Angel Dust

[ is he... purring? maybe. possibly. it's quiet, and subtle, but teasing his tail is easy mode. and angel knows exactly that he's doing, blitzø doesn't doubt that for a second, fingers soft and deliberate. blitzo's tail loosens a little around angel's wrist, coils falling a bit slack so he can move closer with ease, but he still doesn't pull the tip of his tail free of his flirting fingers, not quite yet.

climbing down off the back of the couch and onto the cushions by angel, blitzø smirks and shrugs a shoulder, inching toward him on his hands and knees. ]

I'm irresistible, what can I say? [ does he believe this? maybe to some extent, but he says it more like it's a funny think to say in the moment and not like it's true. ] Now c'mere and let me fuckin' kiss you. This head start you've got isn't fair and I'm not about to lose that easily, bitch.