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[Dante can’t help but toss his head back and laugh when Majima calls him out. He knows the man is as sharp as a tack but damn. Dante didn’t expect to get called out in 4K like this. It’s a little embarrassing judging from the laughter and the slight coloring of his cheeks.

Yeah, he’s a sappy romantic. There’s nothing he can really do about it other than shake his head in obvious denial.]

Damn, are you busting my balls for liking rock ballads?

[He jokes while toying with a silky strand of hair that keeps slipping over Majima’s eye. Dante gently brushed it aside with his fingers before playfully nipping at the long strand like some sort of overgrown pup. Bothering Majima’s hair his favorite pass time as of late. He always tries to find an excuse to touch it off the clock.]

But seriously though, I can tell what mood you’re in depending on the music you play. If something catchy with a disco beat turns on, the sexy disco queen comes out.

[He’s referencing Goromi, of course.]

[ He smiles up at Dante. Yeah, sure. He likes a good dance track, likes all the sparkly outfits and accentuated bodies. The Maharaja had been a welcome escape from the reality of Sotenbori. It was well within the bounds of his cage, he was allowed to disappear down into the music sometimes. Even if one of Sagawa's spy would be waiting for him when he came back up. There are obvious experiences that make Goromi. Fantasies that Majima indulged in to occupy himself when things were at the lowest. It meant a lot for Dante to say he liked them both.

So he'll give Dante a break from being perceived as the sap he is. His hand brushes downwards to attend to these poor busted balls himself. ]

They're fine, huh?

Oh?

[Well, it certainly didn't take long for this conversation to go south and Dante is pretty damn happy it did. As one would expect of a demon, Dante has a rather voracious appetite, not for just food either. Those "busted" balls he mentioned earlier are just fine. Though, Majima is about to get the half-mast salute if he keeps this up.]

You know, they could use a nice massage. [He replies with such a cheeky little grin.] A long lengthy massage.

[Dante isn't picky, either. He always goes with the flow, especially when it involves Majima. It's fun to watch Majima's kinkier nature come out to play.]

[ The uwabami are known for their voracious appetites, and Majima very much prefers to show rather than tell. There is a comfortable simplicity in sex, easy expectations and achievable goals. He has taken to not being so alone anymore. He wants to be with people, please them, be pleased. Goromi's tact is all power fantasy: she shows up, she takes charge, and she doesn't stop. Majima is a little more down to earth, languid with slow appreciate for the people who make space for him. It just depends on his mood, really. Or maybe it's the music.

He pushes up from the warm hollow of Dante's arm, hair raked over to the injured side in a habitual movement. He looks amused with Dante's shameless indolence. The cheerful attitude is definitely easy to work with. ]

Could help ya with that.

[ But he leans in to bite at his mouth first, fangs sharp before his kiss is soft. ]

[It could very well be the music that’s setting this languid pace. Dante has a thing for the classic rock jams, especially of the 80s variety. He can’t help but hum the lyrics of this catchy song as Majima kisses him with fangs and all. As much as he relishes in the clashing of teeth and tongues, he quite enjoys the intimacy of a softer approach. Those vicious little fangs end up drawing a bead of red that’s quickly licked away by his tongue. A little bit of blood play never hurt anyone, right?

He returns the kiss two-fold all while humming the lyrics under his breath.]

It’s more than feeling–[He muttered against Majima’s lips before daring to give his bottom lip a slight nip. Lover boy here isn’t the only one with fangs here, you know. Dante has his own set of pearly white fangs but they’re not as sharp. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t dig those pretty fangs into Majima’s lip to get a rise out of the snake-man.]

I begin dreaming~

[It’s a little hard to follow the lyrics when the blood is running south but Dante tries anyway. He reaches for Majima’s hand, idly stroking them in hopes of coaxing Majima to fondle his erection. Dante likes this slow and languid pace but man, he really likes the feeling of those calloused battle hardened fingers against his cock. He’ll take whatever he can get from Majima but it seems like a handjob is on the menu right now.]

[ Majima doesn't know the lyrics anyway, just giving one warm breath of laughter in response. He's doomed himself to a fate of cheesy Western rock ballads, he can see that much clearly. He remains leaned in, hair draped to one side and expression self-satisfied over Dante's impatience. That urgent, huh? He flicks a small gesture for Dante to get him some lube for this project. It's dribbled into his palm before he encloses heat into his fist, squeezing with a wet sound and stroking. Majima doesn't get flush the way he used to, the layer of opalescent white scales doesn't show his skin beneath all that well but the part of his mouth expresses his interest perfectly well. ]

Better?

[Of course Dante has some sort of lube around. He learned his lesson the hard way back in the day about using gun oil as lube. He ended up with a nasty rash on his junk that lasted a few days. That’s not something he’ll ever repeat again despite his regenerative abilities. That’s why Majima gets a handful of the good stuff. While Dante likes to go cheap on food, he doesn’t go cheap on anything else.

A low hiss escapes Dante as Majima’s slicked fingers descend upon him. The cool slickness of Majima’s palm around his aching arousal is enough to win a moan from him. He’s red hot and raring to go, his erection pulsating gently against Majima’s hand as he rocks against it. While this is a good distraction for this demonic horndog, it still doesn’t beat the real thing.]

Much better…!

[He lets out a needy groan against Majima’s lips before suddenly reaching up to yank the man down for another heated kiss. See, this is why he likes Majima’s hair so much. It’s so easy to grab onto but he always makes sure to not pull too hard.]

Keep going–

[ A few months ago that might have spooked him, but he's been throwing himself at the shattered glass of his uncertainties lately. He's ready for some kind of breakthrough, ready to claw himself forward by any means necessary. So Goromi went on a whirlwind tour. The exposure therapy may have been a bit rough and reckless, but that's just how Majima is in his approach. He'll change anything about himself that he feels he needs to, one way or another.

He licks into Dante's mouth. His taste is unique to him, the serpent's tongue is a much more sensitive instrument than people realize. If anyone tries to replace one of his people, the way he was replaced in the curse, Majima would be the first one to know about it just from their taste on the air.

Majima squeezes his fist pleasantly and runs his thumb firmly up at the line of his cock. When he hits crown, his grip tightens a little more, and he smears the wet lube over the head. Of course he's going to keep going. He presses close, hard against Dante's hip with his tail flicking in the sheets. ]

[That serpentine tongue sends a shiver down Dante’s spine. He parts his lips further apart to deepen the kiss. Is it wrong for him to be getting all hot and bothered like this? He fucking loves kissing Majima, snake tongue and all.

While he can’t exactly describe what Majima tastes like, he’s quite aware of it. It’s just so uniquely Majima, so cool and airy with a hint of something more. While Dante himself tends to always taste so hot and spicy, Majima seems to be the opposite. They compliment each other well.

He hums in delight against Majima’s lips as he closes his eyes. The delightful friction between those slippery fingers and his cock is enough to send him over the edge, but he stops himself each time. A thought comes to Dante once he realizes Majima is basically humping his side. He finally lets go of the man’s hair in favor of searching for his cock as well. Dante isn't a selfish lover. Whatever he asks of Majima, he’s always willing to do it in return. So once he’s able to breathe again, Dante speaks.]

Need some attention down there?

[He asks once he manages to grab hold of Majima’s cock. Dante isn’t shy here and there’s more than enough lube available.]

[ He wasn't even thinking about himself, really. Sometimes it's fun to just curl up on someone and listen to their heart and breath stutter, give all your attention to the throb in your fist. With that said, he isn't complaining about reciprocity. Majima makes a low, cut off noise that's half laughter, half groan. Sappy as they can be, there's no shortage of physical interest. He presses into Dante's hand with almost a purr.

There's a nostalgic simplicity in this to him, latent memories of early fumblings with the few local guys he would manage to get the right signals off of. It's nice to just be stupid and horny, act his age, enact his needs.

His mouth drifts, warm breath along Dante's stubble before he bites at jaw, at ear, at throat. All in utter encouragement. Dante had asked for a nice long workout, and Majima keeps that in mind. He changes his tact from long and slow, to quick and stimulating, and then to squeezing tight and restrictive. Never quite trying for the finish, aware of the way Dante twitches in his hand, blood pulsing thickly. Majima is good at stretching things out, Goromi is even better, but they both enjoy having their lovers putty in their hands. A game of control and pleasure. ]

[A high-pitched whine nearly escapes Dante once Majima squeezes his cock. He’s chasing that near release, his body yearning for it in mild convulsions. He bites his bottom lip to keep the moans at bay but he loses that fight quickly as Majima nibbles on his ear. That’s a weak spot there, a major one. Dante didn’t even know that was a thing until the two of them started fooling around. He’s the type to take charge after all. It’s usually him doing all the work since most of his partners relished in having a big strong bloke like him hovering over them. However, Majima is a little different since he likes to give as good as he gets. It’s fun and exciting for Dante, especially since he prefers having active partners.

He gives Majima’s cock another less than gentle tug as he rubs his thumb against the little slit at the top. His fingers are hard and calloused thanks to years of fighting but they’re oddly smooth thanks to the wetness of the lube. Hell, they’re even a little softer in touch but there’s strength lurking within those long fingers. Dante slips his hand down Majima’s cock slowly at first, his thumb tickling the underside of his erection where that thick vein meets.

Truth be told, he likes toying around with Majima like this. He loves to hear his wanton groans as they play, memorizing every note like a song.]

[ He pants close to Dante's ear, starting to get too distracted to really focus on what he's doing anymore. So he rolls up, throwing a knee over Dante's hips. He brings everyone's hands together into one slippery mess, squeezing them tight against one another. It's a much better vantage point for watching Dante toss his head and whine, and it isn't a terrible view from down there either.

Majima is fun and energetic to have in bed. Remembering what sex feels like after the oppressive years in Sotenbori has made him eager to indulge. He's enthusiastic and largely uninhibited. It definitely doesn't hurt to have a demon's stamina to keep up with him. ]

Show me th'money, Dante.

[ The smile might be a little wicked. ]

[A surprised chuckle escapes Dante as Majima brings their hands together around their cocks. The friction is enough to make him cum but Dante tried his very best to fight it. He tries and tries but between all that slickness and heat between them, it becomes too unbearable. Dante wants to hide his face as he squirts his passion into Majima’s awaiting hands, the rosy hue upon his cheeks now spreading down to his neck and chest. He feels so hot now, almost like he’s burning with desire. In all truth, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was literally on fire right now.

Dante tosses his head from side to side causing those errant white strands to messily fall upon his damp brow. His eyes are completely blown, the black of his irises rounding as he lets out another deep groan that borderlines on demonic. He cums into Majima’s hand with abandon with a loud gasp. Dante tries in earnest to bite back the moans but he bites his bottom lip so hard that he draws blood. That’s no big deal, though. It’s not like he won’t heal up under a second or two.]

…Fuck!

[His hand clamps down around Majima’s erection with gentle firmness as he rides the last bit of his orgasm. It takes Dante a moment to remember to breathe as he thrusts his cock against Majima’s. He strokes them both with such wanton need since he wants nothing more than to take Majima to ecstasy with him.]

[ Look who's adorable now. Majima watches with glassy-eyed self-satisfaction. The intimate directness of Dante's cock twitching against his own, cum mixing with lube, that really was plenty to make him keen to follow. His chin tips up, breathing heavily. The scale pattern that marks out his tattoo is glossy and vibrant from the heat, red flowers and snakes heaving on his chest in time with his breath. He does not put up any resistance, and he makes low, tense sounds through the grit of his teeth as pressure winds up and then releases in sparks. He manages to stay upright, but not without tension flicking up through the muscles in his back in a jerk, sounding instead relieved and breathlessly amused. That was fun.

He sits panting for a moment before he flops back down into his place in the hollow of Dante's arm. Hot. Sticky. It could have been a kiss he was pressing against Dante's shoulder, if not for the teeth. He's mouthy, this one. ]

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