"Gotta say...you look pretty good in that shirt, yourself. But I think..." He uses his free hand to remove his sunglasses, finally showing his eyes directly. They appear to be solid white, glowing steadily and casting odd shadows over his face. "There. Stylish as the glasses are, everything looks the same color through them."
"...I like your eyes." They're completely different than a human's, but Dante is definitely learning to appreciate such things. He tightens his grip on Alastor's waist, pulling him even closer. "Has anyone appreciated you properly in awhile?"
"I'm a lucky guy, then." When they first met, Dante would have probably asked to see his human form. Preferred it, even. But he's completely different now. He'd rather see Alastor as his true self.
"...is this sensitive?" he asks curiously, placing his hand on the tail.
It's not quite his truest self, but it is his preferred form. Though some part of him always finds having soft toes to be a weird feeling, the fully monstrous form is more trouble than it's worth outside of combat.
His tail shifts, bringing the spade up into view. It looks to be entirely soft tissue, far from delicate but also remarkably harmless by the standards of demonic anatomy.
"The tip is...though don't get any bright ideas about tail pulling, that just hurts."
The spade is more firm than simple skin, and twitches slightly under Dante's fingers. His own fingers trail down from Dante's hair along his neck, claws just barely scratching the soft skin there. He's well aware how much trust he's asking with such a motion, but in a way, he needs to do it. To reassure himself, if nothing else.
"You have wings sometimes, right? Anyone ever touched them?"
Dante trusted him to watch over him while he was sleeping, not much else comes close in his eyes. So he doesn't really blink an eye at this, either. What does startle him is the question - he's never put thought to such a thing.
"I wouldn't mind it." He presses a gentle kiss to Dante's lips while stretching his own wings. "I promise, I'm not going to be put off by it. I look pretty monstrous when I go full demon, myself...and it might be a little egotistical of me, but I do have a weakness for a gorgeous pair of wings."
Well. Dante is still unsure about it, but if Alastor likes wings then wings he's going to get. He takes a deep breath, exhales it, then calls upon his Sin Devil Trigger.
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The first thing he's aware of is the difference in height. He's never been up close to someone in this form outside of battle, so it hasn't been a concern before. He's also afraid to keep touching Alastor, in case he accidentally uses his claws. But he's not going to withdraw, so he's just careful with his hand.
He's never seen Dante transform without the influence of a Devil Arm's power before. It's not bad, and...honestly, it's nice to see Dante's demonic side in such a literal way. It's a visceral reassurance that as much as he might be an odd devil, he's not actually alone.
"Well well...a far cry from when you had to draw on me or Ifrit to take a demonic form. Impressive wingspan, too...kinda makes me feel like I shouldn't keep mine shrunk quite so often. Now, if they're anything like mine..."
The membranes should need to be sensitive, to pick up on even slight changes to the air currents around them. He moves his hand from Dante's shoulder to trace his fingers along the underside of one of Dante's upper wings.
"Yeah, there are more than a few reasons I like to keep my wings, even though I don't always use them for flying."
His own wings spread and expand, until they're of a relative span comparable to Dante's. He leaves them half folded behind him, thumbs just barely poking over his shoulders.
Dante sees that as a cue to touch Alastor's wings in return. He's a little awkward about it, as he's never done this before, but it's easy to guess what to do by what's being done to his own. He feels with an excited touch, trying his best to be careful despite this.
He lets his wing unfurl at the touch, but he can't help but take note of how exceedingly careful Dante is being. He extends his claws against the scales of Dante's collar, an attempted reminder that he's not just a human with a few extra limbs.
"I'm not gonna break, you know. Just use the tops of your fingers instead of the pads and it'll be fine, I'm as durable as any other devil. Tougher than most, even."
"I'm used to having to hold back." He sounds a bit mournful about this. Was that an advantage of touching a devil, then? That Alastor could handle a lot more strength?
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He becomes a lot less careful as his excitement overrides his habit. He obeys the order of how to alter his touch, and begins to feel those wings thoroughly.
The membrane has a distinctly different texture from the rest of his skin, soft and even elastic. It stretches under the pressure, only to immediately spring back into shape as Dante's fingers move away. The light of Alastor's eyes dims slightly, giving him a distracted look that matches the lowering of his tone of voice.
"I know the feeling, but no need to hold back here. Even if you do scratch or bruise something by accident, it'll just heal anyway."
But one thing occurs to him, and it makes his hand pause in its actions. He hates to bring it up, but - maybe a change of scenery is prudent before they go much further?
"What if Vergil walks in? Should we move to another room?"
"Might be a good idea. The furniture here doesn't look too comfortable, anyway."
He unwinds his tail from around Dante's waist and steps back. Looking up at him, a thought occurs.
"I should show you my true form later. It doesn't have the appropriate equipment for the moment, but I bet it'll make you feel a lot less terrifying by human standards."
"Probably. It's lasted through violent nightmares."
Not that this is something he wants to talk about right now, so he runs away from the subject by quickly leading the way up the stairs. His bedroom door is to the left, and it's a pretty impressive bedroom if he says so himself - strong wooden bed with silk sheets, for one thing.
Dante switches back to his human form. He can't say he's not relieved to do so, but it was nice to have some moments where his devil form was out and not feared.
"I said we should be careful with the sheets, not you."
He gives a grin that bares his fanged canines. Without hesitation, he moves to test the durability of that bed frame by lifting Dante up and pushing him down onto the mattress. Despite being slightly shorter than Dante and significantly narrower in frame, he acts as though the cambion weighs practically nothing.
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"Can't say they have...you're actually the first person to see my entire face in millennia. Outside of my most human-like form, anyway."
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"...is this sensitive?" he asks curiously, placing his hand on the tail.
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His tail shifts, bringing the spade up into view. It looks to be entirely soft tissue, far from delicate but also remarkably harmless by the standards of demonic anatomy.
"The tip is...though don't get any bright ideas about tail pulling, that just hurts."
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Rather than pulling, his fingers stroke across it.
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The spade is more firm than simple skin, and twitches slightly under Dante's fingers. His own fingers trail down from Dante's hair along his neck, claws just barely scratching the soft skin there. He's well aware how much trust he's asking with such a motion, but in a way, he needs to do it. To reassure himself, if nothing else.
"You have wings sometimes, right? Anyone ever touched them?"
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"Never. You... want me to transform?"
He's a little unsure about that.
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The first thing he's aware of is the difference in height. He's never been up close to someone in this form outside of battle, so it hasn't been a concern before. He's also afraid to keep touching Alastor, in case he accidentally uses his claws. But he's not going to withdraw, so he's just careful with his hand.
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"Well well...a far cry from when you had to draw on me or Ifrit to take a demonic form. Impressive wingspan, too...kinda makes me feel like I shouldn't keep mine shrunk quite so often. Now, if they're anything like mine..."
The membranes should need to be sensitive, to pick up on even slight changes to the air currents around them. He moves his hand from Dante's shoulder to trace his fingers along the underside of one of Dante's upper wings.
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Suddenly, he very much wants to kiss Alastor again. But he doesn't think it'd work with his new mouth shape.
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His own wings spread and expand, until they're of a relative span comparable to Dante's. He leaves them half folded behind him, thumbs just barely poking over his shoulders.
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"I'm not gonna break, you know. Just use the tops of your fingers instead of the pads and it'll be fine, I'm as durable as any other devil. Tougher than most, even."
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He becomes a lot less careful as his excitement overrides his habit. He obeys the order of how to alter his touch, and begins to feel those wings thoroughly.
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"I know the feeling, but no need to hold back here. Even if you do scratch or bruise something by accident, it'll just heal anyway."
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But one thing occurs to him, and it makes his hand pause in its actions. He hates to bring it up, but - maybe a change of scenery is prudent before they go much further?
"What if Vergil walks in? Should we move to another room?"
It'd be embarrassing otherwise.
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He unwinds his tail from around Dante's waist and steps back. Looking up at him, a thought occurs.
"I should show you my true form later. It doesn't have the appropriate equipment for the moment, but I bet it'll make you feel a lot less terrifying by human standards."
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"I'd love to see it."
He takes ahold of Alastor's hand then, trying not to be reckless with his claws.
"The furniture in my bedroom is a hell of a lot better."
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"Hell isn't exactly a metric I'd use for comfort, you know. But I get your meaning...hope it's sturdy too, though."
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Not that this is something he wants to talk about right now, so he runs away from the subject by quickly leading the way up the stairs. His bedroom door is to the left, and it's a pretty impressive bedroom if he says so himself - strong wooden bed with silk sheets, for one thing.
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He runs a hand over the bed, careful to keep his own claws fully retracted.
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Dante switches back to his human form. He can't say he's not relieved to do so, but it was nice to have some moments where his devil form was out and not feared.
"I do want you to use those claws."
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He gives a grin that bares his fanged canines. Without hesitation, he moves to test the durability of that bed frame by lifting Dante up and pushing him down onto the mattress. Despite being slightly shorter than Dante and significantly narrower in frame, he acts as though the cambion weighs practically nothing.
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