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[helluvamess]

"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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[helluvamess]

This feels like new territory; he'd never really let Stolas take the lead between them and isn't entirely familiar with giving up control. Even when he let someone top him, Blitzø controlled it as much as he could the whole time. Astarion doing this felt like something he didn't deserve, a level of care he hadn't earned. The kisses, the touch that feels like he's taking his time, like he wants to take his time, and the words... all of it makes him flush like a stupid virgin and feel just as awkward.

Fuck, even his mouth is dry and he has to swallow hard to get words out.

"H-hah, I bet you say that to all the imps..."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I do," Astarion agrees, but then casts a sly smile up at him that says a lot about the sample size they're working with. He tugs Blitzø's clothes to his knees, pressing cool, open-mouthed kisses to his shaft.

[helluvamess]

"Fuck-" There's something about the odd coolness of Astarion's mouth on him that is weirdly hotter than it should be and made him think that maybe there's something to all that temperature play bullshit. It also helps that Astarion is hot as fuck and watching him pressing his lips to his length is something Blitzø is pretty sure most people would kill to experience.

A little hesitantly, aware of Astarion's past experiences, Blitzø reaches out to thread his fingers through the vampire's pal hair and gently massage his scalp. There's no attempt to try and force him places or push him further, and if Astarion shies from the touch, he stops immediately.

[sixfeetofdirt]

He doesn't. The thing he'd flinch from is any attempt to have his hair used as a handle; on the contrary, this gentler kind of touch is very nice indeed. He hums his pleasure and takes Blitzø into his mouth, focused now on giving him some slow, thorough head.

[helluvamess]

It's hard for him not to do exactly that, bury his hands in Astarion's curls and shove him around, fuck his face outright even. He's usually been rough with Stolas whenever the goetian had done this, their moments together usually venturing towards the rougher side of things overall. It's difficult not to do the same here out of both habit and a desire to purposefully fuck things up, upset Astarion and prove that he's just an asshole who doesn't deserve the kind of care the vampire offers.

But he doesn't want to do that and hurt him either. Astarion doesn't deserve that and so Blitzø forces himself to take deep breaths and focus on kneading the vampire's scalp, letting go if he feels himself getting too close to fisting his hair or pulling. A few whimpers escape him as Astarion works him over, and at one point he has to drop his hands to dig them into the bedding instead and fight the urge to thrust up into the other man's mouth.

"Fuck, Astarion... almost..."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion can feel him getting close, and he spares him any temptation to fuck his throat by doing the work himself - bobbing his head in smooth, fast strokes, pulling right up to suck at the head and then swallowing to the root. He keeps his hips pinned down with both hands, determined to push him over the brink hard.

[helluvamess]

Blitzø resists it as long as he can, initially he tells himself that Astarion might want to pull away and, as that becomes clearly not the case, then it's to try and drag out the moment as much as he can, the almost painful need to come building up and up...

He might have managed a little longer, if he hadn't looked down and caught Astarion's gaze for a moment. It's that which pushes him over, his head tipping back in a long groan and body straining against the strength of Astarion's grip.

When he finally starts to come down again, Blitzø feels more drained and tired than he has in a while, although he does his best to try and hide it. "Fuck, ok. That was pretty fucking good."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion swallows efficiently and presses one last kiss to Blitzø's hip, smiling up at him like a contented cat.

"Mm. Flattery gets you everywhere, darling."

[helluvamess]

"Flattery's not the only thing I can do to show my appreciation," he returns, gently tracing the tip of Astarion's ear with a claw.

"Didn't I promise to see how many rounds you could manage?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion closes his eyes for a moment, shivering with pleasure. It's ridiculous that his ears are sensitive when they're so...accessible.

"...I think it became more of a mutual bet, but yes, you did."