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[harderdaddy]

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[shitzo]

[ as observant as blitzø can be, he doesn't quite manage to clock that angel seems to be struggling with something as he hands the pillow and blanket off to him. if anything, he takes his silence as just - the general sort of awkwardness that sometimes falls between them, never acknowledged and often brushed past so neither of them have to confront any feelings they may or may not have.

blitzø falls back a step, his body language only slightly awkward, and it's only then that he notices the tension in angel's smile. he tries to sound casual, but there is a very, very thin thread of mild concern tangled in the question. ] Are you - good?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel nods quickly and a bit too much.]

Yeah, no, I'm...I'm good, thanks for...this.

[His voice sounds wrong and huffs, scrubbing a knuckle over his brow and trying to shield the fucking flush that's come now.]

Sorry, I am, I'm good. I don't know what's wrong with me.

[shitzo]

[ the only reason blitzø doubts angel's honesty is because he recognizes all of the signs of someone trying to keep themselves together. he recognizes the mask because it's the same one he wears pretty much all the fucking time, biting back any sliver of vulnerability, swallowing his own bullshit back, shoving his problems down so he doesn't have to deal with them. so no one else does either.

part of him is tempted to just accept that angel's fine - tempted to nod and leave it at that, leave him alone and retreat to his office for the night where neither of them have to talk about anything they might not want to. it's very like him to avoid emotional vulnerability when he can help it, but strangely, he finds that he doesn't actually want to disappear for once.

he doesn't say anything, his eyes shifting away from angel for a moment before he suddenly turns and starts walking off in a seemingly-random direction. there's an unmarked door a good eight or so feet down from his office door, and he pushes it open and disappears into the dark room behind it. this time, it's not the sound of bedding being shifted around, but the sound of something... squeaking. like a wheel that needs oiling, and when blitzø reappears again, he's dragging what looks like a small black cart with an old television sat on top of it, secured with a strap over the top. he glances back over his shoulder toward angel for a moment, pulling the cart along as one of the wheels squeaks and resists. ]

I'm fuckin' starving - I was thinking of ordering a pizza.

<3 Blitzø

[harderdaddy]

[It's the best middle ground possible, not acknowledging the vulnerability Angel's clearly trying to push down, but not abandoning him to stew in it alone either. Once Angel sees him wheeling in that cart it's a little easier for him to reign himself back in, lips curling into something a little closer to his more natural smile.]

You think an Italian's gonna turn down pizza?

[Crisis averted, back to jokes and teasing, everything is fine.]

You need a hand with that?

🖤🖤

[shitzo]

You think I know what the fuck an Italian likes?

[ blitzø's knowledge of the living world isn't narrow, but he's not exactly well-versed, either. he learns only what he needs to about his targets and where to find them, but that's really the extent of it, and so far, none of his clients have paid him to haul his ass up to italy. and, fortunately, he hasn't had too many run-ins with the mafia in hell outside of moxxie's shit-ass family. all he knows is pizza is great and whoever brought that shit down here like a million years ago should probably have their picture hung up somewhere.

dragging the tv to the center of the room not too far from the couch, blitzø waves off angel's help for a second, and then changes his mind. he picks up the power cord spilling from the back of it and swings it around once or twice by his side before holding it out to angel. ]

Yeah, here. Plug that in - uh, wherever. [ he makes a vague gesture, unsure of where the nearest outlet is, if there even is one. he spends most of his time here in his office, or in the conference room; his knowledge of the lobby's electrical outlets is limited.

blitzø digs his phone out of his pocket, swiping through his apps. ] Pizzageddon or Dommin-Hoes?

[harderdaddy]

We're the fucks what invented it.

[And yeah, maybe his accent gets a little thicker defending his family's homeland. His Nonna did claim Italy was responsible for inventing just about everything, but the pizza one he's pretty sure of. But of course he doesn't actually expect Blitzø to have the full cultural lexicon of both Hell AND Earth. He's mostly teasing.

He accepts the cord and starts hunting for an outlet, his size making it a little amusing as he's so far from outlet height. But eventually he finds one and folds down to plug it in, more flexible than anyone has any right to be.]

Hoes~

[shitzo]

You would choose Hoes.

[ blitzø says this partially under his breath, but definitely loud enough and with the intention of angel overhearing, a fleeting note of amusement in his tone as he glances up from his phone - just in time to catch a glimpse of angel practically folded in half. he allows himself two seconds to - admire the view, and then shifts his attention back to his phone again, pacing idly as his thumb taps and swipes across the screen. ]

How's half cheese half meat sluts sound? [ tap tap. ] Too late, already ordered it.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel glances back with a cheeky grin and waggles his hips. Of course he would~
Straightening up again, Angel smooths down his jacket and weaves easily round Blitzø's pacing to perch on the couch again.]

Heh, we should do this sometime without a buncha shit happenin' before.
[What a novel experience. His expression softens briefly in thanks, and then his lips curl impishly (is that like a rude thing to say in hell btw?).]

How long they usually take to deliver? 'Cause I bet there's a few fun things we could do in exactly that amount of time...

[shitzo]

[ we should do this again sometime, angel says, and blitzø pauses for a second to glance up from his phone, his expression hard to decipher. he's not - opposed, exactly, but both times he's brought angel back here, it's been with limited options, and after some kind of unfortunate event. doing this (whatever this happens to be - hanging out, ordering food, presumably vegging out on the couch and watching shitty television?) just because feels like it'd be way more... intimate, he just can't really put a finger on why.

or maybe blitzø's just overthinking it. he looks back down at his phone again, though this time he's not looking at anything in particular, just averting his gaze, and he shrugs casually. ]

Yeah, maybe.

[ maybe they should, maybe they shouldn't. either way, blitzø's easily distracted by angel's not-so-subtle flirting. he looks up again, pocketing his phone this time, and wanders toward angel, overly nonchalant. ]

Twenty minutes, give or take. [ he raises his eyebrows, and a slow smile spreads across his face, all sharp teeth. ] What kinda fun're you thinkin'?

[harderdaddy]

[Oop. Nope. Angel can feel the shift. He's said the wrong thing. Which is fine, they have a strategy for that! Ignore! He nods faintly, and leans harder into the flirting. That's much easier for both of them. He toys idly with his chest fluff as he talks, eyeing those teeth excitedly.]

Mmm- the kind where we see how many times we can cum before they get here? Loser has to answer the door?

[Winners all round with that kind of fun. Except maybe the delivery guy if he's some kind of prude.]

I still gotta thank ya properly.

[And he still does want that desk fantasy, but that might take more time than they've got and he doesn't wanna be pulled outta that one prematurely.]

[shitzo]

[ it's not that it's the wrong thing, it's just that blitzø is a whole goddamn mess when it comes to anything even remotely emotionally... serious. and he likes this unspoken thing he seems to have going on with angel. potentially making it more complicated by taking all of the excuses out of it - oh, angel just needed somewhere to crash for a night, or oh, angel just needed a ride and i had nothing better to do, etc. - just seems like it would be stamping a death sentence on the whole thing. in blitzø's experience, anyway.

but that's a conversation for another time, or more realistically - never.

blitzø's already moved past the moment anyway, comfortable falling into flirting and dirty talk. it's not exactly where he thought this night would go, all things considered, but if angel's comfortable, then - well, blitzø's not going to complain. he practically skitters up onto the couch, quick and agile, and perches behind angel, peering over his shoulder at him like some kind of feral gargoyle. ]

Come on, that's not fair. You're a professional, uh - cum - a professional. [ great job, real smooth. blitzø laughs though. ] Whatever, delivery guy's probably seen worse.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel laughs, head turning to follow that movement with a fond look, an arm casually dropping behind the couch to play with Blitø's tail even as he acts innocent.]

A professional you have no trouble getting off in record time on multiple occasions, don't sell yourself short. Or we can lean into your strengths an go shoot some fucks- [He pretends like he's going to stand up, lips quirking playfully]

[shitzo]

[ his tail is somewhat of an erogenous zone depending on how and where you touch it, though this is probably not much of a secret to angel anymore, all things considered. even so, it's a move that's entirely unfair. blitzø twitches a little, a mild shiver shooting down his back and making his spines bristle slightly, but he doesn't stop angel or try to flick his tail away.

he seems a little bit prideful at angel's words, the compliments landing right where they need to. blitzø believes he's good at exactly two things - fucking and killing - and for someone whose whole career is based around sex to give him a little credit, well. it's definitely a little bit of an ego boost. blitzø can't help confident smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, but his expression is quick to shift, eyes widening a little when angel feigns getting up.

lightning-quick, blitzø's tail lashes and catches angel's teasing hand, tangling around his wrist to keep him from going anywhere, one hand extended in a way that's meant to be placating while the other remains braced against the back of the couch where he's still perched so he doesn't fall. ]

Okay, hold on, [ he laughs, the spade of his tail gently pushing between two of angel's fingers almost kind of subconsciously. ] Fuck around now. Pizza. Murder after.

[ he raises his brows a little, like he's waiting for feedback, but then he continues on, crawling a little bit closer to angel on his hands and knees over the back of the couch. he keeps his tail coiled around angel's arm. ]

Appetizer. Dinner. Dessert. Can't beat that.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel keeps up the innocent act like he doesn't see those spines shift, the velvety fur of his fingers brushing light and knowing exactly what is is he's doing.

He laughs in triumph when Bliztø stops him, easily falling back and looking oh so pleased with himself, always a little surprised how quick the imp is, both in general and with his tail.]

You drive a hard bargain. [He plays as though he needed any convincing at all, fingers shifting obviously on either side of that spade, nothing subconscious about it.] Never been the Appetizer before. I like this plan. Might need a second taste after dessert~

[shitzo]

[ 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.

[harderdaddy]

[He loves that sound. All his little noises really, but the purring especially. It's an adorable tell when coupled with the bad ass act. Angel grins, bending so they can be closer to eye level.]

You really are~

[He laughs softly at the jibe, and easily pushes forward to kiss the imp. With the overlap of their personalities there's rarely a slow build with them, catching him by the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer, while a whole other set of hands is trying to undo it.]

[shitzo]

[ blitzø's quick to kiss him back, meeting angel halfway like he anticipates it before it lands, claws framing one side of his face (very deliberately not the side angel's boss decided to bruise), his forked tongue already teasing at the seam of angel's lips looking for more.

though he's big in personality, blitzø is kind of small in stature. for an imp, he's above the average build, but next to angel he just can't compete, so when angel pulls him forward by the front of his jacket, blitzø's easily moved. his tail, free now from the torturous prison of angel's teasing fingers, lashes behind him once or twice like an excited dog, and with a little maneuvering, he manages to get a knee on either side of one of angel's thighs, not quite sitting in his lap, but partially straddling it at the very least. hovering, as deft little claws find the bottom button of angel's jacket and push it through the hole, the one above that following shortly after. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Those lips part easily, deepening the kiss with a soft sigh, not the exaggerated ones from the films.

In the studio Angel's the small one most days, but in his work outside of that he's been with just about every make and model of sinner or hellborn there is down here over the years, big and small. He likes to think it gives him some perspective- having been on both ends of the spectrum. Maybe it just makes him a big slut.

His hands fall back only long to help shrug out of his jacket once Blitzø's worked it open, pushing it out of the way blindly so he can get them back on the imp.]

[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. ]