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[harderdaddy]

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[shitzo]

[ 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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a soft hum as that kiss slows things down a little, but Angel follows suit. His main eyes close, but the smaller ones catch a blurry look of their locked lips, fingertips tracing delicately over the spines at the back of Blitzø's head.]

Up or off? [He manages to pant, half lifting his hips to help with whichever way Blitzø wants to deal with getting the skirt out of the way.]

[shitzo]

[ blitzø licks into angel's mouth like he might be able to catch and taste that low, hummed note if he just tries hard enough, tongue curling over angel's with an uneven sigh. like his tail, his spines can be somewhat sensitive too, and angel's gentle, teasing fingers at the back of his head make the ones on his back raise and bristle a little.

he breaks away to speak, but stays close enough that angel's face is still blurred. ]

You wearin' anything underneath? [ he counters, laughing a little bit breathlessly to himself, but he doesn't really wait for an answer either way. his hands dip, claws sliding under the hem of angel's tight little skirt and making quick work of pushing it up when he raises his hips, material bunching over his wrists as he skims his hands along angel's thighs. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Imps' tongues feel distinctly different, or maybe Angel's just familiar with far too many different tongues. Either way, the fork does something for him much the same way Val's absurdly long one does.]

Uh uh. [Angel shakes his head, laughing as Blitzø can see that well enough for himself by now, dick sliding free like his third set of arms now that he doesn't have to worry about running the line of his skirt.]

[shitzo]

Shit. That's hot.

[ and less work for him, honestly, which is always a plus, especially when on limited time. blitzø laughs a little to himself, the sound a bit rough, and grins impishly, as is in his nature to do. he finishes pushing up angel's skirt, just high enough to be mostly out of the way, and lets his claws drag from angel's hips down over his thighs, thumbs skimming along the inside as his hands drift back up.

he's going to have to get a new couch. normally, the thought might be enough to stop him, but honestly, it's probably about time they throw this one out and find a (cheap) replacement anyway, and blitzø's too invested in making angel come as quickly as possible to think about anything outside of that right now. he kisses him again, tongue seeking and tangling with angel's, and pets one of his hands down angel's stomach until the inside of his wrist bumps the tip of angel's dick. from there, he lets his fingers tease too, and then closes them in a loose fist around him, dragging down slowly. ]

[harderdaddy]

I'd say I did it just for you, but- heh- Next time. Something so pretty you won't even wanna take it offa me.

[He deserves that, and not just for today. He's quieted (mostly) with that talented tongue, and easily distracted by the kiss. Their bet almost slips his mind all together, though not the limited timeline, so he doesn't hold himself back from bucking up into that teasing touch, his groan swallowed up into their locked mouths.

The hands that aren't busy fondling those spines fumble to try and work Bliztø's pants open, another muffled moan sounding curiously close to his film persona. Maybe he's a little concerned about winning.]

[shitzo]

[ next time. it's not an... unreasonable assumption. though he never would have guessed it a possibility in the first place, blitzø's been spending a decent amount of time with angel dust lately. sometimes they fuck, sometimes angel just needs to escape for an hour or two, either physically or metaphorically, but blitzø can't say there's ever been a time so far that he's minded angel's company. he's surprisingly easy to get along with, and the sex is amazing, if or when it happens.

next time sounds great, actually. blitzø grins a little against angel's mouth, chuckling quietly under his breath. he tries to imagine what angel could possibly wear for him that would trip him up so badly that he would hesitate to peel him out of it - and then quickly decides he can't think about that, because he'll lose focus, but more importantly - he'll lose this silly little game they're playing before he even has a chance.

the hands fiddling with the button at the front of his pants shake him out of his own imagination and pull him back to the present situation, but the moan angel practically feeds into his mouth almost rattles him in a different way. for now, he doesn't clock that it's a little different - not unfamiliar, because blitzø's acquainted with some of angel's work already, just that there's a shift that his brain hasn't quite absorbed yet. he pants a heavy breath, catching angel's bottom lip with his teeth as he adjusts the curl of his fist and sets a steady pace with his hand, shifting a little closer on his knees so it's easier for angel to reach and work his pants open. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There's always a next time. Angel's had a knack for drawing in repeat business since he got down here. Bliztø might not be one of his Johns- actually, he's not really sure what they are. Friends? Friends who fuck? Is friends too...clingy? People who fuck then. Whatever he is, Angel feels sure there will be a next time.

And fuck, Bliztø really is too good at this for someone not in the industry, it's not fair. Angel whines as he manages to work those pants open, shoving them down Bliztø's hips and skimming his claws delicately over sensitive flesh.]

Bliztø-

[He sighs the name with another pleading sigh, arching up into that touch as he finally takes him in hand and starts mirroring the pace.]