Still.
Perhaps he just liked to annoy you, or maybe he's curious because he hasn't ever seen you... upset or expressive much beyond the disdain you carry when dealing with demons and the like. You're not gruff, but you're not soft spoken either. Perfectly balanced, right in the middle, holding this weird indifference to your character. When trying to get under your skin, he finds that his actions have consequences, which only adds to your allure.
In which Dante is put in his place, for once, by none other than the (AMAB)Reader.
Minors DNI.
You were reading over something you'd borrowed from the library, a book that you could find that pertained to demonology. It was filled with all sorts of information, with diagrams of horned beasts and chained monsters that you've fought before. There wasn't anything else that you really wanted to read, but you didn't know what else to do with your down time. You could only refine your skills and sharpen your blade so many times a day before even that didn't offer anything more than the burn in your muscles and the familiar ache of stretching your limbs for practice. You're human, weaker in comparison to the boss of your agency, but not inferior in the slightest.
Dante had come to acknowledge that from watching the way you'd dance around the battlefield, holding yourself upright and with poise despite the circumstances. Death didn't scare you, even if he thought you could be a little concerned with it. Though... knowing that you could handle yourself without his help was a comforting thought. He'd walked in the lobby of the Devil May Cry, leaning on the door way as he observed your resting expression. Even when resting you were so serious, lighten up a bit will ya?
He approaches, as you have your head down, but you're already quite aware. How could you not be? He leans his arms down on the couch, looking at you with a certain glint to his sky blue eyes.
"So... whatcha readin'?", he asks casually.
"Alighieri's Beastiary on the Nine Circles", you muse dully, flipping a page to look at a rather unpleasant demon.
Funny that you've yet to see the famed little red bastard with red horns and a spiked tail that people think of when they hear the world 'devil'. This one had a wide, gaping maw with teeth that were too straight and too white within its blackened gums.
"Ah, I see", Dante nods, as if he's read it before.
He wasn't much for reading himself, but that didn't mean that he too didn't happen to indulge in the literary arts from time to time. There were the greats like Liefeld and Nicieza. He preferred short stories, packed with action like his own. Although at the moment, he could care less about what lied on the pages. Dante reaches forward and swipes the book from your hands, not really paying attention to the grinning demon in your book. He was more focused on how you'd react.
The reaction is delayed, as if you're not quite able to process why the book had been removed from your hands as he looked it over. Dante chuckled when you turned your head to glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.
"Give that back", you state calmly, as you always had.
"If you want this back, why don't you come and get it?", he smirks, pulling his grin to one side of his face.
You wished at times that he'd be a little more serious, a little less playful, but you supposed that it came with Dante's charm. He didn't direct his silly games at you too often, granted you didn't buy into them and weren't one to be goaded but... you were bored. It wouldn't hurt to indulge him.
Just this once.
Getting up from your seat on the couch, you reach to take the book you were reading back, but Dante pulls his hand out of reach. Your mouth twitches. Leaning over it now, you reach again, and Dante moves his arm back further. He chuckles, and you give him a rather pointed stare. When you walk around the furniture, to stand in front of him, you reach for it again but he holds it above your head.
"Dante"
"Yeees?", he asks innocently.
"Hand the book over now"
"And what will you do if I don't, hm?"
You step closer, close enough to smell him, to see every minute detail of his face. Dante could use a shave, you reckon. His stubble is starting to grow out again, and he has an earthy scent to him. You cannot deny that you have a handsome man as your boss, nor the thought that eagerly presses itself to the front of your mind. This is the part where you'd usually glare at him, annoyed with this and leave to go and busy yourself with something else.
It comes as a surprise to the legendary devil hunter when you don't step off. He didn't think he'd find your hands taking his shirt into fists and turning him around so suddenly. Dante didn't think he'd ever be pushed over his own couch with you leaning over him. He could easily shove you back or hand the book back, this position isn't really threatening him at all. He feels himself smile, but that's only because he's impressed.
You're stronger than you look, he'd give you that. Now that he's looking at you from this position, he sees that there's a special little glint in your own eyes. Same as his.
"I'll do this", he say, amusement tinging your monotonous voice.
You watch him laugh quietly, feeling the way something curls in your chest at the sound he makes in his throat. It's a pleasant sound, and though you probably shouldn't be thinking about it... you wonder what other sounds he could make. Dante reaches out to you with one hand, caressing your cheek with one hand as the other sets the book down. The heat of his hand makes your feel warm, and perhaps a little bold.
"It must be quite the read, but I will say, you're quite the catch", his legs cross over your waist.
"Yes well, you have my attention now", you raise your brow provocatively as he leans forward.
You lean forward some more, using your legs as anchors for the both of you so that you two don't slide down the couch and onto the floor. There's a pause, a moment where neither person makes a move or says a word until the gap is finished off by the mutual attraction you had for each other. His lips are soft against your own, pressing against yours and gentle. You thought he'd be more reckless, as he was out while he fought, but this was good too. Dante moves his hand to rest behind your head and to move through your hair as you feel his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.
When you allow him to slip his tongue along yours, he is attempting to get more ground, curling himself upwards to push himself up and against you. You smirk as your hands remain where they were before, on his chest. Holding him down, you return the kiss with a dormant desire, something that's been longing for this moment. He giggles, as you assert yourself, holding him place but letting go of his shirt. One hand has him 'pinned' while the other trails down his body.
Down the anterior of his torso, along his oblique and towards his hips. It's a slow, deliberate travel as you pant into his mouth for air. He didn't need to breathe, he could suffocate on you all day if he wanted. The sound of you taking your breath back as you breathed into him was exciting, and he wanted more. Dante squirmed under your hand, your fingers feeling ticklish along his clothes through his skin. You couldn't help but to savor every inch of his body, enjoying the touch of the half-devil.
He was gorgeous, a marvel in his own right. You stroked his thigh before returning to your kiss. His legs pulled you closer, if that were possible. You were angled perfectly against his ass, if the two of you weren't clothed right now, all you'd need to do was push. Dante could feel that, the certain hardness pressing up against the curve of his ass through your pants.
"I want you", he growled, his teeth brushing up against yours as he looked into your eyes.
"Be patient, I'm not fucking you over the couch... and not on it either"
"Aw", he feigned disappointment at your response, "How about my room then?"
"That works", you lean back with ease, and watch as he untangles his hand from your hair to offer both them out to you so that you could pull him up.
The son of Sparda releases his legs from your waist as he holds onto one of your hands and leads you up the stairs. His room is... what you expected it to be, in all honesty. It's a bit messy, but it's not a pig's sty. You're back to kissing once the door closes behind you. He falls onto the bed with a gentle push, and you're back to that familiar position you had him in, taking your shirt off and helping him out of his own to abandon somewhere on the floor. Your hand pulls the belt from around his waist in a swift, one-handed motion.
Dante's dick presses up against yours as you press down into him. The friction is pleasant but it won't soothe neither of you. He groans when you free him. He's quite sizeable, you hum as you look down between the two of you, taking your cocks in hand and stroking the both of you. You spit into your hand to provide some lube, he's only surprised that you didn't pull out a small bottle. Ever the stoic, ever prepared. He guesses you weren't anticipating this.
To be fair, he wasn't anticipating this either.
The pace is set to a medium, neither fast or slow, which is like you. He watches you while you work, watching as your brow furrows and your face reddens. The tip of your cock rubs against his underside, massaging his frenulum as you press into him there. You hear a gasp draw from the hunter that pleases your ears immensely, at which you speed up your hand. Dante leans up and takes your lips again, groaning into your throat as you kiss him back. His hands find themselves elsewhere this time, at either side of your shoulders as he crosses his arms around your neck.
He likes the closeness, the way you're working hard to satisfy the both of you, him more than yourself. Such a gentleman. He'd gathered that much from you. Eventually he tires of the kissing, and his stubble tickles the side of your jaw as he moves in to claim your neck. He can see the way your artery moves beneath your flesh, and he enjoys the way you tighten the pocket of your hand as he places his teeth right on that spot. A soft sigh escapes you, nearly shuddering as Dante smiles beside your throat.
"You like that?", he asks as he prods his tongue against you, sucking gently to tug at your nerves.
He takes your silence as a 'yes'.
In retaliation, you grind your palm over his cock head, grinding into him and only urging him to bite elsewhere next. Brat. It's still a game, to see who buckles or caves first. It's not going to be you, even if his mouth makes you want to teach him a lesson. With your free hand you tap his shoulder, which causes him to stop. Dante worries, just for a second until you're tugging his pants off to get access to his ass. His eyebrows raise as he gets the idea and turns around to present. He even wiggles it at you, a taunt.
"Hmph", you put a hand on it, caressing the curve appreciatively. Should you pray before you eat?
...
Nah.
You give Dante a quick smack before spreading him open, delighting in his puckered hole winking at you in greeting. Leaning down you put your tongue over the ring of muscles, pressing in as you enjoy your feast. The grip you have on either cheek is rough, in the case that he tries to run away from you. His scent is most prominent here, and the way he pushes back into your mouth excites you. You can hear the devil chuckle at the warmth while you tongue fuck him.
His toes curl slightly, and he closes his eyes to get nice and comfortable as you treat him nicely. You're as hard as ever, as you spit in his hole, using it as lube as you rise, smearing the fluid over your dick before you get ready to push into him. It wouldn't be enough, and maybe you should've prepped him just a little bit better, but alas- he did interrupt your reading. Why should you take it easy on ol' Dante?
He groans under you as he welcomes your dick in, walls tensing around the intruder as you let yourself come flush to the hilt. A growl escapes your own lips as you grip his hips, looking down at him as he turns to look over his shoulder. You draw back slowly before snapping forward, relishing in the sound of your skin against his as he gasps. You're dreadful as you go in and out, wanting to lean over him so that your bodies are closer together, but you were on a mission. You had to teach this brat a lesson about taking things from you.
With each thrust into the devil hunter, you're angling yourself to find the right angle, listening attentively to the man under you as you fuck him. At a strong clench around your cock, you smirk while holding his eyes.
"Jackpot"
"That's my li- ah-"
One hand remains at his sides while the other reaches around for his dribbling dick, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Your rhythm has him grunting, his eyes squinting as he feels the coil behind his naval tighten. You're both close, ready to spill, so you start jerking him faster. The sounds he makes is music to your ears. As you grind into him, his grunting turns into growls. Like an animal in heat, and that makes this hotter somehow.
You rut into him a few more times before you spill your load, deep within the son of Sparda. Looming over him at last, you sink your own teeth into his shoulder, sucking in a satisfied groan as your dick throbs in his ass. He spills too, white ropes being emptied beneath him as you keep stroking him. You wouldn't be satisfied until he was drained. Dante's legs spasm under yours as you kiss where you'd marked him, not that it'd stay with his healing factor.
He whines as you grind into him, pushing him through his orgasm until he's shaking. At last, you relent when he can't take it, and you pull yourself from that impeccable ass. You feel your cum dribble down his taint, onto your own cock as you lay over him for a moment. He's pressed into his own filth, and you're being coated in your own, but you're both content.
"That was... hah... wow", he smirks as you stare at him, "Didn't think you had it in ya"
"Maybe you'll be wiser to heed my warning next time", you reply, going to move to admire your efforts.
"Maybe... or maybe I'll just keep pushin' my luck"
You make a face before going to collect your things to hit the showers. Dante laughs from where he lays, but you certainly wouldn't mind repeating today's lesson. It crosses your mind briefly as you exit, and harasses you as you let the cascade wash over your hair and down your back.
