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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



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Or I won't.

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[helluvamess]

Tell me about it. I never thought I'd miss having a door that locks for one thing.

[And the solid reassurance that no one can just sneak up on them now. He feels some of the tension from the past few weeks finally start to ease and Blitzø stretches and reaches out to tug the bottle from Cain and take a swig from it.]

Fuck that hits the spot.

[reargunner]

God, you're not wrong.

[Cain reaches over, but rather than grab the bottle he snags the imp by the wrist and tugs him over, bottle and all.]

Missed being able to fucking relax. Feels like I'm aching all over and I've not done a damn thing.

[helluvamess]

[Despite being generally smaller than almost everyone he meets on the Barge, Blitzø is still always surprised when someone picks him up or moves him in any way at all and he flops into Cain's lap (barely avoiding dumping alcohol over them both) and stares up at him in surprise before huffing and pushing the bottle into his hands.]

Fucking ass. And what do you mean, you didn't do anything? Didn't you get beat to shit a few times at least?

[reargunner]

Eh.

[Shrug.

He takes another mouthful of the vodka and leans his head back as he swallows it, still with a lap full of imp and not seeming to mind the development.]

Isn't as if I'm a fuckin' stranger to taking a few punches, kotik. How'd you think I learned to fight to begin with?

[helluvamess]

Then what're you bitching about doing nothing for? [He returns, flicking his tail up to poke at Cain's cheek.]

Wanna get stabbed up a little next time instead? Get a gun and ventilate a few skulls?

[reargunner]

Hmph.

[He snatches Blitzø's tail out of the air, holding the end firmly but carefully in his free hand. His eyes stay on the imp's as he tilts his head to one side and idly draws his tongue along the edge of the spade-like tip.]

Should know better than to put this near my mouth. [A grin.] But if it's all the same, rather there isn't a next time. Not for a long fucking while.

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø yelps and jerks his tail away, his face flushing.]

Fucking dick. [It's still affectionate, friendly and casual and it's kind of weird and nice to be able to have that.]

Yeah well, here's hoping the Admiral can keep his shit together for a while at least. Not sure I believe it but who fucking knows. Maybe next time it'll actually be a fucking break for once.

[reargunner]

Mm. I'm gonna guess he'll keep a close eye on things for a while.

[Shrug. Cain doesn't really care much about what the Admiral does, and the business with the Narrenschiff only raised him slightly in his estimations. Being better than the Cap'n isn't a high bar to clear.

He shifts position and holds his arm out.]

C'mere.

[A beat.]

Won't put it in my mouth again. Promise.

[helluvamess]

[He squints up at Cain but flicks his tail back in range.]

Can't say I'd normally complain but I thought you said you didn't wanna start anything cause you were too tired?

[reargunner]

You can mess around without actually having sex, you know.

[And he does playfully swipe for his tail again without quite catching hold of it.]

You never done that?

[helluvamess]

Pft, when I didn't know any better maybe. When you think things are just fun and shit before it gets serious or you've gotta do what you can to get by.

[Blitzø's smile fades and he sits up, reaching for the bottle again.]

Besides, before I got brought here, I was pretty much just fucking Stolas for our deal. Not exactly the time for that kind of shit, is it?

[reargunner]

[He hands the bottle over without any resistance.]

Guess not, if you were trying to keep feelings completely out of it.

[Cain is very well acquainted with trying to keep feelings out of a transactional relationship. He's also well acquainted with failing to do that.]

But, nothin' serious here. [He grins a little, the expression slightly crooked.] Can mess around if you want.

[helluvamess]

[He weighs it up, because Florian and Trevor have been right in the past that he's used to sex as something he trades in - for Stolas' book, for information, fuck, even just for a way to forget himself for a while. People used each other all the time in Hell so the fact that it wasn't always so straightforward here was odd. Strange as well the fact he's aware that he could just tell Cain no now and it... wouldn't matter. He wouldn't have to feel bad or worry about breaking a deal or how it would affect his and his employee's livelihoods. Nor did he have to worry that Cain was getting the wrong idea about them or this was going to end up too deep too fast.

It was just... for fun. Blitzø's expression is unreadable for a long moment as he really thinks about that and the fact that they've all just had a really shitty few weeks. Finally he nods.]

Sure, although if this is some scheme to just get your hands on my tail again, you're putting way too much effort in.

[He takes a long swig from the bottle then and, before he overthinks it too much, tugs Cain in for a kiss that's part vodka as well.]

[reargunner]

[Cain waits, patiently, while the imp works his way through whatever thoughts he has about the proposal. It is what it is and nothing else. Cain's not looking to add deeper feelings to the relationship that they have, he's not trying to trade something, and if Blitzø did say no then there would be no hard feelings or offence taken.

The decision when it's made - and the kiss, tasting strongly of vodka and prompting a light bite against it - draws a quiet hum of approval from the young man.]

Don't need to scheme for that.

[Not when it's so easily within reach and he can just take hold of it, wrapping his hand around the end and sliding the blunt tip of his nail against the centre.]

But I have been wondering how far I can push you with it.

[helluvamess]

Oh yeah? [Blitzø grins, because while he's still not entirely certain about the idea of someone wanting him just because, he can definitely understand a challenge.]

Don't think it's gonna be that easy, now I'm watching you. No surprises this time.

[reargunner]

Hmm. Don't like surprises?

[He urges the imp onto his back with a clear grin, still holding the end of his tail and idly scratching his thumb up and down close to where it joins the astoundingly mobile, whip-like length of the rest of it.

Being so much taller than Blitzø makes it easy to give the illusion of caging him against the couch.]

You know it's not a competition, right?

[helluvamess]

What are you talking about, of course it is? Like if it's not a contest or an exchange then what else is it?

[It makes the most sense to him, based on his experiences. If he wasn't making Cain feel good in return for, well, everything then he was hard-pressed to think what else he was supposed to do other than give the other man a challenge.

The one part he's struggling with a little is what he should do while Cain has a hold on his tail like that. It twitches a little in the fighter's grip, Blitzø instinctively wanting to wrap it around Cain's waist, but he doesn't try further to pull it away and settles instead for gripping Cain's thigh with his claws.]

[reargunner]

Just two guys having a good time. What else?

[It doesn't have to be anything more than that, does it? They've both had a rough time, neither of them are looking to turn it into anything more than what it already is, and god knows Cain isn't looking for it to turn into some kind of battle of wits (or horniness).

The twitching of the tail in his hand catches his attention and after a moment of thought he does let it go, allowing the imp to do what he will.]

Don't think about it so hard.

[helluvamess]

[That's more like it. Cain said it's just for fun, and Blitzø would argue that he knows all about that, but he also can't help but instinctively want to make sure he's making Cain happy. Proving that he's worth keeping around in some way.

Once Cain's let go, he immediately winds his tail around Cain's thigh and strokes the flat between the fighter's legs.]

Who's thinking?

[reargunner]

Hmm...

[His attention shifts down, a brief dart of his eyes all the indication of his awareness that he gives before he leans in, sliding the fingertips of one hand under the imp's shirt while he nips playfully at his neck.]

Neither of us, I fuckin' hope.

[God knows they need it.]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø tilts his head, letting Cain get at his neck. It feels odd, not taking the lead as much, a level of vulnerability he's still not entirely certain about. His instinct is to push back and make it a struggle and it's something he's still learning to let go of.

If Cain is expecting a pillow princess though, Blitzø is going to disappoint him. His tail is dexterous enough to flick open the button of Cain's pants and slip inside the tip tracing patterns against his skin in turn.]

[reargunner]

[Given what he knows of Blitzø, a pillow princess would be the last thing he'd expect under any circumstances. He's almost surprised he got the imp in this position at all but he's going to take advantage of it, biting harder against his neck as he feels the imp's tail work his pants open.]

Hmph-- [He huffs lightly, lifting his head enough to meet Blitzø's large eyes with a smirk.] That's new.

[helluvamess]

What, this?

[His tail slips into Cain's clothing and rubs leisurely against his cock, a shiver going through the imp himself at the stimulation as well.]

Can do way more than just this with it too, if you want. So long as you keep with the biting.

[reargunner]

[Blitz doesn't fail to disappoint, even if they are just fooling around.]

Yeah? How'd you like it.

[Cain grins, a sharp smirk.]

Harder?