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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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[monsterjohann]

[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.]

[helluvamess]

[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.]

[monsterjohann]

[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.

[helluvamess]

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

Sorry.

[monsterjohann]

[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.

[helluvamess]

...oh.

[It's nice, and now he feels like a shitheel for immediately assuming the worse.]

Sorry. Just... used to having to sneak out after I guess.

[monsterjohann]

I know.

[But Johann wants the affection and isn't too ashamed to take it for himself.]

You're not sneaking anywhere. I'm taking you back with me, remember?

[helluvamess]

It's my fucking cabin, dipshit.

[And he'd instinctively thought that Johann would want to leave, although doesn't say as much. There's weird guilt in doubting him, even if for a moment, and he doesn't know what to do with it. So he does what he does with most of it and shoves it down to be dealt with never.]

And anyway, I think you fucked the feeling out of my legs. So unless you've actually got muscles on that skeleton you call a body, I'm not fucking walking anywhere.

[monsterjohann]

Yeah, and your fucking cabin is shitty.

[He sends a bit of a shock in his arm, closing his eyes.]

And I'm not going anywhere without a nap.

[helluvamess]

It's my apartment, fucking dick. What, you want me to move in with you now? Pick out fucking-- [A yawn cut him off, the weight of Johann's body pressing down on him and the aftershocks of a fantastic orgasm working at him.] --fucking plates and shit?

[Well a nap does sound good, and he's pretty sure Johann isn't moving any time soon anyway. So, trying not to let himself enjoy it too much, Blitzø lets his own eyes close. Eventually, his breathing evens out into a low purr.]