[SE] honey i'm taking no orders

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"Hopelessly at your mercy," Danta admits with a small, coy smile, his fingers brushing softly across Asta's hips and up to his scarred chest, the Maverick carefully kissing away the blood still flowing from the bite he'd delivered to his shoulder. "Gods, sorry about that." He mumbles the belated apology as he examines the wound - not too deep, luckily, but it would certainly mark and bruise and be present for some time.

It takes another few moments before Danta has the strength to carefully draw back away from the other man, flushed and sated and tired in a way that speaks of bone-deep satisfaction. "And how are you finding yourself?" he asks, smirking and stepping away to grab a hand towel from a pile nearby so he might clean himself up, offering one to Asta as well.

"Do you think they heard?" Bouncing his eyebrows towards the door, he clearly means the kitchen and the din he can still hear beyond it.

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

“It’s okay, darling.” Comes the soft rumble, the pushing off of the wound to his shoulder. He’s had worse, and he’s done worse to Danta. And Danta had done worse to him in the past, too. That scar still lingers smoothly along his skin, nestled in and hard to pick out from the gnarled, more formidable scars. This one would likely end up the same, once it went through its healing process. And with it being Deepfrost and his new collection of soft sweaters, it would be more likely to heal without the interference of his usual attire.

Eventually they rise and Asta, still somewhat bracing himself against the door, brushes his hair back from where it had fallen into his face, trying to regain some amount of composure. “Quite well, as it turns out.” He purrs lightly, snagging the offered cloth to clean himself up as well before he’s reaching for his clothes to finish righting himself back into his prim and proper appearance.

He pushes off the door and straightens fully, a low rumbling and still breathy laugh leaving him before he shakes his head with equally satisfied exhaustion. “No, I think we did a phenomenal job.” Twisting toward his lover to invade his space now, he winds his arms around his shoulders and pulls him in for a chaste kiss, pulling away with a smirk. “It was exciting, however, was it not?” He bounces a brow playfully as he squeezes him back.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"I am very glad to hear it," Danta purrs, smiling to see Asta straightening up away from the door without rattling it too much in its hinges. He's just buttoned his pants and pulled his shirt back over his head when the other man invades his space, Danta accepting it more than happily as he leans into the offered kiss. "Exciting? I couldn't keep my hands off you," he murmurs against his lips, offering a sly grin in response and running a hand down his chest over his soft sweater.

"Suffice to say that baking comes with its own hazards when you and I are the ones in the kitchen." Tilting forward for another kiss, his tail curls against Asta's leg for a few moments, before Danta realises that they'll have to now stage their exit from the store room. "Would you say icing sugar would be a good addition to those cookies?" he asks, nodding to a shelf where a box of it sits, as if they'd just stepped in to grab some. No one will believe it, but at least they can all play the game.

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Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

A smile greets the words pressed against his lips, the butcher nodding his head slightly which only causes the light brushing of his nose against the Maverick’s before he withdraws slightly. “I could tell.” Comes the warm purr, arms squeezing lightly around his shoulders before he aims to withdraw, only getting nowhere in particular when the Maverick tilts forward for another kiss – one Astaroth is more than happy to oblige him.

It staunches the response he originally had on his lips, and for a moment he’s overcome with a touch of greed as Danta’s tail curls around his leg and Asta’s winds around his in turn, arms returning around his shoulders tightly as they withdraw and he presses his forehead to the blonde’s, careful to not knock his horns into Danta’s brilliant diamond, humming a soft laugh in response to the comment of hazards.

As for icing sugar, though, and finding an excuse, Astaroth releases him to let his dark gaze flit toward the sugar on the shelf, nodding with that same warm smile. “The sweeter the better, mm?” He touts playfully despite how he nods. “It could not hurt, I am sure.” He steps over to collect the sugar, casting a curious glance around for anything else that might explain why they’d been gone for so long, before finding nothing himself. He turns back to his lover and gestures for the door. “After you, darling.”

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"Oh? I thought I was being quite subtle," Danta lies, evident in the way he's already looping his arms back around Asta's waist, mindful of the wound he's placed on his shoulder as he leans into his warmth. "Exciting as it was, though, I think I have sated this particular fantasy. Next time is your choice." Tipping him a wink and trusting the other man to have plenty of ideas up his sleeves (he's gotten rather creative lately, when it comes to their antics in the bedroom), he finally steps back so that Asta might collect the sugar.

Teasing his fingers through his hair and rolling his shoulders, he follows the butcher's gaze around the stock room and smirks. "You would say that," he rumbles of the sweeter the better, already swanning past him and back out into the kitchen as if they've been mid-conversation the entire time. Which isn't technically wrong. Out on the counter where they've been working, a sizeable quantity of cookies have been left out to cool, and Danta nods his approval. "You still got it," he tells Asta, "even if it has been a while since you baked."

The proof will be in the tasting of course, but Danta plans to do that soon enough too.

~FIN

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!