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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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"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."

"Fuck yeah, that's more like it..." He plants more gentle kisses against Astarion's thigh, working his way up until he can dart his tongue to lick where those pale fingers are twisting and curling.

Astarion gasps at that, the flicker of a tongue against stretched sensitive skin, and for a moment his hips lift right off the bed as precome drools from the head of his erection. This feels good, and he can just - lose himself in that, can't he? True, the thought of sex for pleasure alone seems a bit off, but a bit of indulgence never killed him, did it?

"That's - oh - "

Blitzø chuckles against Astarion's thigh, licks him again just to watch how the vampire bucks and squirms and feel that little bit of triumph that he's getting that response. He's tempted to push it further still, but doesn't want to end their fun too early.

He loops his tail once more in a tight vice around the base of Astarion's cock and taps his leg to get his attention.

"Good? Or need a minute?"

"I'm good," he murmurs, "Gods - more than good. I want you right now, darling."

He slides his fingers free, wrapping his slick fingers around Blitzø's cock.

Blitzø bites his lip hard as Astarion's hand wraps around him and he has to focus on not just diving for the man right now. He shifts, sitting up to let Astarion have better access and grins down at him.

"Fuck... you sure you're ready?"

"Absolutely certain."

He briefly passes his thumb over the head of Blitzø's erection, a quick tease at a sensitive spot, and then lays back. His knees are lifted, hips tilted for ease of access - he knows exactly how to make a good show of himself.

"Come here."

Even if he hadn't been honest about his short refractory period, Blitzø was pretty sure that seeing Astarion laying back like this, all open and ready, would have done the trick.

Still, he doesn't rush despite how desperately he wants to be inside the vampire immediately. Instead he wraps his hand around his cock, giving himself another firm stroke to make sure he's thoroughly coated in whatever magical lube Astarion had conjured, then guides himself to press against the vampire's entrance. He presses in slowly, only a fraction before withdrawing teasingly, then fucking in a little further only to withdraw again.

"Ah - Hells -"

He can feel himself stretching open a little further with every push, and it's enough to make him shudder, rocking down against Blitzø with what little leverage he has.

"Please."

He huffs a laugh again, struggling not to just drive home despite Astarion's begging for exactly that, and keeps up the torturously slow pace.

"Please what?"

He is not beyond being a bit of an ass, even here.

"Please either shove your cock into me like you mean it, or let me on top so I can show you how it's done."

It's all but a growl, though he's smiling regardless.

And because Blitzø is who he is, he thrusts in mid-sentence, hips slapping against Astarion's as he sinks home. His goal is to see how much noise he can get out of the unprepared vampire, but he also groans at the sensation.

"Fuck you feel good. We should have done this way fucking sooner."

Astarion makes a strangled, breathless sound, knees hitching up and apart just a little further. He does feel good - very good - but he already can feel his mind starting to drift away from the moment. He's been here so many times that there's a kind of autopilot that tries to kick in.

He closes his eyes, panting softly. Lets himself soak in the pleasure.

"Are you going to whine about it or make up for lost time, darling?"

Blitzø rolls his hips against Astarion lazily and shifts himself to lean over Astarion and kiss him as he starts rocking into him as slowly as he can manage. As tempting as it is to just start fucking him brutally, he wants to make sure that Astarion is enjoying himself thoroughly - he's been on the receiving end of someone just chasing their own pleasure and it fucking sucked.

Astarion returns the kiss, carefully navigating around the sharp teeth and his own fangs as he slides his tongue against Blitzø's. He rests one hand between the imp's shoulders, the other gripping lightly at the bedsheets, his erection trapped between their bodies and sliding against warm skin with each thrust.

"Yes..."

Blitzø's tongue curls around Astarion's like a living thing, and when the vampire's hand slides between the spines on his upper back, he shudders and thrusts hard into him, breaking the kiss to growl against Astarion's throat.

"Fuck--"

He pauses long enough to shift, curling his tail around Astarion's cock once again, the spade swiping over the head to provide some lubrication. His hands move to grip the vampire's hips and lift enough that he can start fucking into him more firmly, giving into the desire for more faster harder that was building rapidly.

He's stronger than Astarion might have guessed from the thin limbs, the small body - but he's a whole other race, of course. And he's not about to complain when he's so richly benefiting.

The harder thrusts, the snug curl of Blitzø's tail around his cock, the sound of their bodies colliding; it's good, it's all so fucking good, and he just lets his mind go blank. He doesn't need to think, doesn't need to consider what happens next, doesn't need to wonder if he's being good enough. He can just drown in sensation and let the imp fuck any intrusive thoughts out of his head.

He rocks against him, deliberately tightening up around him, moaning on each thrust.

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