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"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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Even working with an alien species, Blitzø seems to be very similar in a lot of familiar, mammalian ways. Astarion can feel the throb of his cock between his lips, taste precome on his tongue. He knows he's close.

He only backs off far enough to concentrate his attentions at the head, one hand pumping hard and fast at his shaft.

"Fuck-!" He manages to pull his hand away from Astarion's shoulder and sink his claws into the bedding again as the vampire doubles down and shoves Blitzø over the edge with clever lips and hands. Despite how vocal he usually is, Blitzø seems almost focused on not reacting as he comes, a shudder rolling through him before he tenses completely and spills in Astarion's mouth, finally exhaling and going almost boneless afterward.

He wouldn't be the first to punch a few holes in Astarion during orgasm - tieflings and dragonborn, in particular, can sometimes get rather feisty - but it's nice of him to avoid doing anything untoward.

"Mmmm."

He swallows and pulls up off him, pressing a kiss to his hip.

"Never thought I'd see you at a loss for words, darling."

"Yeah well, don't get used to it."

Blitzø pushes himself up again and tugs Astarion into a proper kiss, uncaring of the taste of himself in it.

"Or do, I'm not complaining that much."

He also doesn't believe for a second that they're done, his tail curling around the other man's thigh and dragging over his still clothed cock.

"Want me to return the favour or we could find some lube and have even more fun."

Astarion shudders at the touch. His trousers are snug leather at the best of times; they're an uncomfortable stretch when he's even slightly hard. He nuzzles into Blitzø's neck, kisses the red skin.

"I can find lube. Can you go again, darling?"

He keeps up the motion, the spade of his tail somewhere between a palm and a tongue with how it curls. It's not something that he has cause to do often, but it's handy when it comes to sneaking something he's not supposed to or impressing attractive pale vampires.

"I mean I'll need a minute but who hasn't been 5 or 6 rounds in a night, amirite? I don't think you realise how fucking thirsty some of my previous partners have been."

"You're right, darling, I couldn't begin to imagine."

He slides off the bed and stands up, making it easier to strip off the rest of the way. More pale skin, and not even the suggestion of body hair.

He isn't sure if that's a dig or not, so just stares at Astarion, watching as he strips away the leather pants and reveals more pale skin.

"Impressed you manage to deal with wearing those all day. Do vampires not sweat?"

He's guessing it's also a no, but he'll curl his tail around Astarion's waist to pull him closer and drag his tongue down his stomach to taste him all the same.

The answer is that they don't; his skin is cool but tastes basically human. He shivers at the stroke of Blitzø's forked tongue, back arching.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks, voice low and sultry.

The low purr of Astarion's voice has his dick giving a twitch of interest despite the fact it hadn't been that long since he came already, and Blitzø quirks an eyebrow as his tail slides between Astarion's legs and curls around his cock.

"Fuck yeah I do." Honestly he'd be down for any configuration at this point, but if that's what Astarion is feeling it works for him. It's a little odd not being in charge at the same time but he's pretty sure he can make up for it. Especially as he tightens his grip just a little and starts stroking Astarion's cock.

Astarion's lashes flutter and a low, needy sound escapes him; it's quite the sight to look down and see Blitzø doing this to him hands-free. He's not sure tiefling tails are so...prehensile.

"That's quite a trick," he murmurs. Though he's probably going to have to stop for a moment so Astarion can sprawl out on the bed and beckon him closer.

"How do you want me, darling?"

On his back, or something a little less intimate?

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He shifts the grip away from the more sensitive parts of Astarion's anatomy and instead wraps around his waist to tug the other man down onto the bed. Blitzø releases him then, but only so he can prowl across the bed toward him and settle between Astarion's legs.

He lifts one of the vampire's legs and nips lightly at his inner thigh, just enough to tease and avoid breaking skin.

"You're great just like this. You trust me enough to show you a couple of other tricks while I'm here?"

"Go right ahead," he murmurs, splaying his body out in a comfortable sprawl.

Trust is an odd thing to ask about, to his mind - but then, trust has been the absolute last thing on his mind with basically any new sexual partner.

Maybe not the kind of serious trust, but Blitzø is well aware that there's at least some trust involved with letting someone with his kind of teeth anywhere near their junk. It's like a beartrap when he opens his mouth, but it's his tongue that wraps, strange and long in its own right, around Astarion's cock. He strokes the length in front of Astarion once before carefully closing his mouth around the vampire's length.

It's an exercise in concentration as he focuses on that while also carefully dragging the pad of his thumb down further to press against Astarion's entrance; he's well aware that he's a lot of claw and doesn't try for anything further, just teases at him while his tongue and lips work against Astarion's cock.

Astarion shudders, eyes rolling back as he tries to let the rest of the world slide away - the better to focus on sensation. The slick slide of Blitzø's tongue around his cock, the press of his thumb against his hole. He gives voice to it, a low shivering moan as his back arches, knees sliding up and apart on pure reflex.

This, he realises with a bit of a start, is something he likes about fucking. Seeing someone come undone for him, because of what he's doing and nothing else... it's like a private powertrip that half makes him wonder if he shouldn't have gone for a different career all those years ago.

But he can't get distracted now and, after a few stronger sucks, pulls off of Astarion's cock with a wet pop. There'd normally be a smug comment there, but Blitzø is rather more focused on switching his hand to wrap around Astarion's length instead as his tongue curls under his balls and trails wetly down to circle his entrance.

"Ah-"

The sound is as much surprise as pleasure. It's honestly not something he'd expected from Blitzø - not something he'd really expect from anyone on a first date - and he can't help the way he squirms.

"Fuck."

His tongue retreats, but only long enough for him to chuckle and grin up at Astarion. "Try Blitzø~."

Then his head lowers again, keeping eye contact for as long as he can manage as he returns to tease Astarion again and press his tongue inside of him.

The noise Astarion makes is strangled, not nearly articulate enough to be a real word. That narrow tongue is stunningly agile.

"...I think I'm doing a little more than trying you at this point," he manages, through a breathless laugh. He reaches down for his erection, but only to grip the base hard and get himself under control.

Blitzø exhales sharply in an approximation of a laugh, then spotting what Astarion is trying to do, his tail slaps the hand away and takes its place with a tight ring around the base of his cock.

That done, he returns his attention to eating Astarion out properly, his hands gripping the vampire's thighs to keep him open and spread for him.

"Gods - full of surprises, aren't you?" Astarion laughs, breathless. "Let me open up for you, darling, you're a little more - generously proportioned than I might have guessed."

Blitzø pulls away, a little sad to stop but clearly pleased with himself as he licks his lips.

"Fine, but we end up here again and I'm seeing how long I can keep you going before you're begging for release."

He sits back, fully intending on watching Astarion work himself open.

"Threaten me with a good time, why don't you?"

Astarion murmurs a spell that leaves his fingers shining with something slick and unscented; he tucks his hand between his spread legs and pushes two fingers into himself without hesitation, making his thighs tense and his toes curl.

He's always a bit brisk about preparation with new partners. He's used to being able to ready himself quickly or not at all.

There's something in how Astarion does this, almost like he's expecting not to get the chance otherwise, that doesn't quite fit with how they'd been going so far and sparks a little concern. He doesn't stop the vampire, but does press a surprisingly gentle kiss to the inside of his knee.

"Hey, no need to rush, we've got time."

"Can you blame me for being impatient?" Astarion purrs, but he does slow down, mostly to give Blitzø a better show. He twists his fingers slightly, fucking himself open with a steady rock of his wrist.

"Trust me, my dear, I'd be - mm - dragging my feet if you weren't so appealing."

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