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Blitz/Johann

There's a storm coming. Johann had just come from a swim, the inky black water, though clean, a happy memory of home. The winter chill in the air doesn't seem to touch him as he treks back up to his home, his bare feet skipping from rock to rock as he looks forward to the lovely fire he's got going.

The home isn't large, but it's comfortable. The dark rooms and gothic scheme are kept up on the daily, as Johann really has nothing more to do unless he wants to make the journey into the city and terrorize people there.

Or pick up groceries. Same thing, really.

But tonight is a night to stay in. Lightning flashes onto the ocean water, illuminating the impatient waves as they crest and fall and crash onto the shore. He'll keep the windows up tonight, he decides, walking into the house. He lives alone right now; there's never a reason to change, but he does wrap a towel around his middle to go and check on the bread he's left out to prove.

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He stands up, gesturing to the kitchen. "It's sitting on the counter, but fuck you, you don't get any of it."

He tries to pull away playfully, tentacles wrapping around Blitzø's arms.

Blitzø laughs, surprising himself a little with it. He'd graduated with realising he didn't need to keep a distance from others or punish himself any more, but it was still odd to realise that he was happy and that was alright at times.

He immediately uses those tentacles as leverage to climb Johann, wrapping his limbs around him from behind and resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"No fucking way, feed me or I'll be the most obnoxious piece of shit ever. You'll have to send me back to the Admiral for rehab again."

He doesn't try to pull away or push him off. Rather, those same tentacles, originating from his shoulders,
wrap around Blitzø protectively. "You're a goddamn menace," he grumbles, walking into the large, open kitchen. "You come to my door, talking about your cock, and there's me in a towel and you've done nothing about it except complain about bread."

A large loaf of bread, topped with baked cheese, sits on the stove cooling.

"You're the one wrapping me up in tentacles and not doing shit either," he points out, taking the opportunity to wrap his tail around one of said tentacles and giving it a teasing stroke.

"Or you saying I need to earn that bread~"

He wasn't going to, but that's why he's not the ideas man. He's the one with tentacles and teeth and a killer grin.

He shivers at the touch.

"You can certainly try, sweetheart."

It's a testament to how far he's come that making the offer doesn't send him into a spiral, that Blitzø is confident that Johann would never think of him as just sex and that Florian would eviscerate the other man if he ever suggested it. He's comfortable and confident that they both care about him, and that in and of itself is a far cry from how he'd been last time he'd seen Johann.

He might reflect on it later, when they have the time to talk more about how they'd parted ways before, but for the moment he's content to give a throaty chuckle next to Johann's ear and nip roughly at his jaw. He's still a little chilled but this is one way to warm up and get a chance to show Johann how much he'd missed him.

Curious, Blitzø trail his claws to follow one of those tentacles to Johann's shoulders, seeking where they join his body and dragging his claws against that point. If it's anything like his horns and spines, he figures it's bound to be sensitive.

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They're sensitive because he wants them to be. Because he has missed him in every way that he can be missed and he wants to enjoy him. Florian, too, but Florian was a guarantee. There is no force in any universe that can keep a soul apart. But Blitzø is different. He could have gone a hundred ways.

He's glad that he's here. He shivers under his touch and grins. "What, you think you can fuck me into giving you what you want?"

"No." It's true, he realises, but not for the reasons Johann might think. "I think you'd give me what I want even if I didn't fuck you."

It'd taken him a long time to realise that with Florian and, by extension, Johann. A longer time still to accept that they might both love him, of all people, and to stop trying to push it away. It's still strange to be able to accept it now, but in the best way.

"Cause you and Florian like me and I didn't get that for a while, but I get now that I wouldn't have to fuck you if I didn't want to or to make sure you like me." He grins then, the expression evident in his voice as he leans in to flick his tongue against Johann's ear.

"But I sure do want to, and if you wanna give me bread after, that works too."

Oh.

This isn't just play. Johann turns a bit to look at him, awkward as it is in this position, and stares silently as he talks. He does like him. He probably loves him in whatever capacity that he can love another person.

He doesn't get a long time to dwell on it, though, because that tongue against his ear sends a shudder all the way through him. "Depending on how good it is, I'll make you some jam biscuits to go with it," he says instead of saying what he really feels. How happy he is to have him back. How they could lie there on the floor and bitch playfully at each other for an hour and he'd be just as happy.

But then he might not get fucked and it's been so long.

"Deal!" he exclaims probably too loudly for how close he is to Johann's ear, but immediately makes up for it by nipping at his throat before he slips down to the floor again. He plans on making a mess so the kitchen is right out, but Blitzø figures there's gotta be another fireplace somewhere that'll be warm enough and fun for other reasons as well. With that in mind, he grabs for one of Johann's tentacles and tugs the man after him into another room.

Fireplace, rug, couch. Perfect. He shoves Johann towards the couch, aiming to get him seated and give Blitzø less height to have to worry about as he follows and catches Johann's mouth in a sharp kiss.

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.

"Oh fuck--" Blitzø curses into the kiss, nipping Johann's mouth harder as he strokes his tail. The spade is particularly sensitive and he shudders at the weird sensation of a tentacle against it.

"I want you," he says, knowing it's probably too vulnerable and not caring right now. He's missed Johann more than he could say on the Barge, both he and Florian had, and sometimes the only thing getting him through was the thought of being reunited again some time. It still felt like it had taken forever though.

His claws dig lightly into Johann's chest, not yet enough to break the skin, and his tongue curls twice around the other man's before he pulls back and catches his breath. "Fuck I've missed you."

This would be the perfect opportunity to make a joke - perhaps something about how sad and pathetic it is that Blitzø misses him.

But that isn't right. That's not how he's feeling. And this isn't just sex, despite how delightfully filthy he's already feeling. When he pulls back, Johann draws a tender hand along his horns, then grins. "Of course you have, Mäuschen. Because I have missed you. Missed this. I want you to fuck me. You have a lot of time to make up for."

"Oh don't worry," Blitzø promises with a laugh that is definitely the sound of someone planning something. "You're gonna be grateful you already made that bread cause neither of us are gonna have the energy to do much else for a while by the time we're done."

He punctuates it with a nip to Johann's jaw, hard enough to leave a bruising mark for a moment before it fades. He tugs at the towel around Johann's waist, pleased that it's easier than worrying about other layers right now and a bonus for the eventual mess, and turns his attention to dragging his claws down Johann's stomach and thighs.

He lets the towel go without much fuss, moaning shamelessly at the bite and the claws. "You can fucking rip me apart," he mutters, raising his hips up towards him. He's half hard already as the towel is ripped away, just from this, and he wraps his arms around the imp to kiss him deeply, using teeth against his mouth.

The tentacle entwined with his tail tightens just a little, circling back, digging inside of his clothes to try and get them off.

Blitzø makes a strangled sound as Johann's grip tightens on his tail and the other man kisses him hard, returning the scrape of teeth against his mouth with a bite that catches Johann's lip and draws blood.

He is altogether too warm now and as the tentacles work at his clothing, Blitzø pulls away long enough to help Johann get them off altogether. A thought crosses his mind and he snags one tentacle, gripping it loosely and dragging a claw against it.

"How much do you feel in these?"

He shudders an unconscious shudder. "Enough to feel that in my cock," he tells him, giving him a gentle, but insistent, slap on the face. "So keep your hands off unless you're going somewhere with them."

That tentacle wraps around his wrist and pulls it back, though he caresses the inside of it with a grin. A monster still has his likes - and Johann loves his wrists.

"Gods," he breathes out once he has Blitzø's clothes off. "Why the fuck did you take so long!"

"Hey, you're the one who left," Blitzø shoots back. He'd had some plans in mind but that hits home hard enough for his chest to ache and he immediately curls back in against Johann, pulling him into another kiss.

"Don't fucking do that again. I wasn't sure you'd remember me when I got here..."

He returns that kiss, tentacles wrapping around him. "I meant why did it take so long for you to take your clothes off," he laughs, but this is much better anyway. "And how could I forget your ugly, fucking face?"

"Time's bullshit and I had no idea how long it'd be for you before I could see you," he admits. He'd never said it aloud before but... it had been on his mind. Would he arrive right after Johann had left from Johann's point of view or would it be longer?

He stays like that for a moment, just pressed against Johann's body, then Blitzø snags one of those tentacles again.

"But gonna make sure I leave a damn good impression now." He grins and curls his tongue around the tentacle, coaxing it into his mouth and sucking at it with a soft groan.

He moans shamelessly, pulling that tentacle out and sliding it back inside his mouth. He swears softly, under his breath, his long fingers finding Blitzø's cock and stroking him leisurely.

There's no hurry. No reason to rush.

"I'm never letting you out of my fucking sight again anyway," he tells him. "Because having me down your throat is a perfect image."

Fuck, that's the good shit, and Blitzø's hips twitch into Johann's fingers, just as shameless as the moan the other man makes. While he's pleased as shit to have Johann talking like that for him, the one downside to the tentacles is that he can't suck them and Johann's actual cock, which is clearly right there and sadly neglected.

A decision has to be made and he pulls away with a wet sound, replacing his tongue with fingers that continue stroking the tentacle, matching Johann's own hands.

"Then lets get me between your legs for more of it, see how many times I can get you off before you pass out."

He leans back on the couch, legs spreading shamelessly for him. "Get me off if you want, but you're going to fuck me before the night is out. I have waited too long." He reaches up, letting go of his cock, and grabs Blitzø's face with his hands so he can kiss him before letting him have what he wants.

"What, don't think you can last long enough to wait for that?" Blitzø retorts, letting himself be dragged up into the kiss. He nips at Johann's mouth as they part, a rumble of a purr in his chest as he drops down again. He fully intends to make good on fucking Johann too, and have some fun with those tentacles if he can manage it, but first things first...

He doesn't immediately go for the prize, despite what Johann might expect. Instead Blitzø works his teeth in scrapes and careful nips against the inside of the other man's thighs, leaving the occasional bruise and watching in delight as it immediately fades from sight. He knows better than to break skin and risk Johann's blood and who knew what effect that might have on him, but getting to see his handiwork and a reminder of how resistant to injury Johann is was reassuring.

Finally turning his attention to the goal at hand, Blitzø traces his tongue against Johann's perineum and against his hole, taking a moment to press his thumb against Johann's opening afterwards. "Fuck, should have asked if you had lube here."

Johann shudders out a soft moan, using his hands to run along his horns, the back of his neck, just getting whatever input that he can. Whatever he can feel, whatever he can get, he wants to take. He spent too long by himself to waste this moment right here. He's been dreaming of it.

Each goddamn scrape of teeth and bites makes him shudder and he grips the back of the couch. "If you're going to bite me, then fucking bite me," he moans as soon as he finds that he has breath in his lungs.

Then he's asking about fucking lube and reaches over to swat him on the side of the head. "I'm magical. I can get whatever I want."

And there is some in his other hand that he gives to him.

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