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[harderdaddy]

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[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.]