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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..."

As Cain starts to tense up and reach for his horns, Blitzø smirks against him and pulls back with a wet pop and instead directions his attention to Cain’s thighs, mouthing against them with a faint snicker. Yes he pulled away on purpose and he doesn’t care if Cain knows it, he’s definitely not above being a brat himself.

He grins up at Cain then, lazily cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his length with the other. “Didn’t think it was gonna be over that fucking fast, did you?”

Cain just makes a disgruntled sound when the imp's attention shifts. It isn't that the momentary reprieve is unwelcome but damn it, he was enjoying that!

"Thought you had more in you than two minutes of sucking me off," he shoots back, letting out a little huff of air.

"What's the matter, a bit of human dick too much for you?"

"I've had waaay bigger things in my holes than you're packing, dickweed," he returns, the banter largely affectionate at this point, and curls his fingers around Cain's length. He's mindful of the claws and strokes him gently, at one point lightly dragging the tip of a claw up the length of him.

"But there's no fucking way you're gonna get off that early without either begging me for it or proving you've got more than one round in you."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly wary of just what kind of damage Blitz could do with those claws had he a mind to. There's something about the almost-danger that excites him though, and he can't help but grin as the imp tries to taunt him.

"I can do one or the other, y'know. How about you try me, and I'll show you just how many rounds I've got in me for someone who knows what they're doing."

Blitzø grins, liking how Cain's definitely up for a challenge or several, and swaps his fingers for winding his tail around the other man's length and starting to stroke him lazily.

"Alright, but better not fucking disappoint me." The very tip of his tail traces tiny circles around the head of Cain's cock and Blitzø occupies himself with climbing up further, nipping against Cain's chest and flickering his tongue against his skin in turns. He plans to leave a few bite marks behind at the very least, unless Cain tells him not to. Small reminders for the man later.

Working his way up and leans in for another kiss, still working Cain's length all the while.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Being human, he's admittedly not likely to be able to bring the level of interesting to the table that the imp might be used to (still trying to figure out what he's used to) but that doesn't mean he's going to lay back and just let everything happen to him.

That said, he's not complaining about the way that tail feels around his cock, either, and he hisses softly at the combination of sensations until the imp gets close enough for him to pull him to a hard, bruising kiss that comes with a sharp bite to his lower lip. There would be a point where he'd have to change gears - where the imp slowly inching towards getting him on his back would become uncomfortable - but for now, he's fine with how things are going.

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