"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.
He's certainly stronger than any common demon, and it's clear beyond doubt that he's on par with any of Mundus' generals. It perhaps explains why Mundus felt the need to imprison him so close to home.
His wings spread out, palms against the bed to support just enough of his weight for his hands to find their way under Dante's shirt, exploring the bare skin of his stomach. Claws prick at skin and occasionally snag on fabric, dragging the shirt up a few inches at a time.
Meanwhile, he's more than happy to indulge that kiss, though he also takes the opportunity to nip at Dante's lip with one of his fangs.
Between the feel of hands and claws at his stomach, and the fang at his lip, Dante can't help but make an excited noise into the kiss. He kind of wishes he was in demon form so he could use claws in return - which is an odd feeling, as he's never thought positively of that form before. His hands roam upwards, finding their way to Alastor's wings again.
He kneads his thumbs along the membranes, pressing in as he touches.
As large as his wings are now, they're practically enveloping the both of them from shoulders down. The membrane between the fingers is folded, but between his back and the first digit is a wide stretch of skin that's stretched taut, and it practically quivers against the touch. His hips roll against Dante's, confirming in no uncertain terms that while his true form lacks the relevant 'equipment', it's very much present and functional in this form.
Dante moves his hips against Alastor's in return, growing even more into this at the feel of the other's excitement. This is made obvious, not just by his actions but by the fact he's quickly growing hard.
Finding himself curious as to how Alastor tastes, Dante slips his tongue into the kiss, exploring that mouth thoroughly.
He has an almost sweet taste to him, like air before an electrical storm. A very slight current channeled through his body causes a tingling sensation on Dante's tongue, almost akin to a fizz.
He makes a pleased sound against Dante's lips at the movement of his hips. He's tempted to start undressing the devil hunter right now, but patience makes rewards all the sweeter. Instead, he lets his claws dig into Dante's chest, appreciating the slight resistance as he draws thin lines of pink under the red shirt.
An appreciative noise rumbles out of Dante's chest, both at the tingle on his tongue and the movements of Alastor's claws. The pink lines heal soon enough, which he would be disappointed about if he knew, but maybe that's only encouragement to make more?
His hands are impatient, and instead of touching the wings they start to wander the demon's body. They slide just under his pants, touching his bare hips and gripping as he grinds a little more desperately.
He breaks the kiss in order to nip at the side of Dante's neck, fangs just barely scratching skin but still hinting at how sharp they are. Then, with a slight rumble of that patience hitting a limit, he uses his wings to push himself up enough to fully slide Dante's shirt up and attempt to pull it off of him entirely.
"Bite harder," Dante demands, as he helps to slide that shirt off. Now that his own is tackled, he goes for Alastor's shirt, but finds it more difficult to maneuver around those wings. His next noise is one of frustration.
He seems to find Dante's struggle amusing, but the shirt vanishes in a flash of purple. The skin between his wings and tail is similarly black, creeping partially up his neck. It blurs dark purple around the edges, fading to his usual shade of purple by the time it reaches his sides.
"Didn't wanna get too ahead of myself with that shirt still in the way."
He pushes Dante back down with one hand, the other tangling in his hair to pull his head to the side. He drags his tongue over the side of Dante's neck, then sinks his teeth in, much harder than he'd ever risk with a human partner. There's a definite joy in being with someone he can treat as roughly as he wants, without fear of doing lasting harm.
Not only that, but there's a joy in it for Dante too - that someone is actually able to handle him roughly. A lot of his previous partners haven't tried, and those who did... well, they didn't really make an impact.
So when the teeth sink in, he moans outright, the first time he's done this for Alastor. More noises will come, of course, as he's not exactly a quiet individual. One of his hands finds its way to the black expanse of skin, feeling it firmly; the other slides down and underneath pants again, groping at bare bottom thoroughly.
There's a slight difference in texture between his back and the rest of his skin, a hint of rubbery elasticity reminiscent of his wings. The skin under his tail, by comparison, would feel human if not for the extra heat of his body.
The taste of blood leaking into his mouth causes his tail to sway, a separate kind of enjoyment entering the picture. While the bite mark quickly closes once he lets go, he's quick to lick the blood from Dante's neck before it can stain the sheets.
"Mmm...y'know, one of the downsides of preferring human company over demonic. Most of my past partners would've bled out if I'd done that to them."
It's interesting to hear that Alastor has been with humans before, though he had guessed this already. Confirmation is just different than guessing. Dante has to wonder if it's his devil or human side that the other wants more - but in the end, does it really matter? He just pushes those thoughts away.
"Most?" He is a little amused by that, but it doesn't show in his voice - it's rough from how turned on he is. "I'm gonna heal whatever you do to me. Go wild."
He's not even afraid of saying that. He knows his own limitations and can say something if they get hit.
"What about you?" He digs his nails into the skin of Alastor's bottom, not really satisfied with how little impact they actually make. Maybe he needs claws, too. "You heal too, right."
"There have been exceptions in the past. Demons I got along with."
He's not going to let himself think about what likely happened to them. It would ruin the mood. Instead, he turns his attention to loosening the waist of Dante's pants. He can feel Dante trying to claw at his skin, but blunt nails barely do anything more than tickle.
"And feel free to play as rough as you like. I heal almost as fast as you."
"I've never played rough before," Dante says, almost mournful over the fact he doesn't have any idea what to do. "Humans are fragile as fuck."
Maybe he should just listen to his demon instincts? Of course he has them, even in a time like now, he's just used to pushing them deep down. Both his human and demon sides agree that he wants them to be naked, so he pulls at the fastenings on Alastor's pants. When he finds himself fumbling them, he growls and just outright tears at them instead.
The pants dissolve into raw magical energy before his tail is even free of its hole, and it's a definite relief. They had been getting rather uncomfortably tight in the front. He kicks his shoes off for good measure, briefly stretching the four toes of each foot. Like the rest of his clothing, the shoes disappear before they even touch the ground.
"I know, even magic can only do so much on that front. I'm made of much tougher stuff, though."
He manages to keep enough patience to deal with Dante's pants the normal way, though he makes no effort to be careful of his fully extended claws. They scratch at the skin of Dante's hips and claws, bloodying his fingertips as he goes.
The scratches heal almost as soon as they're made. This mixes into an interesting feeling, pain that disappears almost as soon as it starts. Of course he's felt this before in his life, but this is a unique situation for it, and he likes it.
Dante kicks off his own shoes. They manage to fly a bit, hitting the bedroom door with a 'thud'. Once his pants are off, he grabs onto Alastor and pulls him in as close as possible with a rough jerk. "So who's planning on taking the lead?"
He furls his wings behind his back, letting his full weight rest on top of Dante now. He raises an eyebrow over eyes that are glowing with a cheerful intensity, slowly licking Dante's blood off his fingers.
So the thing with the blood licking is definitely hot, he can admit that now. He was just in denial before to think it was anything else. "Maybe. But I want to hear you say it."
But now that it's pretty much confirmed, Dante is a little nervous? He can't help it, he's always been the top in these sorts of things. Is it going to feel strange?
His tail swishes to wrap around Dante's ankle, coiling around and pulling to spread his legs. The thumb of one of his wings stroke's the cambion's cheek, one long finger resting across his chest.
"You got the stuff we'll need, or am I going to have to put a bit more magic into things?"
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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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Apparently Alastor really wasn't fragile. In fact, he was just as strong as Dante. Could he even be stronger? That was difficult to think about.
...
He reaches out for the demon's hips and pulls him down on top of him, mouth seeking mouth for another kiss.
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His wings spread out, palms against the bed to support just enough of his weight for his hands to find their way under Dante's shirt, exploring the bare skin of his stomach. Claws prick at skin and occasionally snag on fabric, dragging the shirt up a few inches at a time.
Meanwhile, he's more than happy to indulge that kiss, though he also takes the opportunity to nip at Dante's lip with one of his fangs.
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He kneads his thumbs along the membranes, pressing in as he touches.
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Finding himself curious as to how Alastor tastes, Dante slips his tongue into the kiss, exploring that mouth thoroughly.
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He makes a pleased sound against Dante's lips at the movement of his hips. He's tempted to start undressing the devil hunter right now, but patience makes rewards all the sweeter. Instead, he lets his claws dig into Dante's chest, appreciating the slight resistance as he draws thin lines of pink under the red shirt.
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His hands are impatient, and instead of touching the wings they start to wander the demon's body. They slide just under his pants, touching his bare hips and gripping as he grinds a little more desperately.
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"Didn't wanna get too ahead of myself with that shirt still in the way."
He pushes Dante back down with one hand, the other tangling in his hair to pull his head to the side. He drags his tongue over the side of Dante's neck, then sinks his teeth in, much harder than he'd ever risk with a human partner. There's a definite joy in being with someone he can treat as roughly as he wants, without fear of doing lasting harm.
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So when the teeth sink in, he moans outright, the first time he's done this for Alastor. More noises will come, of course, as he's not exactly a quiet individual. One of his hands finds its way to the black expanse of skin, feeling it firmly; the other slides down and underneath pants again, groping at bare bottom thoroughly.
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The taste of blood leaking into his mouth causes his tail to sway, a separate kind of enjoyment entering the picture. While the bite mark quickly closes once he lets go, he's quick to lick the blood from Dante's neck before it can stain the sheets.
"Mmm...y'know, one of the downsides of preferring human company over demonic. Most of my past partners would've bled out if I'd done that to them."
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"Most?" He is a little amused by that, but it doesn't show in his voice - it's rough from how turned on he is. "I'm gonna heal whatever you do to me. Go wild."
He's not even afraid of saying that. He knows his own limitations and can say something if they get hit.
"What about you?" He digs his nails into the skin of Alastor's bottom, not really satisfied with how little impact they actually make. Maybe he needs claws, too. "You heal too, right."
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He's not going to let himself think about what likely happened to them. It would ruin the mood. Instead, he turns his attention to loosening the waist of Dante's pants. He can feel Dante trying to claw at his skin, but blunt nails barely do anything more than tickle.
"And feel free to play as rough as you like. I heal almost as fast as you."
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Maybe he should just listen to his demon instincts? Of course he has them, even in a time like now, he's just used to pushing them deep down. Both his human and demon sides agree that he wants them to be naked, so he pulls at the fastenings on Alastor's pants. When he finds himself fumbling them, he growls and just outright tears at them instead.
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"I know, even magic can only do so much on that front. I'm made of much tougher stuff, though."
He manages to keep enough patience to deal with Dante's pants the normal way, though he makes no effort to be careful of his fully extended claws. They scratch at the skin of Dante's hips and claws, bloodying his fingertips as he goes.
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Dante kicks off his own shoes. They manage to fly a bit, hitting the bedroom door with a 'thud'. Once his pants are off, he grabs onto Alastor and pulls him in as close as possible with a rough jerk. "So who's planning on taking the lead?"
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"I thought that seemed obvious at this point."
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But now that it's pretty much confirmed, Dante is a little nervous? He can't help it, he's always been the top in these sorts of things. Is it going to feel strange?
"Or have you take it."
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"You got the stuff we'll need, or am I going to have to put a bit more magic into things?"
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Could he be rusty, as a result? It's possible, but Alastor hasn't complained so far.
"Magic is probably better."
He's enjoying the stroking of his face, and the way his legs have been pulled apart makes him more excited. He's definitely hard now.