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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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[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?

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.]

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?]

[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.]

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.

[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.]

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...

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

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.

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.

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.

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.

[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?

[The claws cause jolts of pain through his back and he cries out despite himself, flush with pleasure from it. Pain is only good in the right circumstances, and these are certainly the right ones.]

You kept your clothes on.

[Not his best retort, but how can he focus in words when Blitzø feels this good? His mouth and the way he moves means that Johann knows he won't last, though he's using every trick in the book to try. He takes those sparks to Blitzø's cock, not as intense, and walks his fingers up in a rhythm as he drives into him.]

[The sparks are perfect, snaps of power straight through his dick and, as Johann flicks one directly to the tip of him, Blitzø shouts a curse as his muscles lock around the other man and he comes hard over his own stomach.

It's all a whiteout of pleasure that leaves him slack and shuddering in the aftermath, his tail looped tight around Johann's arm to hold on to him.]

[Johann is only seconds behind him, no warning as he buries his face in his neck, foot pressing against the other end of the couch. He laughs, deep in his throat, trying to push that tail away from him playfully.]

Get off me.

[Fuck. He lets go immediately, looking away and mentally cursing at himself.]

Sorry.

[The apology strikes him immediately and he sobers up. He had thought the laugh would show he was teasing, but he pulls out of him slowly and he settles his cheek on his chest.]

I just wanted to do this, shithead. Don't pout.

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