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[ after peeling angel out of his jacket, in the very brief moments that angel doesn't have his hands on him, blitzø sits up a little and takes a second to work his own jacket off, rolling one shoulder and then the other to shimmy it off and down his arms, catching it behind him by the collar with both hands. he tosses it aside without looking, sloppily draping it over the arm of the couch behind him before putting his hands back on angel the second they're free.

sharp claws sink carefully into the soft fur around angel's ribs, nestled in the space between his two (present) sets of arms. as much as they tend to rush into this kind of thing, when blitzø kisses him again, it's a little slow, like they're not racing against an imaginary clock to see if they can get each other off (and who can do it first) before the delivery guy shows up. he snakes his tongue back into angel's mouth just like before, red-yellow eyes not quite closed but heavy, hooded, hazy almost.

blitzø's hands drift, blindly following the stripe of soft pink fur down, down, down until his claws catch at the waistband of angel's skirt. ]