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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
With the darkness blotting out the obvious evidence of Asta's pleasure, Danta seems all the more devoted to hearing and feeling it, such that if the butcher hadn't decided to draw away, he'd have likely ensured the other man had a very good evening with his mouth and hands alone before too long. Instead, he's smiling around a quick sip of air before Asta invades his space with a kiss, the Maverick's moan catching in his throat and his fingers tangling briefly in his dark hair.
"Yes sir," he purrs as he's commanded to turn himself over, Danta drawing back with a final flick of his tongue and shifting on the couch until the plush cushions are beneath his knees, tail flicking its encouragement as if to persuade Asta to put his hands back all over him. If anything, being unable to see makes the anticipation all that more delicious, and he can practically feel the other man's satisfaction already at being in such complete control.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He can’t see the smirk that blooms on the butcher’s face as he takes Danta by surprise - the kiss hot with a lick of flame and ash amongst the indulgence. The hand through his dark hair is one that’s got a delightful shiver racing up his spine. He withdraws fully, though, enough to give Danta the ability to twist and turn over, before he’s immediately rising while Danta’s still blindfolded and unable to see the movement.
Alas, he’ll feel the pressure of his knee as it presses into the cushion of the couch. And the next signifying factor is the way his hands wrap around his hips and waist, already with enough pressure to leave little red fingerprints behind. “So good for me, aren’t you?” He purrs in that deeper, grittier Halovian accent, waisting little time in adjusting and lining them up to sink into him as if trying to cut him off from his response.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta relishes the butcher's touch when it comes, firm hands gripping his hips, fingers grasping him with bruising force like he's something to be owned, to be had. And were it anyone else it would not be scratching such a specific itch in his bones, but gods, with Asta, for Asta, he really is good, in a way no one else will ever get to see. His lips part to respond - some quip or bratty remark intended to amuse and infuriate, but of course before he manages it, the other man is everywhere, warping his answer into a broken moan of surprise and ecstasy.
"You feel so fucking good," he grates out, breathless and clutching at the arm of the couch, back arching to give Asta something to fuck properly against. "More," he half begs, voice little more than a rough whisper, hips rocking back teasingly. "Don't hold back on my account - I'm all yours."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He would never claim that he owns Danta, having known the man well enough to know that there are certain boundaries he would not cross even if the Maverick allowed him. But his possessiveness gets crossed with it, the fact that he needs control is as much of an indicator that Danta is his and no one else’s.
However, on the flip side of that, despite needing to be in control, Asta is entirely Danta’s. The black void of his heart, the shadowy expanse, a complete and utter playground for him to do with what he pleases. Even if he’s digging fingerprint marks into his lover’s skin in a visual proof (alongside the other scars on his body) that say otherwise.
Such that as Asta sinks in, it’s with a growl both primal and him that leaves him in delight. Giving him a moment to prop himself up, his tail sweeps in again — this time fitting between their legs to wrap around Danta’s length with enough pressure that as he fucks him, he’ll rock forward with enough movement to get him off too. “When have I ever, darling?” The cocky confidence escapes him as he buries himself deeper into his lover when he rocks back.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Shivering in a breath to feel the wicked curl of Asta's tail between them, Danta's moan is loud and unapologetic at the unexpected surge of sensation from the butcher all around him. "It was just a friendly reminder," he pants, his words framed by a breathless laugh, before the ability to hold a conversation rapidly shrinks to the back of his mind.
"Fuck," he whispers as Asta drives himself deeper, the Maverick clutching at the side of the couch with white knuckles as if to brace himself, though his hips roll back with each of the other man's thrusts, as if to take as much of him as he possibly can. "Gods, I love the way you fuck me--" Cut off by his own pitched cry of pleasure, his forehead drops to rest against one of his arms, chest sinking down to sharpen the angle of his body.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He aims to be overwhelming in the sense that he doesn’t want to know where he begins and Danta ends. A sensation that he achieves with the way his hands encompass him, his tail as it slips in and applies pressure. Low groans leave the butcher with each thrust of his hips, Danta’s own movement driving him deeper with more satisfaction curling in Asta’s chest.
“I know you do, darling.” The cocky purr slips from him breathlessly, one hand loosening the tight grip he’s had to spread his hand out and press along his lover’s spine, flame dancing at his fingertips. It’s a warmth he aims to sink into Danta’s bones to pair with the new angle he takes. It makes him drive deeper, his tail tightening with a squeeze. “Gods, Danta,” He doesn’t hide the sounds or feel of his pleasure, amplifying it instead because of the blindfold.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The fire crackles a line of heat and need right up the length of Danta's spine and down to the base of his tail, the feeling alone enough to have him gasping for breath between each brutal snap of Asta's hips. Biting at his lower lip enough for a fang to nick the soft flesh, it's with the faintest curl of iron in the air that he moans out the butcher's name, utterly undone already even without the rising pleasure deep at his core that heralds the inevitable.
"Fuck, yes--" he bites out, relishing every possessive touch, every rough groan he can drag from Asta's throat, the pressure of his tail matching every hard thrust against him. "Like that, don't stop." He hardly need to say it, his head hanging lower and his eyes pressing shut even behind the silk of the blindfold. "Gods, I'm gonna cum--"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Flame burns and bolsters, singing nothing but air from the careful placement that Asta’s hand takes. It’s the perfect addition to the sensation of his own internal fire, the way that Danta is always able to stoke it to life within him, easier this season than otherwise. It stokes further with the sounds that leave his lover’s mouth, between the panting rise and fall of his breaths, the way his name sounds so divine on his wicked tongue.
He’s possessive and all consuming, indulging Danta in every way he knows that he can. The snap of his hips to the tight grip of his tail, the hand that presses and soothes between his shoulder blades now. Such that when Danta makes his request, it’s with the chorus of his own low rumbles of sounds that he maintains the pace set if only to be able to grit out between his own panting breaths; “don’t wait on my account.” It’s as much permission as it is the arrogance that he doesn’t think Danta could even if he wanted to.
Not that the butcher minds, his own tether growing tighter and tighter, even more so with the faint scent of iron in the air as his lover buries his head which only positions him in such a way that makes it easier for the butcher’s punishing thrusts to send them both into their climaxes.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Asta is right - Danta is far beyond the point of no return, and no sooner have the words left the butcher's lips when his pleasure crests into something bright and lightning-quick and all consuming. His fingers flinch in the fabric of the couch, the praise spilling from him in a broken moan as his hips roll back hard against the other man. Bliss sets his nerves alight and has his blood turning molten, and gods, nothing matters but this, but these feverish, stretched out seconds of ecstasy.
Slowly, Danta becomes aware of his own ragged breathing, but he's not able to say how long it has been or whether they are even still on the couch (they might have toppled to the floor for all he cares). There's a delicious ache in his hips and lower back and he can taste blood on his lips, and though he still can't see he lifts his head at last to angle his chin over his shoulder as if to seek Asta out. "Fuck, that was good," he pants.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
When it breaks through Danta, it’s a ripple effect for the butcher. He surges back, hips crashing into his with a surprise and stuttered press from where he’d been originally intending on the next thrust. It breaks through him with a violent ripple, arcing over his lover’s back as his fingers dig in and his orgasm hits him like a train. His own voice accompanies Danta’s own, the myriad of accented words escaping him to where it’s almost mumbled incoherency.
Then, all that’s left is their panting breaths, the sweet ache in his bones, the blood in the air from not only Danta but Asta himself — and I know what you’re thinking, but no, it had simply been an accident in which a sharp tooth has hit the inside of his cheek — that when Danta’s voice reaches him, he has to pull his cheek up from Danta’s spine to glance up at him, as if having forgotten he was blindfolded.
“I am always happy to hear about my performance, love.” He smirks, shifting only enough to make it so he can sit back on the couch and tug Danta into his lap, reaching up to untie the blindfold to let it fall between them, immediately diving in for a breathless kiss.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"One of your best performances to date," Danta says with a huff of laughter, happy to continue lavishing praise on his lover for as long as he'd like. His breath hitches as he's suddenly manhandled further, not that he's complaining one bit, though he does let out an audible sigh of relief to find himself settled in Asta's lap soon after. When the other man removes the blindfold at last, it's with dazed blue eyes that Danta blinks up at him, lips forming words that are stolen promptly by a kiss.
Moaning softly and letting his arm curl around Asta's neck, he has to draw back sooner rather than later to continue catching his breath, his smile a touch dizzy, his pulse still thundering in his ears. "Gods, you are perfect," he purrs, kissing the corner of the butcher's mouth, his tail curling possessively against one of his legs.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
“I will have to stop outdoing myself.” He says as he gets Danta settled into his lap — amusement coating the words. Because if he kept doing better than the last time, he’d surely run out of ways to continue to surprise him. But for now, he takes the compliment, settles him in and spots the sparkle of his daze and bliss in the beautiful seas of his eyes and silences him with a kiss he wishes could be longer than it is.
The taste of iron mingles long after they part, through, the smile tugged on his face to hear the purred reaction, to feel the pressure of his tail as it winds around his leg. Asta’s sweeps around Danta’s hips, keeping them anchored together in a pool of limbs and limp bodies, tilting his horned head to press a kiss to his jaw and down to his neck. “You know.. I believe you have us mixed up. You are perfect.” He shoots back, as if this is the hill he’s willing to die on.
in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Scoffing, Danta's head tips to the side to welcome Asta's lips against his neck. Already his eyes are threatening to drift shut, exhaustion nipping at the heels of bliss now that he's beginning to settle back into his senses. "We'll just have to agree to disagree," he murmurs, turning to brush his lips across Asta's forehead, smiling to himself. "Or I suppose we can both be perfect. I don't think there's any rule that says we can't."
Letting his fingers smooth through the back of the butcher's hair, he teases them against any snags or tangles he finds, coaxing them out and trickling his fingertips between his shoulders. "I don't trust myself to walk, so whenever you're ready, would you mind taking us to bed?" he asks with a crooked smile. "I think what you just did to me warrants a long nap."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
That they will. And to his credit, the butcher hums a laugh that’s just as breathless as it was before, still trying to catch enough air in his lungs to suffocate the tempest that his Fierw stokes in him. “Then we both are.” He concedes quietly, a low rumble of a hum that lasts longer as he feels the delightful thread of Danta’s fingers through his hair. There’s only a few tangles to find, easily smoothed out with the stroke of his lover’s hand.
“I could certainly indulge in a long nap.” he doesn’t even have to tack on the obvious so long as you’re there, because at this point he knows Danta’s not going anywhere. It can go unsaid. But it does take a few more moments of gentle affections before the butcher thinks he can hold Danta and trust himself enough to walk toward the den of their bed. And once he finally does, it’s with a quick sound of the sigh of fabric as he tucks the canopy a bit further to blot out some more of the light.
It takes him even less time to slip into the bed with Danta, to tangle up and offer gentler affections in the form of kisses and light touch, though he knows the Maverick is out within the first few minutes of it. Thankfully, it doesn’t take the butcher that much longer after to follow.
