[SE] everybody is a book of blood

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

I know, Danta might have purred back to the other man had his mouth not been so fiendishly busy. Nothing about the Maverick suggests that he's bothered by the roll of Asta's hips or the way he continues to take what he wants, even from a relatively submissive position, and he welcomes each shift of his body and every rough moan that paints the air between them.

Humming further encouragement and squeezing the base of Asta's cock in time with each bob of his head, Danta's free hand resists - just - the urge to seek his own pleasure, instead sweeping up the length of Asta's body as if to preemptively pin him down. He doesn't truly expect the other man to let himself be pleasured to the point of no return - but if Danta can tease him closer than expected, he'll consider it a win.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

He doesn’t have to say it for the butcher to know. There’s a specific type of arrogance in his fiance that has him already imagining what the other Ancient might say even when he doesn’t have the ability to do it at that moment. So for now, Asta focuses entirely on indulging himself, with zero complaints from the Maverick in the process. Instead, he feels Danta’s hand make an attempt (a barely there one) to pin him down.

It doesn’t go too far, at least, not as he concedes ever so slightly as he continues to drive himself into the wickedness of his lover’s tongue and waiting mouth, each hitch and groan escaping him with a certain lilt that only grows a little more strained the closer Danta drags him to that edge. Mindful of it as he is, he doesn’t give in, but he does eventually have to break the eye contact, his chin tilting up and head tipping back as he loses himself in it for a moment or two. His tail, in the meantime, sweeps across the furs and blankets, under one of his legs to wrap loosely around the Maverick’s own length, giving a small amount of friction. Not nearly enough but something as Asta continues to indulge himself.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

A fiendish smirk curls across Danta's lips as Asta's dark eyes finally break away from his own, the Maverick taking advantage of the moment to withdraw just enough to run a hot tongue along his lover's hard length, all the way from base to tip. He takes him again then, moaning his approval and shifting quite suddenly to feel a mischievous tail sneak between them.

The immediate and unexpected friction against his cock has his fingers flinching against the butcher's scarred torso, Danta forcing himself back to gasp in a sudden breath, however teasing and not enough the pressure might be. "Fuck," he whispers, his free hand picking up where his mouth had left off with a few quick, hard strokes, and he glances back up at Asta with eyes gone dark with arousal.

"Keep this up and I'll be the one fucking you tonight," he warns breathlessly, as amused as he is serious about it.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

It’s calculated as much as it is going off of his spontaneous desires. He doesn’t rush Danta’s process, instead he selfishly indulges himself for as much as the Maverick can handle, praising with the sounds that escape him and block out the screaming rain that continues to try and take the moment away. Unfortunately for the Mathair, Asta’s fully committed and focused on his fiance.

As Danta withdraws, he doesn’t lessen the attention to his length, though. His head tilts down again, panting breaths as he meets the blues of his lover’s flushed face, his own skin red and indulgent as his tail continues to brush that loose stroke along his length. The shark toothed grin focuses on his fiance with a calculating glint as the warning comes.

Propping himself up on his elbows briefly, Asta reaches down with a hand to cup his lover’s cheek a little roughly, his voice deep and sultry and thicker with its accent as he offers something Danta might jump at the opportunity for, given the season. “Perhaps I am feeling generous tonight.” He suggests, hips shifting slightly as if to prove the point. “You have earned it, after all.”

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Asta isn't wrong - let's be honest, when it comes to Danta he rarely is - and the Maverick tilts his head into the rough fingers that clasp his cheek, tongue running across his teeth as if to try and keep some composure. It's an attempt that fails entirely to hear the offer the butcher throws out at him, and before he even realises he's done it, Danta is surging up to claim Asta's lips with his own. "No take backs," he mumbles into his mouth, voice rough and strained as he shifts enough to pin the other man down with his own bodyweight.

It's a lie; given the season and his lover's very changeable moods, Danta will do and be whatever is needed to give them both the most pleasure. He can't deny, though, the sheer bliss in having Asta this way, especially at his most volatile. "Gods, even when I'm the one winding you up, you always manage to drive me crazy," he half complains, a breathless laugh shivering from his lips as he adjusts enough to be able to gaze down at the other man properly.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

Before Danta even manages to reply to the offering Asta tosses out like a carrot on a string, he’s surging up to claim his lips in a kiss that seems to harbor the answer before he even can vocalize it. The rough laugh leaves him, breathlessly and inviting, indulgent upon the Maverick’s weight on him suddenly. “Naturally.” The butcher drawls to the no take backs, letting him live in the lie for as long as he might deem reasonable.

For now, though, all too excited and ready for his fiance to slip over him, to pin him down, shivers and goosebumps dance across his skin as his tail finds a new place to settle – wrapped around Danta’s leg while his own legs shift to grant him more space, one leg hooking around the other Ancient’s waist as if daring him to try and leave. “Shh, darling, you aren’t supposed to know my secrets.” The purred and almost nasally whine leaves him, tipping back to get flatter in the bed, arm trailing down Danta’s shoulder before he moves both of them above his head with a quiet yet eager anticipation.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"I'll never tell a soul," Danta whispers, laughing a soft kiss against Asta's jaw before the heat building between them grows too intense to contain. They shift and move like all of this is a dance they could do without thinking, the Maverick getting his knees beneath him and letting his hands drag down the butcher's sides to grasp his hips. "Fuck, you look so good," he hisses, cock throbbing impatiently as he drinks in the sight of of him splayed among the sheets.

His eyes stay pinned on Asta as he slowly thrusts forward, breath stuttering in his chest to feel the butcher suddenly all around him until there's nowhere left to go. Biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, it takes all of Danta's self-control not to simply fuck them both senseless in that moment. Instead, shivering out a sigh and offering the other man a crooked smile, he rolls his hips back and snaps them in again, slow and hard and the picture of control, however much of a facade it might be.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Bueno.” Asta purrs as Danta repositions himself, getting comfortable as the butcher indulges in the feeling of his hands trailing down his sides to his hips. Happy to be looked at, the butcher’s back arches slightly, giving him a bit more of a show as their eyes and attention remain locked, Asta not once wanting to break the eye contact if he can. His eyes are dark, swallowed by the shadow of their den until they’re nearly black, watchful with anticipation as his fiance starts to slowly thrust forward.

A low thrum of a sound leaves him, relaxing once Danta’s fully sunk in. His cock aches, throbbing with the groan he doesn’t try to hide. He’s loud and encouraging, even as he can feel the way Danta tries to be measured. His hands fist into the furs and blankets above his head, sucking in a sharp breath as he grins up at the blonde Ancient. “I want you, Dantalion.” He purrs, as if the implication is in the words. He doesn’t want Danta’s careful focus. He wants him wild and chaotic, he wants to feel every whim the other Ancient has.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Don't, Danta almost whispers, as if Asta is tempting fate for both of them by encouraging the Maverick's more reckless behaviour. But if he's honest, the moment the words leave the other man's lips he's already lost, his full name landing like a brand that sears and crackles its way through his already flimsy self control. Snarling a quiet curse and surging forward immediately, one hand snatches out to pin Asta's wrists above his head, the other reaching between them to grasp the hard length of his cock.

"Then have me," he grates out, hips snapping hard and fast into the butcher, dragging moans of pleasure from his throat he doesn't try to disguise. Like this he doesn't stand a chance of lasting for long, the brutal pace matched by the stroke of his hand and the sudden, reckless urge to sink his teeth into Asta's throat.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

It’s a good thing he doesn’t whisper it, because the butcher would only double down on the insistence of it. He hears the snarl, the quiet curse, feels the way he surges forward and that hand clasps his wrists to the bed, and were it any other season he might have been a touch shy and unsure about the placement of the figurative shackles on his wrists already scarred from some in the past, but this season? This season Asta praises Danta for the attention, body twitching deliciously as his cock is taken and the Maverick’s hips rock with such a speed that winds him up precisely how he wants to be.

He doesn’t manage to get much else out, not between the brutal pace and the way he’s pinned, but Danta strokes each and every ounce of desire to the tipping point, white hot and burning in his gut as it shoots through his veins. In fact, it surprises even him when Danta’s hips snap just right to throw him over that edge, his orgasm hitting him with such force that the only thing that does leave his lips is praise and Danta’s name somewhere throughout it, though if he were to repeat it he’d have no idea what he said. Bliss sinks into him with the rapid attempts to catch his breath, a curse leaving him that he will remember, and nothing but pure adoration and love sinking into his dark gaze as he watches Danta above him, purely full of delight and a truly surprising amount of contentness being pinned as he is.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

Asta cums and it takes mere seconds for the sound of it to drag Danta beyond his own breaking point, the Maverick's lungs and muscles burning their protest as his hips snap forward hard enough to bruise. That - and everything else - matters little compared to the pleasure that floods his veins, fingers squeezing hard around both the other man's wrists and his cock. The world fogs at the edges and he can taste copper with how he's tried and failed to bite back his cry of bliss, the sound of the butcher's name warped through it.

His arm almost gives way entirely, Danta managing to catch himself on his elbow to brace above the other man, panting hard as he rides out the last few convulsions of pleasure. With bloodied lips he descends on Asta to kiss him hard, like he might be able to chase further ecstasy, but it isn't long before he's forced to draw back and catch his breath again. "Fuck you," he whispers with all the quiet adoration of a prayer, the words rough and framed in an exhausted smile.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

It’s all static and bliss and a surprising lack of blood for how sharp the force of his orgasm had hit him. It leaves him reeling, panting, appreciative of the view of Danta above him as he cracks and snaps, too, the sharp and bruising pain of the buck of his hips only add to the tingly sensation in his body that extends all the way to his legs and his fingertips.

The kiss that meets him is one he surges up into, the taste of iron on his tongue one that has him groaning into his fiance’s mouth, withdrawing only when Danta pulls back so he can pant and try to catch his breath again. “Mm, I think you did.” He purrs playfully, sucking in a slow and deep breath to try and settle himself, bullying his arms out from under his fiance’s so he can possessively wind them around him. “You must do that in Deepfrost.” He lets the breathy, hoarse laugh leave him as he drags a hand through the other Ancient’s golden hair as he makes his quiet demand, knowing he’d be full well too exhausted to do much of the work as he preferred to do. But this? This had been perfect.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///

...hello, christ? I'm 'bout to sin again

"Oh, you think?" Danta says through a breathless laugh, eyes playfully narrowed down at the butcher as if daring him to try for more of a certainty. It's a bluff, of course - the Maverick isn't capable of doing much more than melting atop his lover to enjoy the blissful warmth of his body and the sanctity of their den right now. Give him half an hour, though, and he'll see.

There's no resistance in him as Asta frees his arms, Danta all but collapsing against the butcher's chest and letting fire smoulder between them to clean them up without needing to move so much as an inch. "Deepfrost, Longheat, tomorrow... say the word and I'm game," he says through a muffled laugh, dragging up his glamour so Asta can fully plunge his fingers through his fair hair.

"I will never say no to the opportunity to do that again," he adds with a crooked smile, even if he's completely reversed their roles once more now that the moment is spent.

Dantalion

i said i love you to that man but i'm not feelin' him

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Yes.” Asta doubles down, knowing they both aren’t in a position to prove it – and he specifically enjoys being a jerk about things like this and semantics. But he melts with Danta atop him, even more with the fire that sizzles between them to clean everything up and leave a smudge of ash in their wake, giving him plenty of time to focus on giving Danta all kind of attention that might also bring some feeling back into his fingers.

A snort leaves him as Danta draws his glamour up and he tangles his legs with his fiancé, both hands rising to dive into the blonde, stroking it back against the nape of his neck and massaging lightly where diamond horns typically sat. “I imagined as much.” He touts, injecting a bit of flame into his fingertips to caress the Maverick’s scalp with expert attention. “Do not feel the need to hold back, darling.” Gods knew Asta rarely did, it's only fair he expect the same when he hands the leash over.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///