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You had not planned on spending your Friday evening camping with Dante.
In fact, you hadn’t planned on seeing him at all, let alone any time soon. While you got along fine with the Demon Hunter (hell, he was even someone you considered a friend at times), you kept your head down for the most part and focused on your own work. So when he called you up with news of a job that he wanted your help with, you hesitated. Sure, tracking demons was your speciality and you knew that Dante knew you were the best for the job- however the man was trying to seriously lowball you. He had offered you a measly 15% of the payout when you knew your assistance would be worth at least a 40% cut. You requested the run down of the job, which Dante gave you all the information he had, and then you formulated a plan. The demons he was after were pack critters, they sought out caves to live in and did so in high numbers. They tended to live nocturnal lives that kept them out at night doing God knows what, only returning to the cave at dawn to settle down to sleep. Tracking a pack like this was a run of the mill job and you could find them easy peasy. You gave Dante a quick formula of the plan, and he was quick to agree on the cost of your health- on your terms. So all that was left was to remind him to bring a sleeping bag before hanging up and agreeing on a time to meetup.
And so that led you here- the middle of a dense, deep forest sharing a campfire with Dante. The two of you met up at sun down and made your way to the dark forest outside of Red Grave City. Not many who went in came out, but there were no worries there. At least, not for you with Dante alongside you. Although you were not a fighter in the least, you had Dante to keep an eye out for you. He had let you take the lead, tracking the pack of demons by following what you were trained to do. You knew what signs to look for- their footprints, the smell of blood and waste, the feeling of the energy in the air. Excitement coursed through your veins; if you had attempted a tracking gig like this solo, things certainly would not have worked out in your favor.
Once you came as close to the cave as you could without actually approaching it, you stopped and turned to look at the man walking alongside you. “Alright, we are basically here,” you nodded at the prominent desire path between the trees ahead, no doubt created by the pack of demons up that had their lair only feet ahead from where you stood. “That path likely leads to their lair- This is a good stopping point,” You stretched, feeling the weight of your backpack dig into your shoulders. It had been a while since you were out in the field like this, mostly content working at your desk these days. “We should wait it out here overnight and by dawn, the horde will return to nest for the day. That’s when you should get them.”
Dante gave no sign he was listening to your words, but instead took his backpack off and placed it onto the ground. “Alright,” he agreed with a nod as a cheeky grin slowly spread across his face. “Well.. since we have time and all, I have an idea on how to help the wait pass faster before I have to spring into action.” As he said this, he knelt onto the ground next to his bag and pulled out a 6 pack of beer out of it.
You had to fight back a laugh at this- truly, only Dante would think of drinking as a way to pass time before killing a horde of demons. “What are you- okay,” you conceded quickly. “Just what did you have in mind, exactly?”
“We rarely get to spend any time together anymore, I thought it would be fun to play a game. A drinking game of sorts.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, trying to entice you into indulging him this one time.
And you had to admit- he was right. The two of you ran in similar, demon hunting circles, that much was true. But ever since the success of the last major job you took, you found your phone was ringing off the hook more times than not with new potential demon tracking jobs. You didn’t have nearly as much time to grab a drink with your dear old pal Dante as you did in what you both referred to fondly as the good ole days. And the times you did see him, he was asking for your assistance on something or another. Maybe the two of you had become more like work pals instead of actual friends? In all fairness, you were a good ally for him to call whenever he needed help tracking down a demon or something and he always at least tried to compensate you fairly. Or whatever Dante considered fair.
You looked at the six pack of beer Dante held in front of you before looking at him. Condensation dripped down the glass neck of the bottle; you were sure the inside of his backpack must be damp now too. The beer was definitely lukewarm by now, but a beer or two did sound nice. Especially since you had a few hours to kill before sunrise.
“Sure, why not?” you sighed, giving in to Dante’s games per usual. “But first, can you help me pitch the tent?” You had brought your camping supplies with you as you knew this job would involve a stake out. And there was no way you were waiting out the duration of the night or the impending fight under the open sky.
“Oh, you want me to pitch a tent, babe?” Dante smirked, once again wiggling his eyebrows at you but this time in a much more suggestive way. “I can definitely do that for you, if you give me the right incentive.”
You rolled your eyes, suppressing the urge to groan. “Very funny, wise guy. No- I told you to bring a sleeping bag. And I am not sleeping outside.” You shrugged off your backpack and let it fall to the ground. Attached to it was a separate, rolled up bag that held the tent along with the rope and pegs it came with. You had also brought along with you a shovel, for when it came time to put the campfire out. Although this was a job, and it was likely this area of the forest would undoubtedly feel some sort of repercussion from the fight Dante was going to engage in, you still felt strongly about following the golden rule of camping and leaving this campsite better than you found it. You knew how to pitch a tent, obviously, having spent many days and nights in the wilderness while you trained under your mentor the art of demon tracking. But having Dante help would definitely make it an easier process.
The first step was unpacking the bag that held your tent, which you did, pulling out the poles that held up the tent. You handed one of the poles to Dante and began to insert the ends of the poles into each other, making sure they were secure. The two of you worked in tandem getting the tent set up. Once it was set up, you pulled the actual fabric of the tent up which formed the usual ovalish-rectangular shelter. The tent wasn’t huge by any means, but would be comfortable enough to fit two sleeping bags in although you’d have to be side by side.
Finally, you had to make sure the tent was secure and bolted safely to the ground beneath it. You pulled out the little mallet that you used to hammer the corners into the ground and turned to Dante with a hesitant question as you were sure you already knew how he’d respond, “Do you want to do the hammering or should I?”
Dante’s face lit up with the promise of getting to use the hammer. “Oooh,” He sounded nearly giddy with excitement at the opportunity. “Please, let me. No one ever lets me use a hammer. I insist. I can totally be trusted with the hammer.”
Wordlessly, you passed the mallet over to him. Dante quickly got started hammering the edges of the tent into the ground, humming a tune as he got to it. You had no doubts that you were opening a new can of worms by letting him do the hammering, unsupervised at that, but you couldn’t deny him, not after just the chance of using the hammer seemed to make him so happy. You decided to let fate handle it and instead get the campfire going. Luckily, the clearing where the two of you made camp was in the middle of the forest so there was an abundance of branches and twigs around. After gathering some, you arrange the wood into a criss cross pattern, with kindling and smaller pieces on the top. You got the fire going with your lighter, satisfied with your work. A silence fell over the two of you as you worked. The lack of hammering noises meant that Dante was done with the tent as well, and you glanced over his work quickly before giving him affirmation with a “good job,” complete with a thumbs up while you were at it.
You settled down on the forest dirt, sitting with your legs crossed in front of the campfire. The smell of the smoke from it filled your nose and the dirt underneath you was cold and musty. While it wasn’t the comfiest seat you’d ever chosen, leaning back onto your lumpy backpack would have to do. You shifted, trying to get comfy before letting yourself lounge on the floor, your legs stretched out in front of you. Dante removed his signature red jacket and placed it on the ground next to you before settling in on it. He then took his gloves off as well and reached to grab a beer from the six pack. He bit the cap off with his teeth before passing it over to you. A comfortable silence settled on over the two of you, drinking your lukewarm beers in silence before the inevitable began. The beer was lukewarm but not awful. Hoppier than you were expecting for a beer that Dante would choose.
“So…” Dante started before trailing off and having a sip of his beer. An owl hooted in the distance, filling up the momentary silence. Dante’s eyes trailed once slowly over your lounging body, starting from the very tip of your tennis shoes before dragging their way up to locking onto your own eyes, the glow from the campfire made them look much more devious than normal. “What do you prefer? Truth or dare or Never Have I Ever?”
You snorted, “What are we, middle schoolers?” You had to laugh; It had been a long time since you had played either game and even longer since you had a reason to play a drinking game at all. Your life really had become all work, not so much play, you thought with a sigh. Thinking about it for a moment, you decided to throw caution to the wind. Why not have some fun? You couldn’t think of a reason not to, besides the over-looming presence of the demon cave that was up ahead, but you decided to ignore that for now. Clearing your throat before bringing the beer bottle up to your lips, you responded, “Never have I ever. It's the true drinking game for a reason.”
Dante sipped his drink before nodding and holding his drink up in a pseudo toast, “I’ll drink to that.” You both took a short swig of your beers. He wiped his mouth on his wrist before saying, “I’ll start. Never have I ever gone camping.”
You lifted your bottle to your lips, noting how Dante’s eyes seemed to follow the action and linger at your plump lips, and took a long sip. “That’s an easy one. You know I’ve gone camping before.”
“True. The first few rounds are easy. Helps to get the game going and the beer flowing.”
You rolled your eyes. “I know how to play,” you sighed as you tapped your fingers against your beer bottle idly, thinking of the next prompt. “Never have I ever … killed a demon.”
Dante took a hefty sip of his beer. “Now that’s an easy one!” He laughed good naturedly. “But let’s not talk about work if we don’t have to,” He caught your expression- an unamused look, after all you were on a job so you should both be at least a little self aware. “At least not right now. Anyways.. Never have I ever… read a book on the mating behaviors of Hellenistic demons for fun. Or whatever you’d call it.”
You sipped your beer, impressed and slightly touched he remembered your specialty. “Never have I ever been shot by a woman.”
Dante took a finishing gulp of his beer, before tossing the now empty bottle aside and cracking open a new one again with his teeth. You were mildly impressed with how fast he was able to crush it but you recalled that drinking seemed to have always been something he was good at.
“Playing dirty now, huh?” His eyes glimmered mischievously. “Fine, I see how it is. Never have I ever hooked up with someone for access to forbidden scripts that may or may not have contained information on a specific subspecies of demons. And then they didn’t even. And it was bad too.”
“I told you that in confidence,” You said, barely able to get that sentence out as your jaw had dropped almost comically open before you were able to snap out of the shock to take the final sip of your beer. “You pig, I can’t believe you are using that against me! And for a drinking game too!” You sighed dramatically and held out your hand for another beer.
Dante bit off the cap of a new bottle before handing it over. “Well, that was your first mistake.”
You snatched the beer from him and sighed. The downside of knowing Dante for as long as you had meant you knew quite a few things about each other, the good and the bad. This was the longest the two of you have had a non-work related conversation in as long as you could remember and you weren’t about to let it slip away. You took a sip of your fresh beer before thinking of the next Never Have I Ever prompt. “Hmm… never have I ever gotten a lap dance.”
He took a sip of his drink and met your eyes. “That one was just weak. Never have I ever flirted with anyone to get what I wanted.. And had it work.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that one before taking a large swallow of your lukewarm drink. “You complained about my questions but that was just bad. Doesn’t that already fall under the prompt you played before?” You had another sip of your drink. “Almost like you’re trying to get me drunk.” You felt a flush start to gather on your skin making your cheeks feel like they were on fire, amplifying your words.
A cheeky look was on Dante’s face- was it the alcohol or just the glow of the campfire on his face? Was he always this handsome? Almost boyishly so, and his eyes really were the most beautiful shade of blue and his smile was so-- you shook the thought out of your mind before you let it carry you away. It was getting hot being this close to the campfire. Maybe the booze was getting to you. Maybe it was a combination of both of those elements and more that was getting to you. You decided to shed your jacket, leaving you in the sensible t-shirt you wore to this camping adventure.
“So what if I am?” Dante’s eyes roamed up the now exposed skin of your arms. You felt like you were almost on display for his wandering eyes and decided to play into it, moving your body so that you were turned facing him entirely. “You work too much. You deserve some time to let loose,” He said before he idly sipped his drink. The action was slow and deliberate, like he was almost teasing you. You watched him swallow the near final sips of his second beer, watching as the gulp moved down his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed from the action.
You found yourself shivering under his stare but couldn’t bring yourself to disagree. You did work too much and if you were honest, this was the most fun you’d had in a while. Even if you did feel slightly juvenile playing the game. But also, you were no quitter. You were determined to best him, in whatever ways you could while playing a drinking game where there really wasn’t a victor.
The night continued on as you played Never Have I Ever. Slowly but surely, you each had finished your second beer and moved on to the third, which was also quickly being drained. The moon was now high in the sky and if the campfire wasn’t still going, you’d both be bathed in the moonlight. A full moon, you idly thought. It was almost near silent in the forest now, except for the sound of the two of you conversing and the occasional owl or cricket. You would have almost forgotten you were there to help track a horde of demons if you didn’t have it sitting in the way back of your mind.
The heat from the campfire must have been getting to you, there was a sheen of sweat now under your shirt and your face felt warm. Two beers in and you were already feeling like this- you were almost nervous to see where another beer would take you. It almost felt like you had too many layers of clothes on and you couldn’t help but wonder if Dante was feeling the same way as you were. Maybe he was, if the amount of times you caught him looking at you meant anything. Maybe the flush on his ears and neck weren’t just from the campfire and booze, maybe it was from you too. Either way it was making you feel brave. And it was your turn to provide the next drinking prompt. You wet your lips before speaking, “Never have I ever had sex in a tent.” You peered at Dante expectantly.
He didn’t sip.
“Really?” You had to laugh. “I’m surprised.”
“Hey, I said I've never gone camping before, why would I have had sex in a tent?” He held his hands up in front of himself like he was giving up and shrugged. It was true, Dante had said that. “Shows how well you know me,” he teased.
“What the- Hey, you started it!” Laughter was bubbling in your chest, the warm feeling spreading across your body. You leaned over a little, aiming to smack him playfully on the arm but ended up misjudging where you were going to land, and instead grabbed his arm for support. His arm was hard to the touch, no doubt from all that muscle you knew he had. You fought the urge to squeeze it, to really feel those muscles.
Dante looked at you, his blue eyes peering into your own as if he was looking for something. His larger hand slid up and over your own, grasping it slightly without hesitation. It was even warmer than you felt. Before you could try to say anything, his voice interrupted any train of thought you had, “We could always change that, if you want.” His always-charming smile flashed in your direction along with a wink and all of a sudden you felt dizzy. Dizzy because you genuinely weren’t expecting this, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t into it. The heat you thought was from the campfire grew and you felt it spread across your body.
When you didn’t say anything, apprehension flashed briefly across Dante’s expression, and he started to move his hand away from yours, like he suddenly doubted his actions. He opened his mouth to no doubt say something stupid or to back peddle, but instead snapped it shut when you suddenly sat up sharply. Throwing your head back, you chugged the final few sips of your beer before setting it down on the grass with the other discarded empty bottles of beer. You then stood and raised your arms above your head, stretching slightly before dusting yourself off and sauntering over to Dante and settling down on his lap. It was now or never, and you decided now was a much better choice than never.
Dante looked surprised at first, his eyebrow quirking up in intrigue and his eyes widening before regaining composure, but quickly shifted gears and wrapped his large arms around your waist. He was still holding into his almost empty beer and you snatched it from his hands. Tipping your head back once more, you drank the final few sips of his beer and wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. You were still holding on to the bottle when you wrapped your arms around his neck, crossing them behind his head, and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was slightly bitter like the beer you both had been drinking but not at all in a bad way. Dante’s hands shifted and moved to squeeze your hips appreciatively. His lips were softer than you thought they’d be.
You broke the kiss briefly to look into his eyes, making sure that this was okay. You knew he processed alcohol different from the average person, but still, you wanted to make sure. Dante was still your friend and you cared about how he felt about all of this. He met your gaze with heat behind it and answered your unspoken question by pressing his lips back to yours, deeper this time. You felt the press of his tongue against your bottom lip and slightly parted your lips to allow his tongue access. The taste of the beer and strawberries overtook your tastebuds. All shyness you may have felt upon the initial kiss evaporated, replaced by something much needier.
Dante’s tongue pressed into your mouth with an urgency you didn’t see often from the normally laissez-faire man. His tongue dragged across your teeth before meeting with your own tongue and rubbing against it. Your lips moved in tandem together, matching in movement and slotting against each other perfectly. A desperate feeling coursed through you. The frequency in his kisses was building against your lips and you felt yourself sighing into the kiss. A familiar heat was building in between your thighs and the feeling was making you shift a little on his lap. The more you did that, the more you could feel something unmistakable poking up into your thigh. Knowing what it was, you couldn’t stop yourself from shifting more on his lap, grinding down against him which drew a loud groan from the silver haired man. It was muffled by your lips, still pressed tightly together.
Feeling brave, you let the empty beer bottle you were holding behind Dante’s neck fall to the ground in a silent clang to the grassy floor. You moved your now free hand to his right arm which was currently wrapped tightly around your waist. You tugged on it in a way that let Dante know to loosen up, which he did. You then pulled that arm, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast instead. Dante took full advantage of that, squeezing it to his heart’s content. A loud, poorly concealed moan escaped you at a particularly hard squeeze. A quick learner, Dante continued to roll your breast in his hand, squeezing it before pulling his hand back to pull slightly on your nipple through your bra. Your back arched at the sensations like you were unable to control the action, it was a pure response to his ministrations on your body.
Breaking the kiss once more, you pulled back to look at Dante. His face was dusted a rosy pink and you had no doubt you were looking the same. His pretty mouth was glossy from your mixed saliva and his chest was heaving. It was a good look for him. His large hand still gripped your breast tightly, unwilling to let go. You cleared your throat, hoping to clear your head as well, “Should we…?” You gave a pointed nod in the direction of the tent the two of you had set up earlier.
Dante nodded in agreement, an eager expression on his face. “Yeah,” he was almost panting, struggling to catch his breath as he spoke. “Let’s go.” He pulled his hands back from you, releasing you to let you stand up and off his lap. Standing up himself, he quickly tried to discreetly adjust his pants while you pretended not to notice. Pride surged through you as you realized you were the cause of the massive bulge hidden beneath his pants. Dante then retrieved his backpack and sleeping bag while you did the same. He unzipped the door of the tent and held it open for you, ever the gentleman. “Ladies first.”
You adjusted your shirt before moving to enter the tent, trying to regain your modesty like you weren’t just fondled to your heart’s desire. As you walked past Dante, you let yourself brush up against him, letting your hand drift from his chest downward. You felt the unmistakable harness that laid underneath his belt. You couldn’t help yourself from letting your fingers linger there briefly before moving on. Once you entered the tent, you laid your sleeping bag on the floor and sat on it. The backpack that you had brought with you was discarded at the head of your sleeping bag. You patted the ground next to you expectantly for Dante to place his sleeping bag there.
He entered the tent and zipped the door closed behind him. Placing his sleeping bag next to yours, Dante sat down across from you. The glow from the campfire outside the tent brought in a slight illumination into it, enough that you could see the broad man across from you. You knew he could see you a lot more clearly than you could see at all, but that didn’t bother you much when what you were about to do was mostly done with closed eyes.
Not wanting to waste any time, you pulled off your t-shirt, revealing the practical bra you wore on this excursion. Dante’s eyes widened at the sight of your bare skin. “Wow,” he let out a low whistle. “Eager, are we?” His fingers twitched like he was fighting the urge to touch you.
You scooted closer to him and grasped at the hem of his own Henley shirt, his usual red jacket left outside where the two of you sat previously. You tugged at it, signaling you wanted it removed from him as soon as right this second. He complied, lifting his shirt off of his body, revealing his god-like physique to your very welcoming eyes. You knew he was ripped, you could feel it whenever the two of you shared a hello or goodbye hug, but you had no idea the details just how built he was. Struggling to respond to him, you blinked a few times as you tried to pull your eyes away from his abs. You were dying for the chance to run your tongue over them. Dragging your eyes from his abs to his pecs and then finally up to his face, you didn’t fail to notice the pleased smirk on Dante’s face. He clearly liked you ogling him. You shook your head; It helped bring you back to concentration and break the spell his body had over you. “Well, we don’t know exactly how much time we have before the horde returns…” You said, almost whispering like you were afraid being loud would break the spell of whatever had fallen over the two of you.
At your mention of the horde, Dante’s smirk fell. It was replaced with an expression that was a bit more focused. Almost dark with determination, even. “Let’s not waste any more time then, huh babe?” As those words left his mouth, he reached for you, pulling you once again onto his lap. Your scantily-clad chest pressed up against his uncovered chest and heat pulsed between the two of you. Dante licked his lips before speaking once more, “After all, I’ve been waiting to do this..”
Before you could ask exactly what he meant, Dante closed the gap between your lips once again. Quickly and breathlessly, you returned to the heavy kissing you were doing outside of the tent. This time with much more touching- you ran your hands from his shoulders to down his bare chest to over his nipples, trying everything and anything to get a reaction from him. You finally get what you were looking for in the form of a gasp when you drag your blunt nails down his chest, raking over a nipple. It seems to light a fire under him or at the least encourage him to do the same as his hands start an exploratory journey over your torso.
As you kissed, you shifted your hips on top of him. Partially to ease the ache between your thighs but also because you almost couldn’t believe the bulge you were sitting on. A particular hard grind onto Dante’s groin made him pull back from the kiss momentarily to curse. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, unsure if that was a good or bad exclamation. “You okay?”
Dante laughed shakily, “Yeah,” he gulped. The blush that dusted his features suited him, and his lips matched a red shade from the kissing. “Feels good, is all.”
You pressed down on his erection, grinding harder. “I can tell.” Every shift you made sent sparks up your spine.
“Hey, you told me you wanted me to pitch a tent. I’m just doing what you asked me to do, babe.”
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Instead, you opted to lean in and seal your lips back to Dante’s. His hands continued to trail across your skin, drawing nondescript patterns and designs. The trail his fingers left on your skin felt like they were dragging fire all over you. It was almost too hot in the tent, whether it was just from him or the act between the two of you, you didn’t know.
He broke the kiss, moving his mouth down your cheek to chin to neck, creating a trail of kisses as he went. The scruff on his jaw burned the sensitive skin on your neck as it dragged along it. Once he reached your clavicle, he bit down and sucked slightly. You gasped, feeling a mark start to bloom where his teeth were. The added friction from his facial hair made your skin feel like it was being burned- you knew he was going to leave a brutal hickey but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Continuing to bite and suck on your collarbone, Dante clearly liked the noises you made as he did so. He pulled back to admire his work before pressing his lips to yours once more.
Dante’s wandering hands come to a stop when they reach the waistline of your jeans. He dipped a finger beneath, like he’s testing the waters to see how you respond. You answered his unspoken question by breaking the kiss and momentarily untangling yourself from his embrace to stand up and slide your jeans down your legs. His gaze follows the garment until it’s a pool of denim around your ankles. After that, Dante’s eyes are doing laps up and down your half naked form as if he looked away for even a second, you’d disappear. If you had known today held this encounter for you in the cards, you would’ve worn a matching set of undergarments. Or at least a nicer pair of underwear, something less practical.
You shake your feet free from your jeans and move to sit back on Dante's lap but he stops you with a raised hand. Instead, he pats the sleeping bag under him, “Lay down.” His voice is commanding yet easygoing, like he’s holding back something. You’re dying to know what it is. “I want to do something,” he tells you, a mischievous tone once again in his voice.
“Oh yeah?” You questioned, as you felt a smile you couldn’t hide fall over your face. “And what would that be?” You teased him, but did as he requested, reclining back on the sleeping bag until you’re lying flat on your back with Dante still sitting next to you. He looks over your body once more, his eyes lingering on where you are still clothed, before adjusting to lay next to you, side by side. He leaned on his arm for support with his free hand coming to rest on your hip affectionately. He radiated heat from it that felt like it warmed your whole body. Your faces were mere inches apart and for not the first or second time tonight you found yourself really appreciating how pretty Dante was up close.
He seemed to be thinking the damn near thing as you because suddenly, Dante’s large hand cupped the side of your face. He licked his lips before speaking, “You’re really pretty.” The compliment was unexpected, you were sure you would be blushing if the blood in your body wasn’t rushing elsewhere. You found your eyes were unable to break from staring at the mesmerizing sight of his wet lips. Before you could respond, his grip on your face tightened slightly before he leaned in to kiss you again. You opened your mouth to coax his tongue into it, sucking slightly. The hand that was on your cheek slid down, stopping for a moment to stroke your neck before dipping down to your shoulder to give that a squeeze as well.
You continued to kiss, and you found yourself really getting into it now. Soft, whimper-like moans and sighs were escaping you at an increased interval. Really, you were unable to help yourself- it had been such a long time since you had just kissed someone. Most of your more recent encounters had been urgent and fast; you were unwilling to truly make time to savor it like you were now. Dante’s hand moved off your shoulder and continued its path downwards. It stopped at your clothed breast, squeezing sharply and pulling a loud moan from you which Dante promptly swallowed in his kiss. You could feel the smirk of his lips and that only turned you on more.
Dante’s hand moved even more downwards, dancing over your stomach before it reached the edge of your underwear. His pointer finger dipped under the waistband, pulling the elastic teasingly before letting it snap back on to your flesh. Another unspoken question, which you were more than happy to answer by grabbing his hand and guiding it under your underwear and between your legs to where you wanted it. Dante groaned- he actually groaned, a low, guttural sound lost to die on your lips- when he felt the wetness between your thighs. He stroked your slit experimentally, listening to how your breathing changed as a sign to how you felt. You shifted your legs, opening them wider so he could get his hand in between your thighs better.
Once you did that, Dante wasted no time getting his hand closer to your heated skin. His fingers were wet enough just from stroking you that his long pointer finger slipped inside you without any resistance at all. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you. Slowly, Dante pumped that finger in and out of you before he added his middle finger inside you too. Your legs were already feeling weak from the stimulation. His thumb found your clit and you found yourself grabbing on his bicep to keep you tethered to this earth and stop you from floating away. Your lips fought to keep up with his- it was all too much.
As if he could sense you needed air, Dante pulled away from your lips so you had a chance to catch up with your breathing. Your pants and sighs filled the sound of the tent, the feeling of Dante’s fingers were building you up to something truly amazing. Dante sighed, a seemingly content rumble that you felt spread to your own body. Breaking the silence between the two of you, Dante spoke up, “Are you always this wet or is it just for me?”
Unable to gather yourself enough to focus on responding, you just nodded in response. You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t really answer his question, too wrapped up in how amazing his fingers were making you feel. His thumb sped up the tight, little circles it was drawing on your clit and you could feel yourself getting wetter and closer to your peak. If you weren’t as into it all as you were, you’d maybe feel a little embarrassed for being so close so fast. You moved your hand from where it was grabbing Dante’s bicep to his cheek so that you could bring your faces back together in another kiss. Your tongues met before your lips did. You were grateful Dante seemed to enjoy the act of kissing as much as you did.
Moving his fingers in a “come hither motion”, you felt that familiar, urgent heat gather and build under your belly button. It wasn’t fair- you hadn’t expected this evening to go this way, and you really hadn’t expected Dante to be talented with his fingers. Breaking the kiss once again, Dante pulled away to look at your face. “How's that feeling, babe?” The look on his face made it clear he already knew exactly how you felt and was going to use that to his advantage.
“D-don’t stop,” Your voice was more high pitched and breathless than you expected and you felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Please, I-,” your voice faltered as you felt the edge of an orgasm creep up on you.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Dante smirked and moved to sit up. He shifted so that he was now sitting between your spread legs. He pulled his fingers out of you and smirked, moving so that he was laying between your legs now, “in fact, I’ll do you one better”. He threw a wink in your direction before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. The anticipation was driving you insane, especially since you knew what was coming as Dante kissed his way up to between your thighs.
The sticky gusset of your underwear was pulled to the side, revealing your pussy to Dante’s hungry eyes. You felt his stare burn into your skin and you unconsciously spread your legs wider so that he could see all of you. Squirming in embarrassment at how exposed you felt, you couldn’t help but to look down at where Dante’s face was between your legs. You watched as he moved his thumbs to spread the folds of your labia apart. He sighed loudly at the view and moved closer to your core. Anticipation crept over you as you waited to see what he was going to do. To your surprise, you watched and he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He groaned loudly and muttered a barely concealed “ fuck ..” under his breath before you closed your eyes again. He was clearly trying to kill you.
Before you could think of a witty remark or complaint, you felt the first puff of Dante’s warm breath against your pussy and almost jumped in surprise. His hot tongue licked a stripe up between your slit and back down again. Clearly savoring the taste of you, Dante repeated the action and moaned. The vibrations from his tongue moved against you in a way that you could feel the slow but steady build of your orgasm coming back. He moved to licking the blunt of his tongue against your clit, clearly trying to build you up quickly and send you flying over the edge. Your hands had a mind of their own as they moved down to grab onto his silver hair, squeezing and pulling whenever he flicked his tongue in a way that felt just right.
It was happening so fast and you still couldn’t believe that you were here, doing this with one of your oldest friends. You squeezed his head as he shifted slightly, pulling his hand back to your entrance and pushing two fingers into your opening. The added stimulation had you reeling with pleasure; you were sure you were now pulling his hair so tightly it had to hurt, although- if it did, Dante made no complaints. Rather, he increased the speed of his fingers and curled them up towards the spongy spot within your opening. You were unable to stop yourself from moaning loudly, trying somewhat to be mindful of your volume. You definitely didn’t want to accidentally attract the attention of a wandering demon you both were supposed to be tracking and killing.
You were so close now, your legs shaking at your efforts to starve off your orgasm. You didn’t want this to end, although you knew what was coming next. Dante’s free hand moved to squeeze your thigh lightly, encouraging you to let go and give in to the feeling. He sucked harshly on your clit and that was all it took for you to tip over into the bliss you were fighting so hard. His only warning from you was a loud moan, signaling that you were about to come. Tingles ran up and down your spine as Dante continued to service you, prolonging your orgasm. Your toes curled and uncurled, against your control. You felt your thighs shake as Dante did not let up his actions. If anything, he continued and sped them up slightly.
Dante switched gears once again and moved from sucking on your clit to licking flat stripes against it. How he was able to move his tongue that quickly, you had no idea. But you also were not going to complain, not when heat laying under your belly button was building up so quickly again.
It was almost too much, bordering the line of overstimulating. You gripped the top of his head and pushed slightly to signal that enough, you were finished. But Dante didn’t stop, instead his fingers shifted from their non-stop assault on your g-spot to scissoring within you whilst his tongue continued to lavish your clit with attention. It was too much, you were going to come again so quickly after your first orgasm. Your back arched off the sleeping bag while you gripped his hair tightly as you came with a loud cry. Dante’s fingers and tongue continued as felt the waves of aftershock roll over you. You fell back onto the sleeping bag, completely boneless.
Moving back to look at you, Dante pulled away from your pussy. A long strand of spit, your own fluids, or some combination of both that connected his lips to your folds stretched and snapped as he moved away. Your chest rose and fell violently as you struggled to catch your breath. Your face burned, almost in equal beat of the burning you felt between your legs no doubt as a result from the sting of Dante’s stubble. Struggling to think of something to say, what came out was instead, “That was… amazing.”
A playful smirk graced Dante’s face, the lower half of it now covered in your slick and his spit. “Glad to hear it, babe.” He leaned over your body to press a kiss against your lips. “I definitely enjoyed myself.” The taste of yourself on his lips drove you crazy, sparking something within you. You moved your hand down his body and stopped at his waistband. Exhaling, you moved your hand lower and brushed it over his erection. He was so hard, it must have been painful. You rubbed your hand along it, feeling the length and girth of it. You had always suspected Dante was packing some heat and now you were dying to see it.
“Your turn,” You purred as you moved from under him and rose to your knees. You grabbed the bulge in his leather pants once again, earning a loud groan from the demon hunter. Your fingers danced up and down it, stroking and squeezing. You pressed hard enough that Dante’s head rolled back and he groaned again. Squeezing the head of his dick, Dante’s hand moved to grab your wrist. You immediately stopped and looked at him.
Dante cleared his throat, looking away. The blush on his face grew darker and you couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment. “I’m, uh, not going to last if you keep doing that..” He admitted while awkwardly rubbing his neck. The admission had a level of pride coursing through your veins, you couldn’t believe you had the legendary devil hunter bashfully admitting he was too turned on for any sort of repayment of what he just did to you. “How about we just move on to the main course?”
You nodded, “Sounds good to me.” Slowly, you stood to your full height and slipped your panties down your legs, leaving you just in your bra still. You quickly discarded that too, leaving you bare before him. Dante sat up to remove his boots before standing and shimming out of his tight leather pants as well. Of course, he went commando, you realized yet you were somewhat somewhat. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his naked body, confirming your suspicions that he was indeed hung.
Dante noticed your staring and posed slightly, flexing a little for your viewing pleasure. “You like what you see babe?”
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you instead nodded, finding no reason to lie. “Hell yeah I do,” your eyes drifted once again to linger on his cock before you realized. “Oh shit, I don’t have, like, protection or anything”. Of course you didn’t, this being something that was going to happen tonight wasn’t nearly on your radar as far as events that could happen on this gig. You were originally hoping to end tonight without being mauled by a demon, and now you found instead you were hoping to be split in half by something equally as intimidating.
Dante shrugged, seeming to not see the lack of protection as an issue. “No worries,” He said as he leaned to rummage in his backpack before pulling out a recognizable foil square. “I’ve got it covered.” He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth before tossing the wrapper to the ground and rolling the condom over his dick, pinching the tip of it. Before you could question why Dante had brought along condoms to your mission, you were instead silenced by the sight of him settling down on the sleeping bag once again. He grabbed the base of his cock, a coy smile falling across his face. “Now, how do you want it, babe?”
Not really in the mood to take such a monster laying down, you moved to get on top of Dante, pushing your hand on his chest until he was completely reclined and laying back on the sleeping bags. You sat on his lap, letting your slick pussy glide over his cock as you grinded down on him. “I want to be on top,” you murmured, as it was your turn to smirk down at Dante. His hands moved to rub your thighs as you straddled him.
“Hey, no complaints or arguments from me there.”
Nodding, you rose onto your knees and grabbed his cock from under you, lining it up with your pussy. The tip of him caught on your entrance and stole your breath from you. This was going to be a tight fit. You gave Dante one more look, one more chance to back out for any reason at all. “You ready?” Heat coursed through your body as you waited for his confirmation.
Dante met your eyes, the want in them had you shivering. He nodded in response and his hands moved to your hips, giving you an exploratory squeeze. “Oh, yeah. I’ve been ready for this.”
At his confirmation, you began to slowly sink down on him. His cock felt even bigger than it looked, every inch you took made your nerves inside light up. Pacing yourself was hard, he felt so good and you wanted to see the look on his face when he bottomed out inside of you. You suddenly understood why Dante was so adamant in making you cum twice before moving on, clearly that lubrication was needed. You glanced at Dante, his eyebrows were knitted together in clear pleasure and his gorgeous face was bright red. You were sure you were looking pretty damn near the same.
You continued to sink down onto Dante, taking him inch by inch. Finally, your pelvises met and he bottomed out in you. You were unable to suppress a moan, surprised by how good he felt inside of you. Letting yourself adjust to the sensation of being fully, you stilled on top of him. Dante’s hands squeezed your hips again, breaking you out of the trance he held on you. His voice was strained through his teeth as he urged you, “You gotta move, baby..”
Leaning forward, you placed your hands on Dante's chest to steady yourself before lifting your hips and pulling off him a little. You started at a slow pace, building up to something more fast and deeper. Your eyes couldn’t help but to close shut with the overwhelming feeling building up inside of you. With every bounce of your hips the blunt tip of his cock rubbed up against that sensitive spot deep within you and had you seeing stars beneath your eyelids. Forcing your eyes to open, you had to steal a glance at Dante. You had to know what he looked like right now- and it was better than you had expected. His face was flushed a deep red that extended down to his neck and chest. You watched as his eyes flicked from your own face to where the two of you met at his lap back and forth, like he couldn’t decide exactly where he wanted to look as you rode him.
The sound of skin on skin filled the tent. Dante’s hands on your hips helped you to guide your movements, helping you to move as you felt the burn of exhaustion start to ache in your thighs. Every movement had him brushing up against the sweetest spots inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You moved one of your hands from where it was resting on Dante’s chest and his eyes followed it as you moved it to rub your clit while you rode him. The extra stimulation had you reeling, your orgasm was now creeping up much faster than before. You increased your bouncing, desperate for it now.
“Fuck, Dante, I’m..” You stammered, unable to even get the words out.
Dante moved one of his hands away from your hips, still using the remaining one to help guide your movement. He moved the now free hands to above where you were stretched around him and nudged your hand away from your clit. He took over for you, rubbing tight little circles around it. His hand felt so much better than your own and it drove you crazy knowing that he knew exactly what you wanted him to do. “Fuck,” Dante groaned, almost like he was in pain. “Are you gonna come? I need you to cum on my cock, baby.” With his words, he started to thrust up to meet you every time you bounced on him, heightening the sensation. It was like he was more desperate for you to finish than he was for himself. He kept talking, “I need to feel you coming around me. Please..” It was all starting to be too much- that tight cord within you was getting more taut and it was going to snap.
Hearing Dante’s pleas for you to finish was the final push you needed over the impending cliff. You jumped head first into it, coming harder than you thought possible. A heat washed up your spine at your release and you felt yourself clench hard onto Dante, who was still helping to guide you while still meeting you thrust for thrust. You felt yourself start to falter in the waves of your orgasm, falling forward onto Dante’s chest. While you were still baking in the post orgasmic after tremors, you felt Dante grip both of your hips again and pound into you from below. A loud groan and the stuttering of his hips were all you got to signal his own release. Slowly, his hips rolled to a stop and his breathing leveled out. After a while you were both just laying there, his arms moving to adjust around you and his cock softening inside of you.
After a few moments passed, you sat up and slid off of the man beneath you. You opted to curl up next to him instead with your head pressed to his chest, which he welcomed with open arms. He held onto you so tightly, as if he was scared you’d disappear if he let go even for a moment. The two of you eventually started to breathe in tandem, each breath matching the other’s. A comfortable, content silence fell over the tent and you almost thought that maybe Dante had fallen asleep before he spoke up, “Soo..” He released one of his hands from you to awkwardly scratch at his scruffy chin.
Interrupting him before he had the chance to do something or say something stupid, you looked up at him, only to lock eyes with him as he was already looking down at you. Dante gave you a small, almost shy smile, an expression you rarely saw on your friend. For some reason you couldn’t quite pinpoint, it hurt your heart a little. You wiggled around, breaking the hold he had on you before you were able to inch up and press a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. His smile deepened some, returning the Dante you knew. His hand traced shapes on your back.
You laid back down, enjoying the post-coital snuggling some more before it dawned on you, “Wait a minute.. Why did you even bring a condom to this job to begin with?”
Dante shrugged, the motion moving your body along with his, “I dunno,” he admitted. You could hear the smile in his tone of voice. “Wishful thinking, I guess.”
You laughed at that, “Well, I guess it worked.” There was still quite a bit of time before sunrise and the demon horde would likely return to their nest. You moved to sit up to which Dante threw a confused look in your direction, clearly questioning why you would choose to leave the comfortable position you both were laying in. You started to unzip your sleeping bag that was under the two of you. “Come on,” You prompted. “Help me zip our sleeping bags together. It’ll be so much cozier under there.”
That was all it took to convince him, Dante jumped up and promptly began unzipping his own sleeping bag and lining the zippers of the two bags up to make one large sleeping bag to theoretically fit the two of you. Granted, the average sleeping bag did not account for a 6 '3 half demon man to be using it, but you found cuddling up with Dante to be wonderful regardless of how snug a fit it was. The sleeping bag was warm and toasty with him in it and you found his chest to be a more than suitable pillow.
Another comfortable silence fell over the two of you again, and you felt the call of sleep beckoning you. A rumble came from underneath you, in the form of Dante clearing his throat to speak once more. “Soo..” he trailed off, clearly trying once more to get something across.
“Yes, Dante?” You asked with a sign, unable to hide the exhaustion in your voice. A comfortable ache between your thighs, a few hickeys on your neck, and you felt thoroughly fucked.
“So.. you said that this horde will probably return around sunrise right?” Dante swallowed, like he was trying to play it cool. “That’s in a few hours?”
Why he was asking questions he already knew the answer to, you didn’t know. But you nodded your head against his chest in affirmation.
“And then I’ll finish the job, exterminate them or whatever,” he trailed off, getting distracted with whatever it was he was building up to say.
You nodded once again, still unsure where he was going with this. “Yep,” you yawned. “That was the plan.”
A beat passed. “But what about after?”
“After?”
“Yeah,” Dante let go of you to scratch his chin, a nervous habit you never noticed before. “After this mission is done. Where does that leave us?”
You blinked.
Dante took your silence as a sign to continue, “Are we cool?”
“Dante,” You sighed, only slightly in exasperation. “You just made me cum three times, I’d say we are more than cool.”
“Heh,” Dante couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. You could feel the pride radiating off of Dante before it switched off and something more insecure chimed through. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
You shifted in his arms, moving to look at his face. He looked away, almost shyly, which surprised you. You thought you knew your friend Dante pretty well, but this evening was showing you that there were so many parts of him you didn’t know. And thinking about those hidden parts made you realize you wanted to know them. You wanted to know all of him, the good and the bad. You pressed your hand onto his face, catching his attention back to you and making him focus on what you were about to say. You nodded, “We are cool. More than cool,” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. Now it was your turn to look away shyly. “I wasn’t expecting this job to turn out like this but I’m definitely not upset with the way things went down.” You glanced over at his face again, feeling more reassured by the relief that shimmered in his eyes. You felt a surge of confidence flow through you. “I’d like to see where this can go when we get back to Redgrave.”
Dante mirrored your confidence with a smile that worked all the way to his eyes. “I’d like that too, sweetheart.” His eyes shimmered with an admiration you never really noticed him look at with you before. Was it new or had it always been there? “I really would.”
You leaned in closer, sealing that promise with a kiss. When it broke, you felt another yawn escape you which made Dante laugh and pull you back to his chest. Your eyes felt heavy. There was nothing wrong with taking a little nap before having to deal with the horde of demons, besides, it wasn’t even you that had to deal with them. That was Dante’s job, and you knew he’d keep you safe. With that in mind, you drifted off to a deep, cozy sleep. Who knew what would bring when you woke up, but you were excited for once to find out.