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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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Bitch you were using magic. I'm just using my fucking body.

[His horns are not really made for laying on his back comfortably and the nearest pillow is all the way across the room which is too fucking far at this point. Instead Blitzø compromises by pushing himself up on one elbow, giving him enough room to tilt his head back enough to invite Johann to explore it further if he wants.

His focus is otherwise on stroking and teasing the other man, working down the length of him as far as he can manage.]

But if you don't take your fucking pants off, I might end up tearing them off you instead.

[He spreads his hands out a little, taking them from him in order to do so.]

Would you rather I not use it? You weren't so upset about it before.

[He pulls back completely, sitting up on his knees, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips and shimmying a little to get them the rest of the way off. His shirt comes off next, tossed into a corner somewhere to find later.]

Now, quit your bitching. [He laughs so he can kiss him again, letting his fingers wander inside of his thigh.]

Fuck no, but you can't bitch about cheating after that.

[Johann shifts back enough to strip the rest of the way and Blitzø sits up to watch, reluctantly withdrawing his tail to give the man space and watch. There may also be a thump or two from him flicking his tail excitedly against the floor.

Once Johann is done, Blitzø tugs him back in for the kiss, making a pleased, rumbling purr in the back of his throat. He pulls away with a grin, tongue flicking out to tickle Johann's lips.]

Wanna see what this mouth can do?

Yes.

[He sucks in a breath, then laughs, trying not to seem nervous by it. He notices the tail, grinning at the movement.]

Does that mean you'll shut up?

[It's probably an understandable concern, since Blitzø's teeth are just a lot of sharp edges.]

Yeah I'll leave all the screaming and begging to you.

[He nudges Johann back to sit against the wall and crawls between his legs, nudging his thighs open to settle between them. Making sure he's got Johann's full attention, he wraps his tongue around the man's cock and strokes him with it before carefully taking him into his mouth properly. He can get more of the overly long length of his tongue around him this way, stroking and sucking at the same time.]

You're so full -

[The words are knocked out of him as he gets to work. What a wonder that tongue is, too. Johann has always admired his gift with words, with insults, with the quick way he returns every insult with one that's usually even better. But this is entirely different, and he leans his head back against the wall, unashamed as he moans in appreciation, one hand digging at the floor while the other finds some part of Blitzø to grab. Whatever's closer.]

Oh fuck you. I hate that you're right.

[Blitzø nudges his hand up to a horn, convenient handholds that they are in this kind of situation, and redoubles his efforts around as much of a smirk as he can manage in this position. He knew it would end up like this after all, human tongues couldn't manage the same tricks.

He takes a moment to pull back and focus just on the head of Johann's cock, tongue curling and circling the tip, then he exhales and takes the length of him into his mouth again, until he can feel Johann nudging at the back of his throat.]

[Having never actually been around a horn like that before, he's doesnt' quite know what to do, but it really is a good handhold.

Well, that's fucking convenient.]

You're going to be absolutely insufferable after this. [Said in more of a groan as his heel digs into the floor.]

[Johann is absolutely correct, and Blitzø gives a low, rumbling purr in his throat in agreement, doing his level best to get those vibrations directly into the other man's cock. He's got a lot more claw than is probably comfortable around sensitive skin, so he brings the spade of his tail into play again to cup and stroke Johann's balls as his mouth works.

He doesn't actually plan on getting Johann off like this, but if he can get him to the point of desperation before pulling away, then that's just more fun really.]

[He won't even see it coming at this point, so lost is he in the heat in his chest. His grip tightens around that horn, willing him to move faster as he hardens to aching fullness in his mouth.]

You're - far too good at this. Get a lot of practice on your knees?

[Taking Johann's cock to the base again, Blitzø swallowed around him, feeling how Johann urges him on and judging that that was about the right point to just... pull away entirely.

He wiped his mouth on the back of a hand and gave him the most wicked grin he could manage.]

What, upset that you didn't get to find out about this sooner?

[He rests his head back against the wall as Blitzø pulls away.

He really should have predicted that. But Johann is far from upset by it. It was, after all, Blitzø who put a name to one of Johann's favorite kinks.]

You selfish prick.

[Pushing off the wall, he draws him into a kiss, tasting himself on his tongue, hands roaming along inside the imp's thighs, between his legs, searching out his cock with very capable fingers.]

After all I just did for you? Ungrateful dick.

[He leans into the kiss, letting Johann take the lead to give his tongue a chance to recover. He's well and truly hard when the other man's hand finds him and Blitzø purrs against Johann's mouth again.]

Just admit that you're gonna be thinking about how to get me back on your dick again for weeks after that.

You admit it. If I actually begged you like you're constantly talking about, you'd hate it.

[Johann saves that in his back pocket because he is very good at it. Scraping and bowing and begging for forgiveness...he's made an art out of it, and he saves his artistry for those who appreciate it.]

You want me to fight you.

[He runs his tongue along the palm of his hand, then wraps long fingers around Blitzø's cock.]

You can't deny it when I have the proof right here.

[He huffs a laugh because, yeah, that is correct.] Yeah, just another thirsty bitch gagging for me. I'd have to add you to my list of other fuckers desperate for me.

[A list of one but Johann doesn't need to know that.

When those long fingers wrap around his cock, he hums like he's thinking it over, like he isn't being affected by the hand working him at all and the friction just the rough side of pleasurable.]

Maybe I just get off on putting skinny assholes in their place, ever think of that?

[Johann is learning all kinds of colorful language from him, which he appreciates so much. He watches his face, grinning.]

Bold talk from someone who knows I can run lightning through his prick with only a thought.

[He leans forward, flicking a tongue against his mouth with a cackle, feeling only a little spiteful since he's still hard himself no thanks to him.]

[It's probably meant to be a threat. It should be a threat. It makes his dick twitch in Johann's hand instead and heat flush through his face as Blitzø struggles to find words.

He growls and pulls Johann in for another kiss, trails his lips down to his shoulder and bites his neck hard enough to draw blood again.]

Don't talk big and fail to follow through, ass. Weren't you gonna fuck me on a chair or something? Or do I need to do that for you too?

[One day, Johann will figure out that Blitzø is actually willing to go through with what Johann proposes. That it isn't just flirty talk with no follow through. Until then, Blitzø will get to witness the absolute delight on Johann's face when he brings it up.]

If this is your way of begging, you are doing a terrible job. [He pulls his hand away and gives him a biting kiss.]

Go on, then. Or must I carry you there?

[The delighted smile gets to him more than he could have expected, and Blitzø immediately flushes, suddenly grateful for the kiss that makes it easier to gather his thoughts.]

Like your stick ass could manage it. I'd have an easier time carrying you.

[Another time and he might actually try and prove he can, but for now he stands, reaching out to tug Johann up after him.]

[He'd love to see it. But for now, he follows him to the chair.]

I'm certain you'd carry me to the stairs and fucking throw me down.

[Johann lightly trails a finger down one of his horns.]

Pretty sure you'd love that too. Maybe I'll throw you off the side of the fucking boat instead.

[The touch of Johann's fingers is muted against his horns, more a sense of pressure really, and he tilts his head to encourage more of it. The base gets an outright shiver, close enough to skin and nerves for him to really feel it.

The only chair available is his couch that clearly also doubles as the bed, judging by the pillow at one end and blanket tossed over the back. It's weirdly more intimate than the times he's fucked in someone else's bed, car, or elsewhere, although Blitzø does his best to cover it by sprawling on the couch and giving Johann a beckoning gesture.]

Whore.

[But he's on him in a moment, sliding between his legs and kissing him.]

I like the falling. I used to fall off of factories all the time.

Fucking weirdo.

[He hooks a leg around Johann's waist and slides his tail between them to wrap around the other man's cock and start stroking him lazily.]

Do that thing with your hands again.

[He sits up, watching that tail move for a moment before he trails fingers along his thighs, letting the sparks play between them. He moves to his hips, then back down again, teasing more than anything.]

Touch yourself, then. Let me see.

What, scared to make good on your promises?

[Those sparks are teasingly close to where Johann promised, but just shy enough for him to feel more frustrated than anything. It's almost a relief to palm himself, getting what precome he can manage from the head of his cock before wrapping his hand around the length and matching the stroking motion.]

Or were you hoping for a little lower?

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