He starts and nearly swears, but maintains his composure for as long as it takes before Blitzø is dragging him to the next room. Fireplace. Rug. Couch. Johann is equally pleased with the setup. He falls back onto the couch, pulling him into a dizzying kiss with his arms and tentacles around him. One of the inky appendages wraps around his tail in a sort of embrace, though he strokes down the length rather suggestively.
"Biscuits and jam," he mutters. "A nice fucking steak. Whatever you want."
Sex, for Johann, is just another way to play with him. To tease and to enjoy him. But there's something that's settled in his chest now, something he didn't think would ever feel right again.
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Date: 2024-11-16 07:07 pm (UTC)"Biscuits and jam," he mutters. "A nice fucking steak. Whatever you want."
Sex, for Johann, is just another way to play with him. To tease and to enjoy him. But there's something that's settled in his chest now, something he didn't think would ever feel right again.