[ 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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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.
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
[ 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? ]