danta’s copped his feel and between the starry breathlessness Astaroth is currently enduring, a charmed yet breathless laugh is drug out from the recesses of his lungs, while his hand in Danta’s hair tugs lightly before moving to cup the back of his head as the butcher utilizes the time to keep letting the Maverick touch wherever he pleases, but selfishly allowing himself the moment to nose his way in and press lingering, possessive, claiming kisses to the column of his Theocrat’s throat. It’s been a while since he has laid claim, after all. The marks are gone (or as close to it as could be, he hadn’t checked before he’d decided to reapply them).

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

Easily manoeuvred by the coaxing of Asta's skilled hands, Danta's leg lifts to hook around the other man even as he inches further into his space. He arches back as if Asta is leading him in a dip as part of a dance, the movement enough for the Maverick to huff a quietly amused laugh against the butcher's throat. But then the fingers in his hair tighten and he draws back enough to feel their positions reverse.

Uttering a soft gasp at the familiar press of lips and teeth, Danta's eyes drift shut as he imagines the shape of the bruises Asta will kiss into his skin, his fingers already teasing around the waistband of the butcher's shorts beneath the water. "I want you," he whispers, the husky tone of his voice almost lost in the mop of Asta's hair as he turns his head to nose into the dark locks, caring little for the way one of the tines of his horns open a shallow cut on his cheek.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

It is akin to a dip in a dance, only with this one the butcher fully intends on tangoing in more ways than one. It’s intimate and close, warm and surprisingly sweet, and the gasp that slips from Danta’s lips is one that he relishes in. It only adds to the heat that begins to envelop him and spurs him on further to place those bruises along the pale column of the blondes neck.

Humming his own deeper tone to Danta’s whisper, the butcher draws back slightly once he can scent the tinge of iron on the air, nosing his way up to press a kiss against the shallow cut, breath stuttering slightly as he lets it fully wind him up.

“I want you too, darling.” He purrs, withdrawing to cast that too sharp, saccharine grin down at Danta before he both bites the inside of his cheek and dives in for a kiss to share the copper taste. It’s aimed to be a distraction, of course, as his hands abandon any previous paths to slide down the Maverick’s chest to the waistband of the shark shorts, not hesitating for a second as he aims to tug them down, returning his hand to ghost and glide across the inside of the Maverick’s thighs on a clear yet teasing trajectory.

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

Humming a soft complaint to feel Asta withdraw, it's with the smallest hint of confusion in his face that he watches the other man lean in to seemingly kiss his cheek. Only as the sweet sting of it floods through him does he realise why, Danta's smile one of crooked understanding, though before he might offer any comment on it, Asta leans in and his mouth fills with the taste of iron and honey and smoke.

As distractions go it's a very good one, the Maverick lost in I want you toos and the way every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake. It's enough that he far from minds as the butcher's clever fingers tug at his shorts, Danta adjusting himself so as to not make it too difficult a thing for him to accomplish. "Not darling," he whispers, shivering at the hand teasing across his inner thighs and, perhaps surprisingly, turning in Asta's arms to press himself back against his chest.

"Call me the other one." Smirking over his shoulder, while he might be all mischief and foreplay, the request is still an earnest one, Danta nosing gently against the butcher's jaw.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

Hands move deftly as Danta begins to twist, as the warmth of his back presses against the butcher’s chest. “Mm, no?” He meets the other Ancient’s smirk with one of his own, his hands smoothing over the curve of Danta’s ass as he leans into the touch at his jaw. His thumbs slide up, gliding against the hollows above his hips, rubbing a circle into the space above the Maverick’s tail. “You want to be called love?” He thinks that’s what Danta means, but he gives him the option to correct him.

It isn’t a long moment of pause, though, because one hand slides up and around the sharp jut of the blonde’s hip, curving down to brush his fingertips along the other Ancient’s cock. It’s paired with the fiery press of bloody kisses that press between the Theocrat’s shoulder blades (incidentally over a mark that he’s fairly confident he’d left him), then nosing up to the nape of his neck through the strands of wet hair. “Do you want me to ruin you, love?” Comes the husky purr from his lips pressed to damp skin.

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

Shifting automatically against the fingers that press along his skin and up towards his lower back, Danta's tail flicks lazily beneath the water, trying to coil itself around Asta's calf. "That's exactly what I want to be called," he purrs, his breath catching in his throat to feel one of the butcher's wicked hands go wandering. Bracing against the hot stone before him, the Maverick's eyes slip shut to block out the world, reducing sensation down to the heat of the man behind him and the pressure of his touch.

He hasn't accounted for the accented rumble of Asta's voice, though, Danta huffing out a shivery, surprised sound, his cock throbbing hard into the other man's hand. "More than anything," he whispers, voice rough with need, his fingers flinching against the rock. "If that wouldn't be too much trouble."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

Danta’s tail tries and succeeds in its attempt to coil around the butcher’s leg – a mirror in the way his own tail sweeps within the heated water to wind itself around the blonde’s opposite leg. Connected not unlike a circuit as Astaroth’s focus is entirely on winding up the Maverick, in which it seems he’s already gotten a good start with. His hand glides beneath the water as he huffs a breathy laugh in confirmation of what the Maverick wished to be called.

And as he gives his attentions in the form of bloodstained kisses up the other Ancient’s spine and his fingertips ghost along Danta’s length, he can feel the throb just as much as he can feel the shivers spark down the blonde’s skin against lips still pressed to the back of his neck. “Trouble?” He asks, sounding mischievously bewildered, withdrawing from the other Ancient’s back where he’d blanketed it moments before but intending to make the momentary loss of him not as harsh.

His hand wraps around Danta’s cock but doesn’t move, not as Asta readjusts behind him. His own length filled out and now pressing against the smooth curve of Danta’s ass in yet another tease. “I did offer, did I not?” His voice drops in a low purr, his free hand slipping up under where Danta’s arm braces himself against the stone, to glide along Danta’s chest up toward his throat, cupping it softly. “I am sure I can handle it, and you, love.” Both of his hands squeeze for a heartbeat of a second in each respective locations on Danta’s body, Astaroth’s dark eyes focused intently on the blonde’s as if he might be able to see any other reactions.

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

Danta relishes hearing that word - trouble - whispered against the back of his neck, his body feeling tense and relaxed all at once as Asta continues to stroke and touch and tease him. "You did, but you can be quite mercurial when you choose to be," he mutters, hissing in a breath at the butcher's sudden absence - though of course his hand stays in exactly the right place.

Blue eyes flutter open and his head tilts back at the other hand that comes to join in the fun, his gaze dark with arousal, teeth drawing a bead of blood against his lower lip as he bites it, savouring the pressure against his throat and his cock at the same time. "Take me and find out," he rumbles, tail squeezing around Asta's calf as if to try and draw him forward.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know

Where Danta intends to or not, he often is and has been trouble for the butcher. But it is no means a terrible thing – given the taller Ancient’s appreciation of such endeavors. The fact that he craves it on occasion. Still, the butcher snorts to hear the response about his ever changing moods, he’s very much invested in seeing this one out. And it helps that between the hot water of the springs, the steam, the heated rock they also can absorb the heat from, the butcher finds himself quite relaxed.

Not unlike that time on the beach.

“Eager, are we?” He purrs, hand sliding up Danta’s neck to his jaw, to where his thumb can swipe at the blood that beads to the surface, all while rewarding him still with the hand that strokes an easy and languid pace against the Maverick’s hard cock. The tail squeeze is a nice touch and it causes him to begin to give in, rolling his hips slowly in another taunting tease, just to be as much trouble to Danta as the Maverick often is to him.

But it doesn’t last long, because as he gets Danta precisely where he wants him, lined up and beautiful before him, wrapped in tendrils of steam that rise from their bodies, the butcher sinks in slowly with a stuttered breath of his own, hand still just as languidly paced, but his other hand at the Maverick’s lips now slip his bloodied thumb into the Maverick’s mouth.

Astaroth

maybe you just like the control

// you knew who I was //

At least one of them is relaxed; then again, there's no one Danta would rather be frustrated by than the butcher, and gods if he hasn't gotten good at teasing and flirting and fucking over these past few seasons. "Have you seen you?" His laugh is a rough and reckless thing, the Maverick rolling his hips back as he feels the press of the other man's cock, as if he might encourage things along. Alas, Astaroth's patience is second to none (at least right now), and so Danta has to submit to his desires.

Moaning softly against the thumb that presses to the cut on his lip, his lips part for it just as the butcher enters him, dragging a moan of anticipation mingled with satisfaction from his lips. "Gods, I love your cock," he says through a dark chuckle, his tongue flicking out against Asta's thumb, his lips closing softly around the digit as he encourages the other man's hips to buck and roll into him.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //