[SE] 'til you get to the bottomland

// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //

He presses himself closer and Asta feels that residual heat, bouncing between the two of them that burrows in each and every bone. It’s little lightning strikes, landing each time their hips meet, and when Danta keels over more to claim his mouth in a sloppy kiss, the butcher’s fingers dig in sharply to bruise, a small claiming mark before the end sizzles through them.

The urgency in Danta’s tone is bolstered by Asta’s easy ability to follow this request, though it does help with the sound of Danta’s voice dropping to a beg. Asta, himself, isn’t quiet either, pouring each and every moan and sound and praise into his lover’s mouth regardless of how primal and intense each kiss is.

He feels the tension in Danta before it breaks, the thunder of his heart pounding so hard against his chest and scars that he’s sure the other Ancient can feel it as it rises in him. Like a tidal wave, it crashes against him and he breaks too, bolstered by the way he closes his jaw in such a way that the sharp teeth nick the inside of his cheek, and while Danta rides out the waves himself, Asta surges up for the kiss to keep him close, blood painting the kiss between them as he thinks he absolutely does see stars.

Astaroth

// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

Danta catches every gruff moan against his lips, every bloodstained flick of Asta's tongue, every prick of his teeth whether or not they break the skin, and the butcher isn't the only one convinced he's seeing stars as the flush of bliss starts to fade, leaving the frantic beat of his heart in its wake. The Maverick doesn't draw back though - he kisses Asta until the world starts to spin, until his awareness is reduced to the soft heat of the other man's mouth and the screaming ache of his muscles.

Only then does he let them breathe, Danta panting hard into the fraction of space between them and letting his head tip forward to rest against Asta's shoulder. His fingers glide gently down over the other man's upper back, tracing scar tissue and walking their way down the length of his spine, and the sigh that escapes him shudders out in an exhausted laugh.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping like this," he whispers, "because I don't think I can let you go."

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell

// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //

Blinded in the come down, between the stars and the white hot temptation of Danta’s kiss that the butcher sinks into without a second thought, they only part when his lungs scream. As the kiss breaks, Asta’s chest heaves with those panting breaths that mirror his lover’s in the space between them.

Shivering in delight to seek the dance of fingers down his back and spine, over too sensitive and deadened scar tissue, goosebumps rise in waves expanding out from each attentive spot the Maverick grants attention. And when he laughs, it drags Asta out of the temporary bliss he’d been wholly focused on.

Lips curling and surging forward to brush his nose against Danta’s with easy confidence, the butcher shakes his head. “I don’t mind at all, darling.” He confirms on a hoarse and breathy Whitebrim etched voice. And with Danta’s hands out of the danger zone, he drops the glamour to let his horns spark to life again, his scarlet and ash spaded tail wrapping protectively around Danta’s leg to keep him close all while Asta’s arms squeeze around him once before his fingertips start drawing idle designs against the blonde Ancient’s back. “So long as I have you, I’ll never mind the rest of it.” Amusement and promise flicker in the dark of his eyes in case Danta needed more proof while he continues to try and catch his breath.

Astaroth

// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

"Good," Danta whispers, the words framed by a weary smile, and he shifts to get more comfortable astride the butcher just as he releases his glamour, his tail coiling about him like something protective. The Maverick's arms close around his lover in response to hold him close, content to exist in this strange bubble of time where it's just the soft sound of their breath and the flicker of flames and the endless dark outside.

Further words form on his lips but Danta lets them go, opting not to ruin the perfect flush of emotion he feels by trying to clumsily put a name to it. Instead he leans in to kiss Asta's throat, soft and slow, his body melting forward against the other man until he's the only thing keeping them both upright.

"You're so fucking perfect," he mumbles eventually, his voice barely even a whisper now, his eyes heavy, and it won't be long before sleep takes him entirely.

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell

// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //

A low thrum of a sound leaves Asta to feel Danta’s lips press against his throat. His bearded chin tilting up just enough to give him more of an expanse to tuck himself in there should he wish to, and as the Maverick melts in against him bonelessly and completely, Asta slowly sinks back to get more comfortable amongst the blankets and the lamplight of their den in this little tent – catching a glimpse of the beautiful ring on his finger as the light catches against the diamond horn.

“I know.” He purrs all cocky arrogance, though Danta would feel the smile with how Asta angles his head to press his cheek in to the crown of his lover’s head. It melts him further, the exhaustion and warmth of the other Ancient, all things that beckon him toward sleep yet again, though he doesn’t fall asleep quite as quickly as his partner.

Instead, he lays awake and strokes gentle paths along his lover’s spine, listening for anything that might become threatening outside, and only when he’s satisfied with everything around them does the butcher finally succumb to sleep.

- FIN

Astaroth

// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //