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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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[helluvamess]

[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?

[monsterjohann]

[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.]

[helluvamess]

[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?

[monsterjohann]

[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?

[helluvamess]

[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.]

[monsterjohann]

[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.]

[helluvamess]

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.]

[monsterjohann]

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.

[helluvamess]

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.

[monsterjohann]

[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.

[helluvamess]

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?

[monsterjohann]

No, I'm waiting for you to ask me nicely. Really nicely. [He leans down, kissing him, fingers roaming down between his legs, the sparks still under his fingers.]

[helluvamess]

Oh shiiiit~

[That's the good shit; his hips jerk under Johann's touch and he groans into the kiss, the motion of his tail stuttering and squeezing the other man's cock encouragingly.]

Fuck yes, fuck me up. [That... counts as nice, right?]

[monsterjohann]

[He uses one hand to tease him and the other to run along his tail with a laugh.]

That's better.

[That's very nice.

But he pushes the tail gently, encouraging him to let him go, and conjures up a flicker of light- then pauses. That's not right. The next try is a slick substance that he can use against his own cock.

He's not as good with his magic as Florian, but there are some spells that are necessary.]

[helluvamess]

Want me to call you 'sir' or 'daddy' while we're at it?

[He does let go and, smirking, settles back further to spread his legs wider, looking pleased at the flicker of magic because he'd been trying to recall where the lube was and suspecting it was back over by the door.]

Come on, asshole, see if you can shut me up already.

[monsterjohann]

[He absently runs a hand along his leg as his other hand opens him up, though not by much. Just enough that it's on the pleasurable side of rough.]

Why would I do that? If you're not going to have your mouth on my cock, then I might as well hear how much you love it.

[He leans over him, gripping one side of the couch, and eases himself inside of him.]

[helluvamess]

Thought that was what-- [He cuts himself with a groan as Johann pushes into him, the push a slow burn that's just a little much, just enough to have him sinking claws into the couch.]

Satan, that's a lot...

[monsterjohann]

[He lowers his head, pressing his forehead against Blitzø's shoulder for a moment. He lets him get used to it, as a small mercy.]

Coward. [Said as a mutter as he sinks blunt teeth into his shoulder playfully.]

[helluvamess]

Careful, not sure what the fuck my blood might do to you but you probably won't fucking like it.

[Not that he doesn't like the biting an awful lot but. Having Johann throw up or something from it would be the biggest mood killer right now and he doesn't want that. Not when he can hook a leg around him again and pull the man in a little closer, feel him shift and nudge deeper still.]

[monsterjohann]

[He starts to rock slowly against him, sitting up with a laugh.]

No worse than what mine will do. [He manages to keep his voice, though the feeling of being surrounded by him so fully is enough to make it crack at the vowels, shuddering after.]

[helluvamess]

Oh yeah, might have to... test that.

[It's a little too much but in the best way. Blitzø's voice catches and he digs harder into the couch, pushing back to meet Johann's thrusts and encouraging him further.]

Come on, you can do better that this. Fuck me like you mean it.

[monsterjohann]

I don't mean it. [Said as a tease, grinning down at him until he kisses him, snapping his hips against him, letting out a breath as he closes his eyes tight.]

Or maybe I do.

[helluvamess]

Fuuuck yeah, that's more like it.

[It's an immediate jolt of pleasure as Johann fucks into him, and Blitzø shifts his hands to the other man's back and shoulder so he can dig his claws in and see if that gets a good reaction as well.]

If I'm too fucking much for you, I'll take over, bitch. Show you how it's really done.

[monsterjohann]

You're too busy on your back.

[He grabs his hip with one hand, a small shock rocking through his fingers at each snap of his hips, driving home the point.]

You do look better this way, though.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø arches underneath him, a rough mix of curses, groans, and broken encouragement escaping him as he digs claws into Johann's shoulders. Getting fucked hard enough to see stars and those sparks short-circuiting his thought is exactly what he needs after their earlier discussion. Something to drown out any chance of coherent thought with pleasure and leave him entirely focused on Johann's breath above him and the rough plunge of his cock filling him.

He drags a hand away to wrap it around his own length and stroke himself roughly, chasing his own peak.]

Wh-what took you this long... then?