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"Not this soon. Barely had anything to drink yet."

On purpose, if he's being honest. He's already got it in mind that the both of them could use the distraction and sex is the best way he knows of doing that. It's not like he's chugging Everclear this time.

"Not put off by a bit of voyeurism either, but I've got a feeling being caught in here would get us both barred."

"So you do have a tolerance after all," Blitzø teases with a wide, sharp toothed grin. The night was starting to look up a little more, although with Cain's remark he raises an eyebrow.

"What, you thinking about going back to yours and putting on a show for that blond partner of yours?"

"Pffft."

God, Abel might actually like that, but it's not something Cain's going to spring on him without asking first. Especially with Blitz being non-human. "Maybe next time. Gotta make sure your performance is up to scratch."

"Yeah well." Blitzø sobers up a little, dropping the flirting to shrug. "I don't have a bed at my place."

It had never really been a problem before, but he also typically didn't take anyone back to his room if he could help it. For that among other reasons.

"Guess we could use one of the empty rooms around here. There's usually a couple on my level."

"Pft, I got a place too, you know. And it does have a bed."

Not a bad bed either, to be honest. He wouldn't mind having a shower but eh, the communal ones do in a pinch, when he's not hanging out in Abel's room.

"Not getting shy on me now, are you?"

"I've never been shy in my life!" Blitzø lies, lyingly. "And no way I'm shy about that! I'm easily the best head you'll get on this ship, guaranteed!"

You know, just in case Cain had any doubt about his ego there. "I just don't wanna ruin you for your little blond later, not without you knowing what you're getting into."

The protest comes too quickly - it's enough to make Cain smirk at him even if he doesn't verbally challenge what he said.

"Don't think you're capable."

Of ruining him for Abel? Damn, he doesn't think anyone would ever be able to do that. It's not just about the sex anymore. At least... it's not for him. It's been that way for a while.

"But you're welcome to give it your best shot."

"You're fucking on, let's go."

The alcohol is forgotten now as Blitzø pulls himself back up to sitting and leans over to Cain, dragging the tip of his tail along his jaw.

"Which way's your room?"

"Down the hall."

They happen to be on the same floor as his cabin, isn't that lucky? Cain snatches up the end of Blitz's tail and maintains eye contact as he slips the pointed tip between his lips, briefly dragging the tip of his tongue over it before letting go with a smirk.

"C'mon. Before I start to chafe."

Definitely not what he saw himself doing tonight, but why the fuck not.

Cain grabs for his tail and Blitzø instinctively winces, not quite certain what to expect but as Cain teases it just briefly with his tongue, Blitzø freezes entirely. The other man couldn't have known that the spade is sensitive as fuck but he can probably guess from the wide-eyed stare and flush of colour on Blitzø's face that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

"..uh-huh, right. Hallway, just... how far again?" Fuck, he's stumbling over his words like he's never been touched before and shakes his head to clear it.

There's a lot to be read into that. The wince and apparent expectation of pain swinging quickly to the complete opposite as Cain teases him instead. He might not look even the slightest bit human but that sequence of reactions is easy enough for Cain to read.

"Cabin nineteen."

So, not that far at all. Cain is still smirking as he curls his fingers around Blitz's wrist and pulls him out of the Speakeasy, moving down the hall with confident purpose.

"You got any hard 'no's, Blitz?" Just making casual conversation, acting like he's overlooking the way the imp stumbled over himself.

Well ok, cocky fucker definitely had some practise to back it up, but Blitzø is quickly getting back into the swing of things as he follows after Cain.

"Eh, you know, normal stuff. Don't break any bones cause I don't heal any faster than you do, if we're getting knives involved just don't rip anything open that's gonna be fatal cause that's a mood killer... Uh, I don't think you're gonna have anything like barbed wire or bear traps so we can skip over those..."

There's a whole different level of kinks when it comes to demons and he has to remind himself that Cain is, as far as he knows, human.

"I guess if you're just talking vanilla, there's not much I haven't done already."

He has definitely not forgotten that Blitz isn't human, nor of the differences between them, but the answer to that question throws it back up into sharp relief for a moment.

"Bear traps," he echoes. Hard to see how one makes bear traps sexy in any way, but sure, demon stuff. Cain just shakes his head as they reach his door and unlocks it, pushing it open.

Inside the room is fairly simple and tidy, comfortable enough without looking like somewhere Cain has really settled. There's a bed and a small side table, a closet, and a slightly worn couch with a low table in front of it that has a few books stacked at one end. A couple of shelves have odd knick-knacks scattered across them. The door to the washroom (sans shower, of course) is cracked slightly open.

"Could go for blood play some time, if I can get hold of a knife that'll allow for it."

"Fuck, I left my knives," Blitzø sighs. It's not technically true; there is one in his boot but it was a gift from Johann and he's not keen to part with it for anyone. As they enter the room, he looks around with clear interest, taking in the space and how it looks both lived in and somehow not. There's no attachment to it like he has in his own shitty apartment or any of the other rooms he's been in here. It makes him think more of a hotel room someone's lived in for a while without making it their own much.

He pauses inside the door to remove his boots, largely to ensure the knife is still tucked away, and there's the soft tap of hooves on the floor in place of footsteps.

"Guess we'll have to have fun with that some other time."

"Guess we will."

Cain kicks his boots off, leaving them haphazardly in front of the couch as he crosses the room. He hooks the back of the collar of his t-shirt with his thumb and pulls it off, dropping it on the end of the bed as he turns around and sits on the edge of it, leaning back on the heels of his hands.

The fighter is broad-shouldered and well-muscled without being overly chiselled, all slender toned strength, and as he settles his weight back slightly he flashes Blitzø a smirk.

"Think we can have enough fun for the time being without it. C'mere."

Blitzø watches Cain strip off his shirt and settle back on the bed, eyeing him before he grins. There's a challenge he can definitely enjoy and he shrugs off his coat and gloves, then stalks towards Cain. As he does he works open his shirt to reveal more red and white skin then drops to his knees.

Grinning up at the larger man, he nudges Cain's knees apart, sliding his claws lightly over his thighs and settling himself between his legs.

"Yeah I can definitely think of some things we can do."

Straight to it. Cain has no complaints, and his smirk doesn't drop as Blitzø strolls over to him. The nudge to his knees has his thighs parting easily and he feels goosebumps rise up over his skin under the fabric of his pants in the wake of those claws, and a soft huff of air puffs out of his nose.

He lifts a hand, idly scraping one fingernail around the base of one of the imp's horns before he curls his fingers around it in a loose hold.

"Go ahead. Impress me."

Blitzø shudders, a delicious flicker of pleasure sliding down his spine as Cain's nail scratches against the thin skin at the base of his horn. It's not sensitive in the way that his tail is, but it's definitely something he enjoys and his head tilts slightly into it even as he focuses on his actual goal.

It'd be tempting to just get right to it, but there's a challenge here now and a desire to impress Cain just as much as there is to ensure they both have a good time, so Blitzø doesn't rush. His claws scratch lightly over Cain's thighs as he leans in, letting the man see exactly how many sharp teeth, not unlike a bear trap themselves, are there as he scrapes them against Cain's stomach and catches the waistband of his pants between them.

Just because they're not being soft and cutesy with each other, it doesn't mean they can't have their best possible time out of it, right? There's no reason in Cain's mind to avoid finding new ways to provide pleasure while Blitzø is kneeling between his thighs and while most of his exploration of the imp's foreign anatomy is experimental, he hasn't been disappointed so far.

He hasn't forgotten about that tail, though. He'll be coming back to that later.

That is a lot of sharp teeth and the scrape of them against his stomach has him catching his breath then exhaling a quiet chuckle. Cheeky. He's already half-hard under his zipper.

Cain idly draws his thumbnail around the back of Blitzø's horn, watching him with his head half-cocked and his eyes slightly lidded.

Blitzø shifts his attention and there's a pop as his tongue flicks open the button on Cain's pants, a suggestion of how dexterous it is, and he drags the zipper down with a claw. He pulls back a little, grinning up at the other man. Cain's exploration hasn't been unnoticed and he gets the feeling he's the first real non-human Cain's had a close and personal experience with.

"You can grab them if you want," he says lazily, referring to his horns. "Might wanna hold on to something later when you're busy moaning like crazy."

The laugh he gives is probably a shade on the side of sinister, but there's no harm intended as Blitzø slides his hand in to palm Cain's cock through his boxers, turning his attention to nip at the bare skin above his waistband again. He's all sharp teeth and claws so it's also to get an idea if Cain's fine with that or if he needs to be more careful than usual.

"Talk less, sweetheart," Cain comments lazily. The implication doesn't need to be stated - he's still waiting on being impressed. The laugh, well, it might have worried him if he wasn't a little tipsy and horny all at once.

He rolls his hips idly into Blitzø's hand, silently encouraging, and says nothing about the teeth or the claws at all. It isn't as if he didn't know the guy had them before they started this.

"C'mon. I'm human, not made of tissue paper."

That's a green light in his book and Blitzø pulls away enough to slide his hands up and catch the waistband of his pants with his claws and start working it off. Before Cain has a chance to move, Blitzø grips his hips and lifts him just enough to use his tail to get the clothing off of him the rest of the way, not to mention give him the chance to show off a little. He's small but a lot stronger than he looks and he figures Cain might appreciate that.

With the remaining barrier gone, Blitzø flicks his tongue out to tease the tip of Cain's cock and then, giving him a wink, wraps his tongue around the length of him in a tight spiral.

He's making a mental note of the various things that tail is capable of doing, not to mention how strong Blitzø is in spite of his stature, but almost all thoughts go entirely out of the window the moment the imp's tongue comes into play.

"Ah, fuck--" Cain hisses through gritted teeth as he grips against the edge of the bed and his toes curl slightly against the carpet. The tongue is appreciated far more than the show of strength if Cain's reaction is anything to go by. His dark eyes widen as his hips twitch, and while he doesn't grab at the imp's horns just yet he can see why the offer was made.

Blitzø hums to himself and takes Cain's length into his mouth, practised enough that there's only the barest edge of teeth for a moment, and focuses his attention on seeing exactly how much he can ruin other blowjobs for Cain in the future, working his tongue against Cain's dick and sucking, then pulling back to pay more attention to the head.

He keeps a light grip on the other man's thighs as he focuses, occasionally digging his claws in just enough for there to be pinpricks of pain at the same time. As he starts to establish a rhythm, Blitzø flicks his gaze up at Cain to keep an eye on his reactions, watching for what gets the best responses and deliberately repeating them to push Cain closer to the edge.

Oh, holy fuck.

Cain's happy to give credit where it's due and Blitzø was not kidding when he said he gave good head. The little digs of claws and the tiny sparks of almost-pain they produce only add to the overall experience and Cain feels his toes curling against the carpet as he lets his head fall back an inch. It's not hard to get a read on what he likes and he knows he's making that part easy, but why would he want to make it difficult for someone to make him feel good?

It isn't long before he does curl his hand around one of those horns and his fingertips dig bluntly into the base of it.

"Ngh... definitely won't mind seeing what else that tongue does..."

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