[SE] safety off, fire away

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

“Well, yes. That is your status quo, though.” As far as Asta was concerned, the only less reservations the Maverick could have would be napping completely nude in the sun for everyone to see. Which, if they’re both being honest, likely isn’t too far away. But Astaroth selfishly adores the angry sharks adorning the blonde’s shorts, with their sharp triangle teeth that match the butcher’s own.

His head tilts easily with the path that Danta trails his lips, humming a thoughtful sound as the answer comes in precisely what he was imagining the other Ancient to say. And it’s with a dark laugh that purrs out of him, punctuated with the very gasp he’s craving, that the butcher nearly shivers in delight to feel the blunt pinch of Danta’s teeth against his earlobe. “I will not say no, but it does mean we will need to be a touch more crafty with the spark.” His teeth click with the punctuation, even as he lets his hands loosen from their possessive grip to trail blunt nails up the blonde’s spine; smoothing over the expanse of his shoulders to pull him in closer.

At the same time he adjusts his hips, lacking in the heat and attention Danta’s own likely have, but not less interested in it because of the lack of his own body’s reaction. The flush to his cheeks is indicator enough.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"And don't you forget it." Danta grins. They haven't explicitly spoken about it, of course, but the Maverick does wonder if it will be a conversation they need to have soon, about his status quo and where it stands given their feelings for one another, not to mention that he owns a brothel of all places.

Again, though - absolutely not a conversation for right the fuck now.

Not when Asta treats him to exactly what he's craving, Danta smiling a dark kiss against the butcher's cheek as he draws back once more to regard him. "And you said you were a simple man," he whispers; simple men don't need bloodshed to get an erection, Asta, FYI. Luckily for the butcher, they are both quite complex individuals in that regard, and though the other man will definitely feel the firm press of Danta's interest against his belly, the Maverick is confident in his ability to bring him up to speed, so to speak.

"Let's see," he murmurs, leaning in for an almost too-slow kiss, his tongue taking its sweet time in its explorations. "I think I learned this from you." He draws back just enough, and whilst his own teeth aren't all as sharp as the butcher's, Dygra has given him fangs for a reason. It takes little effort for him to nip at his own lower lip, painting it with a steady flow of blood, before he leans in, greedy and hard, to fill Asta's mouth with the taste.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

“How could I ever forget, darling?” He breathes a warm breath across Danta’s skin, he doesn’t think about the implications nor that conversation, even if it’s a ghost in the back of his mind, haunting him with the mere thought. Luckily, those thoughts are far from his mind as he lets Danta withdraw, lips curving into a dark and mischievous smile.

A breathy laugh leaves him as the blonde makes a good point, though. “I redact my prior statement.” He drawls, as if that made him consider he was a more difficult and complex man than he thinks he is. At the very least it doesn’t take much to please him.

He does feel the press of Danta’s arousal against him, and it’s half of the reason the flush remains high on his bearded cheeks. He gives in easily, malleable for the moment to the too slow kiss, until those perfect lips are announcing a trick learned from himself — which is quite intriguing for the butcher, unsure which way he would be leaning with that particular statement.

As it happens, it’s one of his favorites.

And with the iron tang filling the air so vibrantly, the butcher’s breath hitches as he dives into the kiss with just as much greed as before. The iron blooms the heat in him tenfold, threading through his veins like lightning, and Danta would surely feel the way his body starts to awaken as if from a long slumber. Hands grow more possessive, drifting up the back of his head and tangling into loose blond, tugging slightly as a deep rumble slips past his lips and he continues to chase the taste.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Danta will take the rough, possessive touch of the butcher over anyone else's any day of the week, so perhaps that fateful conversation, when it happens, won't be such a difficult one. (Especially if it comes on the heels of a moment like this). His grip tightens around Asta's shoulders, hips grinding forward, and as calloused fingers tighten in his hair he's forced back from the kiss by the tilt of his head, lips still painted crimson, throat bared and his free hand splayed against the butcher's scarred chest.

"Maybe I was wrong," he whispers, gazing down at Asta through hooded blue eyes. "A little blood and you're anyone's." Not simple, not exactly, but not particularly complicated when you know what works, either.

Flicking out his tongue to lick away the blood still flowing freely from his bottom lip, he raises his eyebrows as if to ask if Asta wants to continue to be creative - his throat is on full display for the butcher, after all - or if he's content with the scarlet splash against his mouth, minor as it might be compared to what they'd achieved in, say, the Temple with the stag.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

It’s delightfully subtle, here in the shadow of the parasol on the beach, as Danta’s hips grind against his own and he bares the pale column of hie throat to him. The way he looks is tantalizing, jaw tilted up just enough to peer at him with those vibrant blues half lidded by desire. The butcher’s dark eyes linger on the blonde’s face, tongue dipping out to wet his lips and collect more of that copper taste with a low hum of approval.

His fingertips twitch where they’re tangled in blonde hair, thumb scraping against the sharp nicks of diamond horns as if in consideration. “Alas, not everyone survives it.” Though he doesn’t sound too perturbed by the fact. If anything, his gaze drops to the Maverick’s neck again, before he’s surgi by up and in, breaking the little distance made to press his rust tinted lips against the column of Danta’s throat, cautious enough to only barely press his teeth against the Theocrats pulse.

He sits there for a moment, hands smoothing down from his hair along his back again, craftily pulling him closer with those blunt hands. The action has his teeth scraping, pricking and drawing more beads of blood to the surface that has him muffling a groan into the blonde’s skin. His teeth are quickly replaced with the warmth of his tongue, a trail that pulls him up toward Danta’s earlobe as he pants. “How much of a show are you wishing to give, Dantalion, darling?” He asks in a very husky voice, impossibly more accented than before as his arousal presses against Danta where he keeps the other man settled in his lap.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"I bet everyone enjoys it while it lasts, though," Danta whispers, held very much at bay by the butcher's fingers tight in his hair, preventing him from moving as much as he'd like. (Not that he's at all complaining). Inhaling sharply as Asta rushes forward all of a sudden, the bitten back moan that leaves his throat is as much surprise as pleasure, able to feel each tantalising prick of teeth against his flesh, a pressure he leans into the second the butcher's hands are slipping along the length of his spine.

Coaxed closer - close enough to smell the blood beading up beneath Asta's fangs, Danta relishes the rumble of sound he can feel as well as hear, his own hands greedy against scarred shoulders and dark hair, his head tilting as the other man's lips and tongue migrate up towards his ear. "You could flip me over and fuck me in full view of the beach and I wouldn't care." he moans, pressed flush against the taller Ancient. "But... there is something to be said for having to try to be quiet."

Smirking and rolling his hips against Asta's once again, clearly Danta is game for anything.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

It’s quite possible that they do, though Asta would never know. Nor can he respond, not when he feels for a moment like a lion with a gazelle trapped within his jaws, sharp teeth very lightly piercing the skin. Instead of giving in (and eternally thankful for keeping his bloodlust up to par), the butcher’s lips and tongue take a trail up the side of Danta’s neck toward his ear. His whisper a seductive purr that has his lips quirking into a light smirk to feel the way Danta presses in closer.

“There is, isn’t there?” Nipping at the blonde’s ear only to add the air of sharpness in the click of his teeth, he doesn’t draw blood for that one. He relishes in the hands against his scarred chest and the dark hair, still unimpeded by the horns that usually adorn him, the blonde is treated to a bitten back growl, as if the butcher has already made up his mind.

His hands drift down Danta’s spine, a large hand wrapping around the blonde’s hip to lift him up just enough to slip the shorts bearing those angry sharks off of his hips, drawing back to steal another kiss. It’s chaste and short and simply chasing more of the copper taste as he withdraws slightly. “Let’s try it out, mm?” He pauses, smirking with dark lustfilled eyes. “Ride me.” Comes the deep purr of a demand.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Hissing in a breath to feel the teeth nip at his earlobe this time, Danta doesn't know whether or not he'd prefer to have his fingers tangled around sleek obsidian right now, hanging on for dear life, or if he's enjoying the way he can run his fingers full through Asta's hair. And as the other man's command rumbles through the air between them - as he's moved and adjusted until he can feel the hot breeze caressing his bare skin in places previously covered by fabric - he doesn't really give a damn any more.

"My pleasure," he mumbles wickedly against Asta's lips, already reaching back to free the butcher from his own clothing, the movement taking him barely an inch away from his mouth, but he resists the urge to steal another kiss. "Remember, though - you need to be quiet." As if Asta is going to be the one struggling to keep the noise down.

Hissing in a soft breath and squeezing the hard length of the butcher's cock, Danta's hips tilt forward, pressing him flush against the other man, before he takes him slowly, his breathy exhale all but fluttering across Asta's lips. "Is the beach still empty?" he wonders, every muscle in his torso feeling suddenly tight, and only as he forces himself to relax does a low moan escape his throat.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

Regretting the distance almost as quickly as it arrives, the butcher sighs his relief as his cock springs free, blinking almost lazily at Danta as the comment is made and the warm breath of his laugh caresses the Maverick’s face. “I will not have an issue with that.” He announces haughtily, even as the blonde squeezes his cock and Astaroth’s hands tighten around the other Ancient’s hips, digging more bruises in with the force of it and the sharp and quiet inhale of breath.

It’s one that continues as he bites back the growl that wants to escape, letting it turn into a deep and nearly silent hum as Danta takes him. The question has no answer as of yet, while he forces through the thoughts in his mind, lifting his head up a touch to peer over the blonde’s shoulder, scanning the beach all while his cock throbs within Danta to hear the moan escape.

“For now, darling.” He purrs quietly and breathily. “Though there is someone that seems to be heading this way.” Is what he manages, as if toying with Danta to remain quiet as he lifts the other Ancient, just enough to both pull him back down and drive himself up. A quiet whisper of a growl slips from his lips as he angles his face against the crook of the Maverick’s neck, lips trailing against the exposed skin. “Do you think she’ll notice?” It’s said like a dark challenge, and the blonde will feel the curve of a smirk form on his lips with it.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"We'll see about that," Danta taunts, his fanged smile suggesting that he'll make it his mission to pry apart Asta's control by the end of this, if for no other reason than to prove himself right. (Notwithstanding the fact that he also finds it insanely hot). As the butcher's fingers flex against his hips and he drives himself deeper, however, it's the Maverick biting back against a groan of pleasure, taking his already abused lower lip between his teeth and causing a fresh trickle of blood to drip down his chin.

"Is that so?" he pants, both arms looping around Asta's shoulders now, his head tilting to welcome him against the side of his neck. "I suppose that depends on how subtle we are. We might have to stop entirely until she's gone. Unless..." His fingers slip into the butcher's raven dark hair, smoothing right across the place where one of his horns would usually get in the way.

"Do you want her to notice?" he whispers with a wicked grin, rolling his hips tantalisingly against the other man. "Would that turn you on?"

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

Try as he might, Danta will likely find it to be quite the challenge given how stubborn the butcher can be. So it becomes a little game for himself as well, to not give in despite how hard Danta may try, and they’ll just have to see who’s iron will gives in first.

Smirking to himself as he hears the bitten back sound leave the blonde’s lips, another fresh spark of iron filling the air with their closeness, and he has to keep himself from rocking so obviously up against the Maverick. He keeps his face pressed in, just enough to peer from over the other Ancient’s skin to look at the woman coming their way, dark haired and with a sunhat adorning her, not quite looking their way yet as she approaches.

Danta’s dark voice reaches his ears and his hands brush against parts of his scalp that his horns are blissfully gone from for the moment, allowing that delicate touch. It’s a thought he hasn’t considered, something he hasn’t had a chance to even test, and as Danta’s hips roll tauntingly against him, it’s a near silent hitch of his breath that his cock throbs hard. “What is the worst that happens if she does notice, anyway?” He asks in a heady whisper against the blonde’s ears, hands spreading up against his spine, before dragging blunt nails down hard to leave dull pink marks.

“But… If we try to be subtle and she notices, what then?” He purrs, keeping his eyes on the woman as she continues her approach, still not quite looking their way which allows for him to buck his hips harder against Danta, only slowing just in case she turns her head.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Alas, when it comes to being stubborn they both know that Astaroth almost always comes out on top (literally and figuratively, as it happens), and Danta has never been ashamed of letting anyone know he's having a good time. The odds, therefore, are very much in the butcher's favour. Especially as he reaches up and drags his nails down and across the Maverick's lower back, and the answering hitch of breath is almost a moan, his thighs tightening around the other man's waist.

"That depends on what you think the worst could be," he manages, the words slipping between his lips as his eyes close; he's not facing the beach, luckily, so his expression - softly parted lips, a furrowed brow that's a mix of sheer pleasure and uttter frustration - can say all the things he can't voice out loud. "Maybe she'll call a coast guard. Maybe she'll scream--" His exhale stutters as Asta's hips buck against him, and his cock twitches between them as if begging for attention.

"Maybe she'll stay and watch," he whispers darkly, the words formed around a fanged smile. "I suppose you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

He smirks a touch wider against Danta’s neck, feeling the way he squirms against the butcher. As much as he would love to see the mixture of emotions spread across the blonde’s face, he’s too busy keeping an eye on the beach, hidden behind aviator sunglasses as he watches the woman’s approach.

He’s learning a fair few things about himself right this second, and one of those is when that dark whisper reaches his ear and his hand remains wrapped against the Maverick’s hips while the other snakes between them to give his cock the attention it deserves.

It’s a slow, taunting touch, one that seems to agree with the last suggestion (as evidenced by the twitch of his cock and the huff of hot breath against the other Ancient’s neck). “That we will, mm?” He half asks, half agrees. And as he pauses as if the woman’s turned her head toward them, he keeps Danta pressed flush against him, but the hand between them, hidden, strokes quickly. “She is trying not to be curious.” He announces in a whisper. “And she is giving you a very long look..”

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Oh, fuck..." The curse spills from Danta's lips in a hushed and shuddering whisper, the Maverick's back arching sharply without his permission as a wicked hand slinks between their bodies to touch and stroke and tease. Panting as if the combination of the butcher's hands and cock aren't about to have him losing this fight to stay quiet any second, it's only Asta's words whispered against his neck that give him an anchor to grab onto, his fingers flinching in the other man's dark hair.

"Is that so?" he mumbles, the words forming around a smirk, "I can't-- nn... I can't imagine why." Glancing up and over his shoulder, perhaps only for a second or two - enough for the woman to catch his flushed cheeks and the salacious smile on his lips - she's soon blushing hard and hurrying her footsteps along the beach until they're alone once more. "She's a prude - that's a shame," he says breathlessly, simultaneously rolling his hips against Asta and into his waiting hand, as if to make up for being so still these past few moments.

"I think she liked the look of you, though," he moans, the words pitched low and quiet with considerable effort as he increases his pace. "She might have stayed if I hadn't ruined it, watched you fuck me until you came."

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!