[SE] safety off, fire away

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

A dark husky laugh is whispered against Danta’s skin, lips parting slightly to brush against the column of his throat in the soft space beneath his ear. He can feel the war raging within the other man, especially before his whisper reaches him. Once it has, though, and the blonde is catching his own glance backwards, a soft snort leaves him as he watches the realization sink into the pretty brunette, before she’s practically speeding across the beach.

They’re alone once more and Astaroth relaxes a fraction, withdrawing his head enough to trail his lips along the drying stream of blood from Danta’s chin, painting his own a deep copper ruby as his hand slows slightly, only to be made up for with the sudden jolt of hips moving against his own. It takes him a touch by surprise, a louder growl escaping him that he bites back with the sharp inhale of breath. “Ah— she was, wasn’t she?” He says, entirely distracted, focusing on tightening his hand around the Maverick’s cock, stroking equally as quick as their hips rock.

Danta’s hips increase in their pace and Astaroth’s do in turn, with the beach empty once more aside from them and the waves crashing against the shore, he peers up at Danta with a heavy lidded gaze. “Perhaps she would have wished she was you.” He purrs around a too quiet rumble of his own pleasure, moving his legs just enough to drive himself up into the other man harder, like he’s chasing his pleasure.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Danta's head tips back all too willingly, feeling the hot press of Asta's lips and tongue against his throat as a secondary pleasure to the fire beginning to smoulder and rise against the base of his spine. "Yeah, she was," he all but moans, though he's momentarily forgotten what they were talking about in lieu of the thrust of the butcher's hips beneath him, fanning those flames into a blaze.

It doesn't help as Asta gazes up at him, the Maverick all but cradling the back of his head, fingers twisting in his dark hair, bloody lips parting to lean in and drop a hasty kiss against his mouth. "I bet she did," he whispers, mischief lacing through his tone even as his voice grows a touch tight with mounting pleasure. "Who wouldn't wish they were me right now? I get to feel your cock in me, and have your mouth on mine. Fuck, Asta--"

Evidently Danta has wound himself up in the process of all of this, and words fail him as he bites back a moan, leaning into the fingers stroking against his cock.

'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 a burn that has been stoked within him, slowly but assuredly, mounting into a growing pressure that blossoms through him, spiderwebbing heat through each of his veins in an electric spike. His hornless head is cradled and he’s content to peer up at him all the more if he gets to receive this kind of attention. Even if the kiss is chaste, he presses up as if to follow before Danta’s voice reaches him.

It’s the mischief, the explanation, that has him flashing a too sharp and knowing grin up at him, his hand slowing against Danta’s cock as if to ward his orgasm away stubbornly, momentarily, to relish in the look and feel of the other man leaning forward into him. From here, he gets that bouncing view of the sun illuminating Danta’s back from the shade of the parasol, the way the diamond horns glint and cast moving rainbows across the underside of the umbrella. He looks like the sun, like something holy, something of pure divinity, and it causes the butcher’s hips to stutter in their movements as he lets the groan slip past his lips.

Leaning up and catching Danta’s lips in his own chaste kiss, he randomly strokes a few times lower, lazily, languidly. “You, mm, do not get to cum until I tell you to.” He tests the water in a husky and arrogant, thickly accented voice, especially as he glances over the blonde’s shoulder as if spying yet another person joining the beach for a stroll, before his dark gaze returns to the vision of gold he’s buried into.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

"Shhh," Danta hisses as he hears a groan finally rumble through Asta's throat, the word framed by a smile as if he hasn't been losing steady control of himself for a while now as the seconds have passed. Hypocrite or no, though, the Maverick would be lying if he said he hasn't been looking forward to hearing the butcher admit to the pleasure coarsing through the both of them, though as he speaks again, it's with a hushed gasp - a mix of annoyance at the hand slowing against his cock and surprise at the words - that Danta tries to focus.

"Or what," he moans, tail high and curling with frustration, though for now, at least, he seems content to play Asta's game. It doesn't stop the buck and roll of his hips, though, as if Danta can persuade the butcher to keep pleasuring him merely by the movement of his body and the hand around his cock. He nips at Asta's lower lip, allowing him to peer back over his shoulder if only because he can tilt his head and speak filth against the other man's ear.

"You feel so good - tell me I can cum," he whispers, his voice rough with a moan he's doing his best to cage back. "Please."

'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

The shh is merely forgotten as the carefully constructed mask begins to fall off, cracking against the sand, allowing for that comment to bypass his bloodstained lips. Only when the question hits his ears does the smile return to Danta, cocking his head very obviously. “Or I stop.” He hums, as if making a show of doing just that with how his hand withdraws from the length of the other Ancient’s cock.

The nip sparks a flaring of his nostrils with a huff of a sound, biting it back as he looks over Danta’s shoulder to see the shadow of someone’s approach. This person is hard for the butcher to make out with the distraction from Danta’s tone, with the insistent roll of his hips against the butcher’s own. “Be good,” comes the purred demand, punctuated by the press of his teeth against Danta’s neck, trying to focus.

In the end, though, he doesn’t care what the stranger knows and sees, or whether they stay and watch. All he does care about is letting that flame become an inferno, and the second his teeth draw blood does the butcher’s hand return to Danta’s cock with more speed, as if trying to get him to reach his orgasm, as if giving in to the please. “Mmm—You may.” He finally decides, because the second Danta does, the butcher will lose himself in turn too.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Barely feeling the prick of sharp teeth as they draw blood, barely smelling the tang of iron in the air, the only thing Danta is cognizant of is the sound of permission and the skilled hand that has tightened back around his cock. Asta will have to be the one to decide whether he's succeeded in being good, because as the whipcrack of pleasure snaps up the length of his spine and into his throat, as the pressure that has been building these past few minutes finally crests and buckles, he has no idea whether he's able to be quiet.

Whoever is approaching might end up hearing more than they bargained for, or Danta might have been able to succeed in wrapping Asta's name around a stifled moan, teeth clenching tight as he buries his head in dark hair and the smell of smoke and rum and honey. Regardless it's a well-earned orgasm as far as Danta is concerned, the Maverick lost in the throes of it for longer than feels possible, such that when he finally realises he's been holding his breath, it leaves him in an audible gasp and a hard panting of breath.

With numb fingers he clutches the butcher closer to him, nowhere near ready to give up the moment yet, and there could be a dozen people or more on the beach by now - they'd have to pry Asta out of his cold, dead hands before he lets him go.

'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 the few blissful moments of Danta’s destruction, and Asta with his teeth buried in just enough to spark blood but not take, finds himself dragged that much closer. But it’s surprising, for him, because while the blonde may not know whether he’s quiet or not, the butcher does. And he’s succeeded in the task, with the bit back, muffled hum of his name, the way the Maverick bucks against him, has absolutely caught attention even if the quiet sounds haven’t. And he can’t say anything in response, either, not with where his teeth are.

He’s clutched closer, unable to see whether the stranger has accrued more to the beach or if they’ve simply vanished. What he does know, is that with Danta’s hands where they are at the nape of his neck, it makes it all the easier for him to lose control over the glamour, sparking those horns back into a heavy weight that has him diving further against Danta’s neck, chasing the iron and copper taste on his tongue as his tail unfurls and curls tightly around an exposed leg.

It’s the last few seconds of dragging out Danta’s pleasure before the butcher follows after, surprisingly losing their little bet with the muffled growl that escapes his lips louder than they’ve been trying to be, with how his hips buck sharply into the other Ancient.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Luckily for them both, Danta neither knows nor cares where their friend on the beach has gone - as the soft growl hits the air and the butcher's horns and tail appear, the Maverick can only huff out a quiet, almost pleased moan before he's carried away by the force of Asta's climax. His fingers remain gentle at the nape of his neck, though around his shoulders he does press the other man as close as he dares, and in the breathless few moments afterwards, where the world feels suspended on a wire and they can do little more than drift around it, Danta finally lets himself breathe.

Slow hands stroke along the broad expanse of the butcher's shoulders, tracking every deep scar and nick and bruise, before smoothing down across his shoulder blades and back, languid and lazy. He tilts his head to rest it against Asta's, careful now of the oil slick shimmer of obsidian that has appeared, and its with a bloody smile that he turns to press a kiss against his hair. "I heard you," Danta whispers, his voice rough and amused, though no part of him sounds as though he blames the butcher one bit.

'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

Its bliss and pure light, coaxing against the dark shadows of his chest and heart, blurring the lines between what’s actually happening and whatever his mind can conjure up. As such, he’s only broken out of it by the lull of Danta’s hands against the scarring of his torso, of the smooth skin and bruises that are faintly there beneath his touch. “Shhh,” the butcher says with a laugh that breaks into a shuddery sound.

He noses his way up, hands lifting to thread through blonde hair and angle his face down toward him, cupping each side of his jaw, stroking his thumbs along each sharp jut of his cheekbones. “I did no such thing.” He protests playfully, before he drags Danta down for an all consuming, greedy kiss.

One that he takes until his lungs burn and he withdraws to carefully press his forehead against the Maverick’s. “You are hearing things, darling.” He whispers in a hot breath.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Asta's laughter is contagious, Danta's fingers walking their way back up the nape of his neck as if about to tease through his hair when the butcher is directing his attention down towards him. "Oh, did you not?" he manages, just about getting a chance to lean into the calloused touch against his cheeks before he's being drawn into a kiss that steals his breath and his senses. Asta tastes like iron now, and salt and smoke, and the Maverick can't help the instinctive tilt of his hips that has him hissing in a breath of near apology, given how oversensitive he imagines they both are.

"The beach is quite loud," he agrees, closing his eyes as their foreheads touch, the roar and crash of the waves punctuating his point. "I must have been mistaken, I'm very sorry." Smirking, Danta adjusts them just enough so he can settle more comfortably in Asta's lap, feeling utterly spent and almost drunk on the other man. "You," he whispers, "are far more wicked than I could have ever imagined. And I loved it."

'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

There’s a muffled hum pressed into the kiss that suggests he’s trying to say I most certainly did not and you are definitely just imagining things. But it’s with the movement of the other Ancient’s hips, sparking a hiss that escapes him as they part and the butcher tries to capture his breath. Hands spreading down from the Maverick’s cheeks, to his shoulder where his thumb presses against the small puncture wounds.

“As you should be.” He says haughtily, nose wrinkling playfully at the accusation, but he easily lets Danta readjust, arms slipping around his hips more comfortably. He tugs him tightly to him, tail finally uncoiling from the blonde’s leg to flick lazily above the beach towel.

A dark brow lifts at Danta’s whisper, a smirk crossing his face. “Good. That is the intention.” Was it at the time? No, he just got carried away. But if Danta enjoyed it, then that made it all the more worth it. “You did great, Danta, darling.”

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Hissing in a soft breath to feel Asta's fingers pressing against his neck, Danta is sure he'll have some beautiful bruises in the coming days to show for this little event, not that he'll remotely mind them. Instead, all but melting against the other man as his arms slip around him properly, it's finally Danta's turn to let his head rest against the butcher's shoulder. "The intention, hm? Could have fooled me - I think you just acted on instinct." He grins against his throat, unable to help but rib the other man with the idea that he hadn't been entirely in control of himself.

"Mm, I know I did," he purrs nonetheless, however, kissing his way back up to Asta's jawline before letting out a soft sigh. "I think we ought to go for a swim in a little bit, don't you?" he suggests; to clean up, to wake up, to assure anyone else strolling along the beach that they aren't still having rampant sex in public. You know, all the usual stuff.

'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

“Shhhhh,” Asta insists, punctuating it with a light squeeze around Danta’s hips. A laugh bubbles out of him on the end of it, though, still radiating bliss and amusement by the entire ordeal. So much so that in the close space between them, he does admit in a quiet whisper; “I do think I learned a few things about myself, actually.” He rests his bearded jaw against Danta’s head ever so lightly, horns back out and on display, casting a larger, longer shadow behind him.

Nodding just enough to get the point across and not impede the way the Maverick kisses up his jawline. “I would love that.” It comes out in an honest breath, the butcher’s muscles tightening beneath the blonde as if he’s preparing to break through the serenity his bones finally feel if only to carry the Maverick to the ocean.

So he starts to do just that, carefully situating them enough to let Danta hang onto his shoulders, uncaring about the scars on his back that will be on display the second they slip out from the cover of the parasol. “Ready?” He asks without waiting for an answer before he’s hoisting the blonde up and against his chest, standing enough to let the blood return to his legs, before he’s ignoring absolutely everything and everyone for the siren call of the ocean and the thin blonde within his arms.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Smiling against Asta's cheek where his lips have inevitably ended up, Danta's brows raise and his expression turns positively wicked to hear the other man's admission. "You know," he murmurs, continuing his pathway of kisses towards the corner of his mouth, "I thought you might have. There's no harm in having a few kinks, darling." All but purring out the last word, Danta sneaks a kiss against Asta's lips before drawing back again.

"Mm, good," he continues, of the agreement that they'll go and swim, though he doesn't expect Asta to get up as quickly as he does. Tightening his arms around the butcher's neck and letting out a curse as he's hoisted up, he hooks his legs around his waist and manages a vibrant laugh, allowing him to march towards the ocean. "I bet it's cold," he's already complaining - unlikely, honestly, given the region and the season, but an Ancient can claim lava is cold under the right circumstances.

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!