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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"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.