Blitz/Johann

[monsterjohann]

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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[helluvamess]

"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."

[monsterjohann]

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.