[ maybe it's a little funny, how fizz can be dating the sin of lust for years with whatever kinky shit that entails and he's still getting overwhelmed by a knee between his thighs, a mouth on his neck, and the rubbing and squeezing of a tail around his.
(maybe it's who's doing it.)
he can't help but grind down against blitzø's leg as he tilts his head as a way to beg for more attention to his throat, a soft moan escaping him before he can recover, squeezing his thighs around the leg between them and scrabbling at the other imp's shoulders to hang on. ]
■■■■ yeah, you'd better. Gonna tell him all about it so that he tells me to drag you into bed with us.
[ with a wild, sharklike grin and a manic little giggle. ]
Oh yeah? [He licks a stripe up Fizz's neck and nips at the point of his jaw.] You want me to watch as he fucks you on that giant cock of his?
[The downside of having Fizz pressed against a wall is that he can't fucking figure out where the opening to his stupid outfit is. Growling in annoyance, Blitzø sweeps Fizz up into his arms and flings him onto the bed, leaping onto it himself with his tail flicking back and forth behind him.]
[ oh shit, now he has that mental image in his head and it's great. he shivers at the lick, the nip, but nods his head. ] Y-yeah. But you sure you just wanna watch? [ he grins then, tongue running idly over his teeth. ] I got other means of making you feel good.
[ then the world upends and he squeaks, clinging to blitzø until he's tossed onto the bed. he stares up at him, tail thumping the bed as he rests back on his elbows, thighs parted and feet planted on the mattress. ]
All of it. [ a beat, and then, hurriedly: ] —leave the hat, though.
Maybe I just wanna see how good he really is first. We could have a contest, see who can take you apart best.
[As he talks, Blitzø grabs the front of Fizz's shirt and yanks hard enough for the fabric to give, shredding it away and leaving the other imp's chest exposed. He drags the sleeves off too, pulling the tatters away and leaving Fizz exposed from the waist up. The scarring... is extensive, but he doesn't let himself dwell on it, not wanting to make Fizz regret letting him see this much. Instead he lowers his head to lick a stripe up his chest to his collarbone.]
Hat stays, got it. Anywhere else I should be careful of?
Ooooh, you know I love a competition. But I especially do when I get to be railed into next Tuesday.
[ he's gotten a little more practice at showing the scars. it's good that blitzø doesn't dwell on them though, and the treatment he gets makes him gasp and arch as he drags both hands down the other imp's back and then up again, fingertips pressing in just below his nape. ]
Just where everything connects. It won't hurt, but nothing is less sexy than having to reattach my leg. Unless you're into that kind of thing? Hey, I'm not here to judge—oh! Not a place to be careful of, per se, but a little hint: my thighs are really sensitive. If you wanted to maybe put your mouth or hands or ■■■■ there. Just saying, hehehe.
[He'd been planning on taking his time more, but with that tip, Blitzø can't help but want to get a little more of a good look at Fizz. He tugs out a knife and, not unlike when he gotten Fizz out of the tape binding him during their escapade together, slashes the fabric remaining enough for him to pull it all away and--]
[Blitzø stares at the blur of red and white and, with some care, puts his hand into it. He has to close his eyes almost immediately as his hand turns blurry too and his brain struggles to cope with that, but at least with his eyes closed he can feel Fizz's skin and the shape of his cock.]
Fuck. Ok. This is fucking weird but... Do you want to stop? Cause I can probably work around it but if you wanna stop we will.
[ it is a little disorienting, but for fizz's part he's too distracted by the hand on his dick to get too out of it. blitzø's hand is on his dick.
he is very distracted by this for a second before snapping out of it to answer. ]
What? No! If you're fine with it, I'd like to keep going. ████, we can do it in the dark for all I care if that helps deal with the visual being weird. [ a beat. ] Look, I want to do this. With you. However we end up figuring out how to go about it.
Prove it. [He says it immediately because fuck that's a mental image that he desperately needs to see fulfilled now. This is like every wet teenage dream come to life and he's desperate to have as much of it as he can before it turns out to never happen again.]
Tell me what you want while I suck you off. I wanna hear you demanding me.
[Grabbing one of Fizz's hands, Blitzø presses it to his horn so the other imp can get a grip on him, then closes his eyes and drops his face down to trail more nips and kisses against the insides of Fizz's thighs. With his eyes closed, the fucking blur doesn't mess with him as much and he can flick his tongue out to circle the base of the other imp's cock teasingly.]
[ and he can, definitely, even while distracted, but he is pretty distracted right now, fighting past the nausea the blurring causes because it's soooo worth it to see blitzø down there between his thighs.
he grips tightly to the other imp's horn but doesn't yank yet even if the teasing is getting him real riled up, hips bucking unhelpfully with a groan as he first feels blitzø's tongue on him.
right, right, he has a job to do. one leg hooks over his shoulder as he shifts into horny clown babbling mode. ]
I want you to hold me down and ■■■■ me until I cry. Face down ■■■ up, hand at the back of my neck shoving me into the bed. I want you to make me—ah—I want you to make me ■■■ without even touching my ■■■■, I want you to blow my ■■■■ing back out and show me just how much you want me. I want you to ■■■ inside me and stay there as long as you can.
[ he finally does yank on his horn at the last part. demanding enough? ]
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(maybe it's who's doing it.)
he can't help but grind down against blitzø's leg as he tilts his head as a way to beg for more attention to his throat, a soft moan escaping him before he can recover, squeezing his thighs around the leg between them and scrabbling at the other imp's shoulders to hang on. ]
■■■■ yeah, you'd better. Gonna tell him all about it so that he tells me to drag you into bed with us.
[ with a wild, sharklike grin and a manic little giggle. ]
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[The downside of having Fizz pressed against a wall is that he can't fucking figure out where the opening to his stupid outfit is. Growling in annoyance, Blitzø sweeps Fizz up into his arms and flings him onto the bed, leaping onto it himself with his tail flicking back and forth behind him.]
How much of this shit can I tear off of you?
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[ then the world upends and he squeaks, clinging to blitzø until he's tossed onto the bed. he stares up at him, tail thumping the bed as he rests back on his elbows, thighs parted and feet planted on the mattress. ]
All of it. [ a beat, and then, hurriedly: ] —leave the hat, though.
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[As he talks, Blitzø grabs the front of Fizz's shirt and yanks hard enough for the fabric to give, shredding it away and leaving the other imp's chest exposed. He drags the sleeves off too, pulling the tatters away and leaving Fizz exposed from the waist up. The scarring... is extensive, but he doesn't let himself dwell on it, not wanting to make Fizz regret letting him see this much. Instead he lowers his head to lick a stripe up his chest to his collarbone.]
Hat stays, got it. Anywhere else I should be careful of?
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[ he's gotten a little more practice at showing the scars. it's good that blitzø doesn't dwell on them though, and the treatment he gets makes him gasp and arch as he drags both hands down the other imp's back and then up again, fingertips pressing in just below his nape. ]
Just where everything connects. It won't hurt, but nothing is less sexy than having to reattach my leg. Unless you're into that kind of thing? Hey, I'm not here to judge—oh! Not a place to be careful of, per se, but a little hint: my thighs are really sensitive. If you wanted to maybe put your mouth or hands or ■■■■ there. Just saying, hehehe.
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[He'd been planning on taking his time more, but with that tip, Blitzø can't help but want to get a little more of a good look at Fizz. He tugs out a knife and, not unlike when he gotten Fizz out of the tape binding him during their escapade together, slashes the fabric remaining enough for him to pull it all away and--]
Uh. Fizz? I think I'm having a fucking stroke?
[His crotch shouldn't be that blurry, should it?]
HELP ME I FORGOT ABOUT THE CENSORING
[ and hey, maybe the knife thing makes him shiver a little. it definitely makes his dick want to do some acrobatics, that's for sure.
he's about to say something along those lines when blitzø stops and says some kind of alarming shit and he blinks, looking down, and— ]
Are you ████ing KIDDING me? They CENSORED my ████?!
LUCKY FOR YOU I DIDN'T
Fuck. Ok. This is fucking weird but... Do you want to stop? Cause I can probably work around it but if you wanna stop we will.
you are truly a hero
he is very distracted by this for a second before snapping out of it to answer. ]
What? No! If you're fine with it, I'd like to keep going. ████, we can do it in the dark for all I care if that helps deal with the visual being weird. [ a beat. ] Look, I want to do this. With you. However we end up figuring out how to go about it.
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[He shifts, sliding a bit further down and if he tilts his head the blurring isn't so bad and he can nip the inside of Fizz's thigh.]
If it gets real bad, maybe you'll have to blindfold me. Push my mouth where you want it.
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[ he lets out a little noise at the nip, legs instinctively falling a little further apart to give him more space. ]
I'm real good at being demanding. I can do that. Oh, how I can do that.
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Tell me what you want while I suck you off. I wanna hear you demanding me.
[Grabbing one of Fizz's hands, Blitzø presses it to his horn so the other imp can get a grip on him, then closes his eyes and drops his face down to trail more nips and kisses against the insides of Fizz's thighs. With his eyes closed, the fucking blur doesn't mess with him as much and he can flick his tongue out to circle the base of the other imp's cock teasingly.]
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[ and he can, definitely, even while distracted, but he is pretty distracted right now, fighting past the nausea the blurring causes because it's soooo worth it to see blitzø down there between his thighs.
he grips tightly to the other imp's horn but doesn't yank yet even if the teasing is getting him real riled up, hips bucking unhelpfully with a groan as he first feels blitzø's tongue on him.
right, right, he has a job to do. one leg hooks over his shoulder as he shifts into horny clown babbling mode. ]
I want you to hold me down and ■■■■ me until I cry. Face down ■■■ up, hand at the back of my neck shoving me into the bed. I want you to make me—ah—I want you to make me ■■■ without even touching my ■■■■, I want you to blow my ■■■■ing back out and show me just how much you want me. I want you to ■■■ inside me and stay there as long as you can.
[ he finally does yank on his horn at the last part. demanding enough? ]