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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Oh, Danta can feel it and then some, having to resist the urge to roll his hips into Asta's for how tight his own pants are becoming, his fingers carefully smoothing out the creases he's made in the other man's clothes as if to distract himself instead. "I don't say anything I don't mean," he murmurs, his response all but mumbled against the other man's lips, and before he knows it the world goes deliciously dark.
"If you want flattery, though, I can certainly think of a number of things to tell you," he continues, leaning back a fraction automatically as he feels his lover's touch dance down the length of his body to the button of his pants. Wasting no time, Danta shifts up on his knees to get out of his clothes, blind and unbalanced though he might be. Lucky for him, he's experienced in the act of getting naked while painfully aroused, so... that's a skill, he supposes?
"I swear, if you get up and leave me blindfolded while you go to do chores," he quips off-handedly, grinning; certainly something Asta might have done at any other season, but right here and right now? Danta feels quite safe from his mischief.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He knows that much is true. So he doesn’t even contemplate that Danta could lie to him, taking the flattery at face value. Such that the rumble of a laugh breathes out of him as his hands drift down, a slow and yet still somehow hurried motion. “Oh, darling, I always want flattery.” A creature of habit that he is, he’s always found flattery a way to bolster himself while also granting himself an in.
His hands abandon Danta as he does his wobbly balancing act to slip out of his clothes, taking the moment to unbutton the shirt (only half buttoned to begin with) from the butcher’s own body. Slipping out of it to hear Danta’s quip, the Maverick won’t be able to see the amused smirk on his face, but will absolutely feel it with the hot kiss he indulges in. Its momentary, of course, far too short to get anything done but to promise, paired with the light roll of his hips to press his trapped arousal against his lover’s.
And once he withdraws, his hand snags the Maverick’s and swipes up some of the chocolate frosting on his finger. Then, guiding it up to Asta’s mouth, the butcher drags his finger in the lick off the sweetness with a tongue that moves with promised motivation against the digit, silencing himself as he ensures he does a thorough job. Though he does leave Danta’s other hand alone to do whatever he wishes.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Then who am I to keep all my compliments to myself?" Danta says with a smirk, falling quiet to focus on not toppling off the couch entirely as he strips his clothes off blind. Humming a mix of surprise and approval as he's tugged into a sudden kiss, his hands press to the butcher's bare chest, wisps of fire flaring beneath his fingertips as if to warm him to the core, through scars and flesh and bone alike.
With his cock now trapped between them if not freed from the tight confines of his pants, he gasps softly against the playful roll of Asta's hips, but before he can respond in kind he's distracted by the way his hand is promptly stolen. "Wh-- oh," he says through a breathless laugh as he realises what's happening, his free hand pressing harder against the other man's chest so he can lean in and drip compliments like honey against the shell of his ear.
"I love the wicked things your tongue can do," Danta whispers, fingers blazing a trail down Asta's chest now. "Almost as much as I love what you do with your hands." Grinning, he shifts just enough to reach for the buttons of the butcher's pants. "Sometimes all I want is for you to grab me and toss me onto the bed, just so I can have your hands on me again."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He’d offer the low, purred hum of yes, who are you? if it weren’t for the way that he shifts to slip his clothes off blindly - the blindfold remaining perfectly in place, nestled against the golden strands of Danta’s hair where he’d tied it. It’s followed up with a kiss, a figurative way to seal the deal when he feels the warmth of fire blossom against his bare chest. It sparks the low rumble of approval from the butcher’s lips, withdrawing to add his own little portions of surprise.
Letting his tongue do most of the work, his head angles just enough to feel Danta’s breath against the shell of his ear as he leans in, whispering all kinds of ego boosters that have the fire burning hotter within him. Smirking as he withdraws from his lover’s finger, he leans back to help give more space for him to unbutton his pants, feeling as much as he watches the trail of heat start to head south.
“Only sometimes, darling?” He asks with mischief coating his voice, sure that his lover would be unable to see it from the way he’s blocked out his sight. The button of his pants is easily undone despite the tension, as if worn specifically to make it easier given the season they’re in. And as he leans back further, he trails his hands down the Maverick’s sides to the curve of his ass, long fingertips brushing against his tail in the process.
He waits a heartbeat of a second before he’s tilting his head to lavish Danta’s cheek and the side of his neck with kisses, over silver scars and smooth skin alike, granting him a moment to indulge himself before Asta steals the reins again.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, only sometimes," Danta confirms, a shiver racing up his spine as Asta's fingers trickle down to his hips and against his tail and his ass; evidently with the loss of his sight, his other senses have more than started to make up for it. "Other times, I want to be the one riding you," he continues, breath skipping in a little as the butcher's lips are suddenly against the side of his neck. With both hands free, Danta braces one back against his chest, the other continuing to tease buttons and tug at the fabric of his pants.
"And then there are times where I want you to pin me against a wall, or a table, or in a doorway. I'm always thinking about it in some way or another," he assures him, a devilish smile curling across his lips as, finally, his fingers find the hard length of Asta's cock. "Right now, though, I wish I could see the look on your face," he whispers, hand stroking slow and hard against him, squeezing at the base.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He hears the skip of his breath, the way the moment feels both quick and slow, the swollen moment of indulgence with the pressure of his lovers hand against his chest while the other works diligently to help get rid of the fabric that’s kept him uncomfortably trapped.
Danta will be able to feel the way the smirk blooms on his face in between the press of his lips, the way he takes the slow inhale to respond, only to have it snuffed out of him a mere moment later once he feels the warm long fingers of the Maverick as they finally find his cock. His breath hitches, and rather than seeing the reaction, Danta would feel the way he seems to let it wash over his face, burying it into the crook of his neck.
“I am sure your imagination will do perfectly.” He responds a touch hoarsely, fingers sweeping back to squeeze his ass while the other mirrors the motion Danta’s done, but around the smooth base of his tail. His cock throbs in his lover’s grip, and Asta readjusts his head to press the kiss back against a jeweled ear. “Is there one you are particularly fond of right now? Or are you at my mercy?” Nipping lightly at his lobe in a way that won’t scratch or draw blood, the butcher lets his question hang in the air.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I do have form for being fairly creative--" Cut off by the sudden and unexpected grip on his tail, Danta arches forward, his hand around Asta's cock growing tighter for a moment as a breathless laugh escapes his throat, before he continues with steady, teasing strokes. "Right now?" he repeats, voice dipping lower, his head tilting as if he might feel the other man's voice drip across his skin like something physical.
"I am entirely at your mercy," he decides, nearly whispering the admission. "However you want, for however long you want, however hard you want. I'm all yours." The tip of his tail curls with delight even as the words leave Danta's lips, his free hand dragging lightly across the butcher's chest, leaving flickers of fire in its wake. "Do your worst, Asta."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Another smirk blossoms on his face when Danta pitches forward, the stroking touch a well practiced one as he hears the breathless laugh escape him — it’s met with the deep purr from the butcher’s throat as it interrupts the pace Danta’s began. He recovers quickly, though, and it’s enough of a teasing touch that it has his breath quickening, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck again that is confirmation that he means right now.
The whisper is made, though, and the yawning pit within the butcher blooms with anticipation and excitement. The flicker of fire against his chest is reflected in the golden strands of his hair, a drifting shadow that has him debating between a few options. “My worst, mm?” He asks, as if uncertain if that was precisely what the other Ancient wanted.
But he can oblige him just enough - going so far as to surge in for a chaste kiss before he’s pushing up against him to gain some amount of space from the back of the couch. His arms wrap around him fully, twisting them so that Danta can settle into the couch, though it isn’t without knocking over one of the plates nearby with the movement. The plate shatters, but Asta pays it little mind for the moment as he twists the Maverick onto his back, smoothing his hands down his chest and stomach, blunt fingernails leaving pink lines in their wake. “Pay little mind to the dish.” He purrs, drawing one hand back to caress his cheek, angling his head down off the seat of the couch, wondering at which point the Maverick would figure out what he’s intending.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You heard me. I am blindfolded, after all." Grinning, as if to say that ought to be something the butcher takes full advantage of, Danta chases after the kiss Asta leaves against his lips, greedy for more. Instead, though, he finds the sound of shatteric ceramic and his back meeting the plush couch cushions; the raw chaos already has his blood pumping faster, and he shivers in a breath, missing the feel of the other man's arms around him.
His brow furrows beneath the blindfold as he tries hard to put together a picture without seeing it - and Asta truly has his trust, given the situations Danta has been in previously when he's been, for all intents and purposes, completely helpless. Here and now, though, he's more compliant than he's ever been, manoeuvred however Asta likes and willing to do much more, besides. "What dish?" He grins - evidently, it's already forgotten.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He is blindfolded, and there’s some hidden satisfaction that it covers Danta’s sight just as well as it has covered his. So as he readjusts his lover, he takes note of the complete willingness with which he moves him, shifting and rearranging him so his back presses against the plush cushion of the couch. He’s surprisingly compliant, as if Asta has been prepping for more of a fight. But when none comes, the smile is in his voice when he hums a sultry laugh. “Precisely, darling.”
His hand trails down Danta’s stomach toward his length, slender fingers wrapping around his cock and begins to stroke a rhythm that’s meant to get his blood pumping but to not wind him up too much — while the other hand curves around his lover’s jaw. Asta kneels on the floor by the couch, rising in a way that has him perfectly placed so that he can lean in while keeping that not-enough rhythm to purr “show me what your mouth can do.” It’s a low rumble of a demand, the butcher angling himself so that his cock is well within reach of Danta’s unbound hands and wicked lips.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta shifts and moves with every touch to his flushed skin, breath catching as Asta's hand finally reaches it's destination, and he has to fight the urge to lift his hips into the too-gentle touch. Cursing softly, his lips have nevertheless curled into a feline smile when he hears the command in Asta's voice, his cock throbbing hard in his grip. "My pleasure," he purrs, using the sound of his voice and the placement of his hands to orient himself - not that it's difficult.
His mouth and hands find the butcher's cock almost at the same time, Danta taking as much of him as he can get and paying no heed to unimportant things like breathing. Humming decadent approval around him, a sound that brings a sultry vibrations along for the ride, the Maverick's accompanying hand is firm but slow, as if to hold Asta in place, while his tongue works overtime to truly wind him up.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Smirking to feel the throb of Danta’s cock and the purred response, the butcher does his best to mentally prepare himself. He doesn’t want to give too much away immediately, though he knows it’ll be impossible the second Danta indulges him. Being blindfolded as he is, the butcher’s main focus is suppressing the sounds that leave him, but he fails nearly immediately when the Maverick takes him.
The shiver races down his spine nearly immediately, hips threatening to rock into the feel of him if it weren’t for his lover’s hand that keeps him at bay. It does add more friction to his touch and the strokes he gives Danta. A muffled moan leaves him while he works, shadows dripping from him like ink to blot out the surrounding area of their room, leaving it to be just them — not that Danta could see it, of course.
His cock throbs against his attention, all while the butcher’s tail curls in delight and moves in a loving caress to press the black, ashen spaded tip against his lover’s neck when the louder moan slips past his lips. “Very good, darling.” He growls out.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Blindfolded as he is, it's safe to say that Danta lives for the ways he can sense that Asta is enjoying himself, whether it's by the rumble of his voice or the throb of his cock. He's sure to reward him handsomely for every little slip in composure, too, letting his hand grow a little less firm around him so his hips can snap forward for a couple of seconds, or by lavishing him with attention with his tongue.
At the words that finally growl past his lips, Danta finally withdraws for a few moments, hand stroking against Asta's cock in hard, practiced strokes, even as he pants for breath and lets out a soft moan at the pleasure being given to him in return. "If you like that, imagine what I can do with the rest of me," he purrs, cocky and undoubtedly enjoying himself. Before the other man can quip something witty in return, the Maverick will hope to silence him again with his mouth, taking as much of him as possible with each bob of his head.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Oh, with Danta’s wicked mouth, the butcher’s composure slips more often than he’d prefer. At the very least, some it is hidden by the blindfold that hides the twitch and pleasure that flickers and reflects across his face, leaving it only up to the feel of his body and the tension within, the sounds, that prove he’s doing a great job.
His hand is distracted against his lover’s length while Danta’s is hard and practiced, another piece of evidence of just how much the Maverick is effecting him. The purred response sparks the breathy, sultry laugh to slip past his throat, cut off by the short gasp of an inhale, the vibrating thrum of his voice as it escapes him with nothing but groaned out compliments.
The spaded tip of his tail that had pressed against Danta’s throat begins to lower, flattening and pressing into the smooth hard bone of his sternum, nestled between his collarbones, and after a few more moments of trying to regain his mind despite how well Danta is undoing it, the butcher pulls away. He looses the hold on his cock and dives in for a greedy kiss, hands smoothing out against his shoulders, withdrawing to let him shift. “Turn over.”
