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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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[reargunner]

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.

[helluvamess]

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.

[reargunner]

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..."

[helluvamess]

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?”

[reargunner]

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?"

[helluvamess]

"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."

[reargunner]

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."

[helluvamess]

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.

[reargunner]

"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.