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[helluvamess]

[WHY IS HE HERE. Blitzø honestly doesn't know. He should have just ignored the note, it was probably just dicking around anyway. But he does like Angel Dust and spending time with the spider sinner isn't so bad... Fuck, he should have come up with a reason to be here other than the note, just in case it was dicking around after all.

He turns, debating running away, and smacks his tail against the door with a loud thump.]

Fuck!

[harderdaddy]

[That...is a weird noise, but the curse that follows it, and the interest of Fat Nuggets draws Angel to the door before Blitzø can make good on any thoughts of running away. The sinner looks only briefly surprised before a smile pulls at his face, and he snickers softly.]

Well ain't you direct?~ [Half tease, half play excuse for Blitzø shouting 'fuck!' outside his door that isn't cold feet.] Come on in. [Something the hellpig makes a little difficult in his efforts to greet/sniff the imp.]

[helluvamess]

[Fat Nuggets is at least a more welcome distraction and Blitzø reaches down to pet the little hellpig before stepping over him and slipping inside.]

So, you and kitty cat live next to each other?

[harderdaddy]

[Bonus points for Blitzø immediately acquired for showing Fat Nuggets a bit of love.

Angel glances to the shared wall with a smirk.] Heh, we do. Guess this place likes havin' fun with him. He was askin' me about you.

[All very casual as he calls Nuggs over to shut away inside the safe haven of the bathroom. Gotta keep his baby's innocence in tact.]

So, were you hopin' for a show, or somethin' more hands on?

[helluvamess]

[It occurs to him far, faaaar too late that the perfect excuse was to bring snacks for Fat Nuggets. He'll have to do it another time. He blinks as the little hellpig is carefully shut away and turns the same confused look on Angel.]

Uhhhh one question first: Why me? I'm no one and you're Angel Dust, shouldn't you be... fuck, I don't know. Not interested?

[harderdaddy]

[It really is the perfect excuse. And Blitzø wouldn't be the first to use it.

Angel take a seat on his bed, head tilting with his own confused look, though it's quick to soften.]

Well firstly, I fuck a whole lotta no ones back home if they got the cash. But you ain't a no one. You were charmin' as fuck when ya made me that drink when I was feelin' like shit. And don' act like ya don' know you're cute. What's not ta want?

[helluvamess]

[He still looks sceptical, but hops up onto the bed to sit next to Angel. He can think of plenty of things no one should want about himself, but manages to swallow them.]

Fuck, I just figured you'd have your pick here. I mean, have you seen some of the other fuckers on this boat? Pretty sure this is probably the Admiral's fucking kinkfest, he's grabbing every hot fucker he can find.

[harderdaddy]

Heh, well, outsida Hell, the effeminate 8ft spider thing ain't quite as popular. I gotta few, but compared ta home m'practically celibate. [He bumps the imp's shoulder playfully.] But who says ya ain't one a my picks?

[helluvamess]

Humans are fucking weird. [Angel Dust technically used to be one too, he's vaguely aware, but he's not now and hasn't been for a while.]

You're hot as fuck? And not just when you're like working and shit. You just seem... I don't know, like you don't give as much of a fuck about how you look any more and that's hotter than that artificial shit on the streams.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel doesn't seem to take any offense, laughing and giving a nod.] They really are. [Hell, he's been a demon more than twice as long as he was ever human.

He starts to preen almost automatically, but blinks in surprise as Blitzø echoes part of that same sentiment Husk had. Angel Dust™ is supposed to be the one people want. Carefully crafted and presented to make every demon feel like they could have him.] Wasn't really workin' for me here. 'Specially with no cash ta earn. [A pause. Husk and Vaggie never liked his films or that on air personality, but Blitzø's very casually managed to compliment both versions of him, and it makes Angel smile a real smile, bending at the waist to press a kiss to Blitzø's cheek.] Heh. That mean ya don' want the Angel Dust™ experience~?

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø snorts, finally relaxing somewhat and sprawling on his side to grin up at Angel.]

Do I look like I've got enough dicks or stamina for the Angel Dust experience? I mean, my dick is good but that's some next level shit. Like hours of time and a bucket of lube at least. How do you even fucking keep up with that?

[harderdaddy]

[Leaning back on one hand, Angel laughs, teasingly eying Blitzø's pants like he thinks he must be lying about lacking the ability to keep up. Keeps his expression light, even as he warns-] Didn' no one tell ya not ta ask how the sausage gets made? Or... gets sucked? It'd ruin the magic.

[A shit ton of drugs and a contract that removes his ability to say no, might not be a secret or anything, but talking about it would probably sour the mood.]

M'just that good.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø thinks about that, really thinks about it. He doesn't know the specifics of Angel's work but he does know more or less that it's a job and performing is something he's familiar with enough to know how hard it is to make something look fun and easy from the outside. And that chances were Angel spent a lot of time performing and not a lot of time just... getting off, as it were.

So he leans in, raising an eyebrow suggestively.]

Maybe I've got a better idea...

[harderdaddy]

[He's not wrong, and it's an insight not a lot of people are able to manage when it comes to jobs like those. It's part of what makes them so appealing to people on the outside. If they didn't make it look easy (or as easy as taking half a dozen sinners' dicks can look), then it wouldn't have nearly the same impact.

Angel snickers softly and raises his own brow in question, willing to play along]

An' what would that be?

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø grins, curling his tail up to flick under Angel's chin.]

Lay back and let me take care of you for a change. Whatever you want, no performing and nothing you don't actually want.

[He's especially serious about that. Angel bottoms, the entirety of Hell knows that, but he also performs and is just as much doing all the work as whoever's fucking him. Maybe even more so, since half the time in the streams all they need to be is a dick pounding away at whatever hole they've gotten into.]

And even if you don't want anything at all, that's fine too. Sound fair?

[harderdaddy]

[It's still a strange request, but people have made it enough times here that Angel doesn't immediately shrug it off as unnecessary. He lets himself be marginally more vulnerable, gaze softening a bit, and a flush shining through his fur, the tail keeping him from ducking his head.]

I'll try. [He allows, speaking mostly to the no performing, lips quirking. But he nods.] Wouldn't've offered if I didn't want anythin'. Not here at least.

[helluvamess]

[Even this feels a little like Angel performing, but Blitzø can't exactly fault him that. He's not entirely certain how long the spider sinner's been performing in Hell, but is pretty sure that it's longer than he's been alive. That long a habit has to be hard to break.

And it's not like he's a stranger to it either. Sure, his job doesn't require performing like this as much as Angel Dust's did, but Blitzø has had to make sure he kept people happy in the sack on more than one occasion for various reasons and there's a kind of ease to stepping into the role that isn't easy for him to avoid either. So he takes a moment to exhale as well and focuses his attention on slowly loosening Angel's clothing, fingers stroking over the fur gently.]

So anything you really feel like? Or just happy for me to take it slow?

[harderdaddy]

[The soft touch earns Blitzø a sound that certainly isn't featured in any of Angel's films, stridulating with a soft rattle like purr and smiling a bit sheepishly.]

Not used ta slow. But it ain't startin' so bad~

[He hums his agreement, petting fingers over the spines along Blitzø's back, while other's work at undressing him.]

I like marks while they last. [Angel can volunteer that much. They'll heal faster than the Sinner would like, but that shouldn't be unfamiliar to Blitzø.]