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The imp with mitch matched horns paced his room. Lost in thought. A certain conversation he listened to, of an acrobat of the circus. Talk about something called friends with benefits, where two people are in a sexual relations, but not in a committed relationship. A perfect proposition, for his best friend, his friend since he was a wee imp, for as long as he could remember. The best friend he had a heavy crush on. He wasn't very sure if they liked him back. Walking over to the window, opening the curtains wide, letting the light in.

Six knocks in beats made him jump, startled.

“Come in!” he calls, resting against the shelf beside the window.

The door slowly opened, his friend Barbie peeking her head in.

“Hey Fizz, I wanted to check up on you,” she greeted, stepping inside his room, closing the opening behind herself, “you seemed a little distracted during this show, something on your mind?”

“It's… nothing,” he muttered, tapping his fingers on the wood, trying to hide his bluff.

“Mhmm,” Barbie made her way over to him, sitting on his bed, “is it about… a girl? A… boy? Hey! How about in between?”

He chuckled, a smile creeping on his face as she made assumptions, looking off into the distance. Letting out a nervous breath as she tried to get him to talk. Barbie chuckled in defeat as he zoned her out.

“Anyhoo, Blitzo was looking for you, he didn't find you in your showroom..” he quickly looked up, watching as she stretched, before having a big yawn, “gosh that was tiring, how do you do this almost every week and multiple times a day~”

“Blitz was looking for me?” brightening up at the thought, straightening his back, “do you know where he is?”

Barbie shaking her head in assumably amusement, voice lowering towards the end “oh I should've known… is Blitz your mystery guy~?”

“Huh?” blushing as she laughed, “No no no no, we aren't like that, you see–”

“I'm teasing you, Fizz,” she quickly calmed down, taking a few deep breaths, “so, what's on your mind?”

“I–” cutting himself off, biting his lip, looking away from her eye contact, cursing at himself, he could talk to her, she was his friend after all, sneaking a glance, she could give him advice, “It’s, something I overheard from one of the others..”

Watched as she leaned forward in interest, “go on.”

“Friends with benefits, I'm sure you’ve at least heard of it, so I don't have to explain it…” holding his breath, hoping he didn't really have to explain it, letting out a sigh of relief when she nodded, “and, I wanted to bring it up with, Blitzo.”

“Why not ask him out? Instead of, you know, this. I am assuming you like him? More than friends obvi?” she asked, to which he nodded, her head tilted in confusion, “what do you even see in him?”

“He’s amazing~ his eyes, his bright yellow eyes~, his… everything, his jokes failing miserably, but not for me, it's cute watching his face brighten when I laugh at said jokes..” he rambled on and on, in the clouds as he continued.

“Blech–,” Barbie let out a noise of disgust, looking over at Blitzo’s twin, her face in disgust with her tongue stuck out.

“W-what?” he nervously laughed, fidgeting with his own sleeve.

“He’s so gross, I don't get what you see in him,” Barbie replied, “but, why bring it up with me?”

“I wanted, advice,” holding himself up, he continued, “do you think he will, accept?

“Hmm, sure? I guess you two definitely got something, a bond that I don't think will break if he denies this offer!” she purred, “if so, Greed isn't the only ring you can live in~!”

That last line made him chuckle nervously, “you don't think he will decline?”

“Of course not!!!”

Worrying as Barbie had a cheeky smile spread across her face. Her legs slightly kicking.

“All jokes aside,” she shook her head, “if anything happens, come to me, you’re my friend Fizz, I don't want to see you getting hurt.”

-

“Lookie who it is!” the voice of his best friend called out behind him, “Fizz!!”

Excitedly turned around, smiling as Blitzo spread their arms for him. Being scooped up from the ground, wrapping his own legs around his friends waist. Holding on as he was twirled not once, not twice, but three times before stilling. A bright smile on his face as they looked at each other. He loved these moments, just staring into each other's eyes, a friendship that he couldn't think of something in all of hell that could break its bond.

“Put me down before you drop me,” he chuckled after a moment, to which Blitzo pouted.

“Awh, you don't trust me?”

Rolling his eyes, he felt as the spiked imp helped him down. Of course he trusted him, more than the people who helped him with stunts and performance acts. He just couldn't help being in Blitz’s arms for that long, without breaking into a blushing and stuttering mess. Surprised he could even be around him for long periods of time without breaking. Sure, their cuddle seshs gave him butterflies, but best friends do that all the time! Falling asleep in Blitzo’s bed was normal for them, same with him sleeping in his. Dreading the nights where he didn't sleep in the same bed as Blitz.

“You were looking for me?” he asked after a moment, softly smiling as Blitz nodded.

“Oh! Right!!” Blitzo excitedly spread his arms, then motioned him to follow, to which he happily agreed.

Almost tripping over himself as Blitz held onto his hand, pulling him, guiding him to where his friend wanted him to be. Frowning as Blitzo dragged him over to the barn.

“The barn?”

The spiked imp didn't say anything, just guided him. Watching as Blitz opened the small door on the big barn entrance. Following his friend through. Shaking his head in amusement as Blitzo stopped at each stall to try to reach to pet each hell horse. Walking up beside him, leaning onto the gate.

“Did you drag me in here just to watch you fawn over horses?” he snickered, reaching his own hand out, smiling softly as the animal leaned into their touch.

“Of course not!! Not at all~!” Blitzo responds, his own eyes rolling as his friend defends themselves, “come on, follow!”

The question of his offer lingers in his head, biting his lip as Blitz excitedly skips to the back of the stables. Once in the back, he invites himself to sit down on a bale. Blitzo on the floor, grabbing something from under a table. Moving to see what the imp
has in his hands as they grab something.

“Stole these from my father,” Blitzo says as he holds up a pack of smokes, their eyes meeting, “wanna try em?”

“Er, I guess,” shrugging as Blitz opens the pack, grabbing two before throwing the box somewhere to the side, “have you ever done these before?”

“Nope!”

Head tilting in confusion as his friend hands him one.

“First time doing this, with my best friend,” Blitzo chuckles, leaning back down to the floor, hand struggling under to reach something, then sitting straight, holding a lighter, “have you ever done this before?”

Shaking his head, sticking the cig in his mouth, leaning forward for his friend to light it. Immediately coughing as the smoke fills his lungs, hand taking it out of his mouth.

“Fuck,” he mutters, looking over at his friend to see him cough as well.

“Hell!! What do people see in these things–” Blitzo hisses, making him chuckle, “this is awful–!”

Smoke once again fills his lungs, relying on his memory of watching older imps. Blowing smoke out of his lungs, teeth grit as smoke fills his vision. Feeling as Blitzo sits beside him, coughing a fit.

“You okay?” he asks, turning his head to blow away from his friend before looking at him, hand reaching out to rub their back.

“I fuck- I guess so..” the spiked imp rasps, “don't think Im trying that anytime soon..”

He watches as Blitz scrunches the bud on a nearby table, then lies down next to him on the bale. His own hand holding himself up, continuing with his cig, having better luck than his friend. Blowing smoke from his lungs before breathing it in once more.

Closing his eyes, cursing at himself, not tonight. Tomorrow is another day

-

The two young imps found themselves sitting close to each other, practically hugging. With Blitz’s arms around his waist, Blitzo’s sister teased them as she told them where to move and what positions.

“This is awkward..” Blitz mutters under his breath loud enough for him to hear.

“Just go with the flow…” he replies back, glaring at Barbie as she chuckles.

“I swear Barb, I would kill you right now-” his friend hisses, feeling as claws dug into his hips, making his breath hitch as the spiked imp grows more annoyed, murmuring the next words, “how are you able to do this for long periods of time Fizz…”
He leans his head against Blitz’s horns as Barb instructs, sighing, “I guess a lot
of patience.”

She wanted to see something, with the two, and for that to happen, they had to do this. He’s not complaining, being closer to his best friend and crush. But he was shaking on the inside, one wrong move and he could become a blushing mess. A hand
resting on his friend's shoulder as the other holds Blitz’s hand on his hip. Lips in a tight line as he slightly blushed at the pose. Feeling as the other leaned into him, pressing their bodies even closer. Barbie excitedly squealed, with a cheeky smile.

“You guys look so cute~!” Barbie says as she quickly snags a photo of the two.

Blitzo quickly pulls away, roaring as he charges at his sister. Making him burst out laughing as Blitz begs his sister to delete it.

“Send that to me will ya!” he loudly says over the growls of embarrassment, to which she nodded, holding her arm up high to where Blitzo struggled to reach, herself struggling as the twins were the same height.

Giddy giggles leaving his mouth, covering his mouth as he watches the twins fight. Eyes not straying from his best friend. Blitzo’s teeth bared as those eyes stare sharp. Barbie pulled at the spiked imps shirt, having a glimpse of that slim waist and a little higher before it let go. It was… mouth watering, watching Blitzo fight, swaying their hips, along with his tail. Everything seemed to go slow as they made eye contact through the chaos. That glint in Blitzo’s eyes, slightly softening as they stared at each other. His own face deepening in colour, breaking as Barbie grabs Blitz’s horns to pull him down. The phone being thrown off to the side.

Covering his own face, what's gotten into himself!! Body growing in temperature as he fully takes in that moment. Something about that particular eye contact was… different.
Blitz then dives for the phone that now lies a couple feet away, quickly opening it.

“Why the FUCK isn't it listening to the face recognition,” Blitzo hisses, rolling away as Barbie jumps to him, “we’re TWINS!”

“Maybe it's because you look like a TOAD ,” Barbie snarls, pinning Blitz down to the floor before grabbing her phone.

As he watches the whole ordeal, he is a blushing mess. Cheeks hot as he tries to calm himself down. Hiding from the gazes of the twins.

“Barb pleasee!!” Blitzo once again resorts to begging.

“Fine–” she hisses back, looking over at him, winking, before sending him the picture, letting out a breath as she shows Blitz that she deleted it, “happy?”

Pulling out his own phone, he opens the message, admiring the picture, stopping himself as Blitzo gets up and slowly makes his way over to him. Setting it aside as his friend sits beside him, clearly embarrassed.

Hand reaching over, “you okay, Blitz?”

“Yeah, yeah..” the spiked imp mutters.

Barb then stood in front of them, making a little motion, mocking them with two of her fingers, bringing them together as she talked, “now you two little lovebirds have fun~”

“BARB!!!” Blitzo snarls, about to jump at her again.

Before his friend can, she spins around on her heel, chuckling to herself as she walks out of the room, tail swaying side to side in triumph.

“Fucking hell…” his friend growls, “sorry ‘bout that Fizz.”

“You don't have to apologise!” he quickly interjects, “I shouldn't have let Barb do that..”

As Blitzo was going to respond, he quickly got up. Picking his phone up in the process. Letting out a shaky sigh.

“But I should get going-” he makes up an excuse on the spot, “cause y’know, practice, and… such–”

“I can come with you!” Blitzo seemingly perks up.

Wrong time.. He turns to his friend, “I— erm, you can’t– I-I mean–”

The spiked imp stops in their tracks, shoulder slightly slump as he rambles. Eyes shut closed to not see Blitz’s reaction. Only cracking open as he hears his friend cut him off.

“It's okay, if you don't want me there,” Blitz mutters, the sadness in his tone, biting his lip as they move by him.

“Im sorry Blitz–”

“No no, it's fine Fizz.”

He doesnt turn around to see his friend leave the room. Letting out a deep sigh, once again looking at the picture. Breath hitching as he sees his friends eyes. Not staring directly at the camera. But giving the illusion that he was, red, piercing, sharp with anger and annoyance. Nothing like their eye contact during the tussle. Those eyes were, soft, filled with something other than platonic love. Or he could just be reading over the situation, no way that Blitzo could change their look for under two seconds. At least to the look of, love? They don't see him like that, only he does.

…Right?

-

The imp sits in his room, having a text ready to send to his best friend. Hesitating. Asking for Blitz to come to his room, it's already been two days and three nights since the talk with Barbie. Not gaining the confidence to tell Blitzo. Even now, he’s getting cold feet.

Currently on his bed, the dim light coming through his room window. Knees pressed to his chest. A blanket loosely around his back.

As he takes a deep breath in, he closes his eyes, breathing out. Quickly sending the text before tossing his phone across the room. Now knowing what he has gotten himself into. Acting like a kid who had just been caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. Bringing a blanket over his eyes in embarrassment, tail curling around himself. Hearing his phone buzz, he quickly scrambled out of bed. Tripping over himself, falling to the floor as he picks up his phone. Not bothering to get up as he unlocks it and opens the notification.

‘Omw’

He curses at himself, bringing a hand over his face, staying on the floor for a minute or two. Wincing as he gets up, rubbing his arm. Walking backwards towards his bed before sitting. Awaiting the arrival of his friend.

The door slowly opens, Blitzo stepping inside before closing it, their gazes meeting, “you wanted to see me?”

“Yes-” he slowly nods, inviting his friend to sit beside him, “I wanted to ask you something..”

“I can stay in here tonight,” Blitzo says right after, “if that's what you're asking.”

Quietly laughing, he bites his lip, “I wanted to try this thing, I overheard some of the others… talk about something called friends with benefits.”

“You want to do that… with me?” Blitz asks, shuffling on his bed.

“Yeah–” he replies, tail curling around himself as he grows more nervous as time passes, “y’know, practice, for the one, I guess–”

“And you want to do that with me?” his friend asks again, “why not ask someone more, ya know, better–”
“I didn't even know you were gay..” Blitzo mumbled, almost barely hearing him.

“Because you’re my best friend Blitz!” he hisses, “I can't ask some rando if they want to have, sex, with no feelings, and… relationship, every so often.”

“Why not,” the spiked imp finally agrees, leaning back on his bed, “only because you’re begging me~”

A deep colour fills his cheeks, swatting playfully on his friends shoulder, “oh shut up–”

A light gasp leaves his mouth as Blitz pulls him further on the bed, snuggling into him.

“Now sleep you frog, it's late…” his friend murmurs, bringing them closer, snuggling into his neck.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he rested against his friend. Not fully sure if Blitzo really thought it over with how fast he agreed. Dozing to sleep quickly.

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Eyes fluttered open, being met with a cold wave of air. Only source of heat was his friend behind him. The spiked imps arms lazily wrapped around his waist, with their head in his shoulder. Slow shallow hot breaths blew over his back, sending shivers down his spine. Legs tangled into one another with his tail flicking as he awoke. Remembering cuddling up with Blitzo the night before after he asked for the friends with benefits. Could remember thinking that they were being too chummy with him, asking every once in a while if he was comfortable or asking if he really wanted it.

Not like the times they’ve done before, they would just nuzzle into each other for a few minutes before dozing to sleep. But every movement he did, Blitzo would bring him closer, ask if he was okay. Falling asleep a blushing mess, heart beating fast,
surprised that Blitzo didn't call him out on that.

Letting out a quiet groan, he slowly went out of the clutch of the imp. Legs swinging over the bed before stretching. Yawning before looking at his friend lying in the bed.

A soft smile grew on his face as he looked at the sleeping imp. Hand holding himself up as he leaned over Blitzo. Fingers brushing a string of loose fur from the pillow that laid near their horns. Eyes lidded as he admired him, tail curled as he watched lovingly.

“Quit staring..” Blitz muttered, bringing the blanket over their eyes.

Catching him off guard, he fell back off the bed, gasping.

“What the FUCK BLITZ–” he hissed, groaning as he rubbed his head, “don't scare me like that–”

Blitzo sat up, a teasing smile spread across their face as they looked down on him, “I had to. You were the one staring~”

A soft blush poisoned his cheeks, looking away in embarrassment.

“You look good on the ground..” they said aloud, making the colour deepen on his face.

Quickly getting up, dusting off his legs before making eye contact with his best friend.

“H-how long were you awake?” he stuttered, tail wrapping around his legs nervously.

“Oh you know…” they replied, eyes rolling to the side in a thinking way, “way before you woke up.”

“So– you were awake the whole time–?” heat built up in his body as Blitzo nodded, “fuck, you’re good at faking.”

Sitting back on the bed, he shivered at the touch of his friend's hands rubbing his own.

“It wouldn't be the first time..” they muttered, lying on his lap, looking up at him.

His hand brushed over their head, scoffing softly as they stuck their forked tongue out.

“So~” Blitzo started, he leaned back, holding himself up as his friend had their head on his lap, “you still want to do this… friends with benefits?”

Slowly nodding, he poked at their cheek, “what~ don't you want to do it?”

“Ah, you would op out if I fucked you tonight~” Blitzo challanged.

“Wanna bet?” he growled back.

His friend chuckled, sitting up straight. Breath stopped as they leaned over him, making him lean back on the bed with Blitzo between his legs. Blushing subtly as they looked him up and down with lidded eyes. Two fingers brushing up his thigh before going in an inch under his short shorts.

“You’re so easily flustered..” Blitz murmured, leaned back and retracted their fingers, allowing him to let out an awaited nervous breath, “two seconds and I had you blushing!”

“You ass clown–” covering his face in embarrassment, looking away as he heard them laugh.

-

He would be lying if the moment he had with Blitzo on the spiked imps bed wasn't replaying in mind every second of the day. Barely listening to anyone as he zoned out multiple times.

“Fizz?” the familiar voice of Barbie sounded, but not caring to turn, “hell to Fizzarolli?”

A hand waved over his face. Blinking twice before looking at her. Her arms crossed as she looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“What's got you zoned out all day?” she asked, leaning down to try to meet his eye contact as he looked away.

“It's nothing Barb. M’ just tired..” muttering the words, he rested his chin on his hand, feeling as she sat beside him.

“I get it,” she replied, “but I know that face Fizz, what's really going on?”

As he looked back at her, Barb had her head tilted.

“Did you get enough sleep last night?” she asked, then a sudden realization bloomed in her mind, “you two didn't–”

“NO—” interjecting her sentence, he covered his eyes, “I slept quite well actually.”

“Okay… but you did ask him, right?”

Nodding, he got more comfortable on the bench, inviting her to sit with him. To which she happily agreed, nudging him playfully.

“Tough day, am I right?” she mutters.

“Hmm,” humming in agreement, “have any idea where Blitzo is?”

“Mr. I have a crush on Blitzo and follow him everywhere like a lost puppy asking me where he is?” Barbie chuckles, then shakes her head, “I haven't.”

Letting out a breath, he swung his legs, hopping from the bench, stretching his arms, “I think I'm going to go look for him, wanna come?”

“Bah, I'm fine,” Barbie replied, sitting up, fist bumping him, “I'm gonna go visit my mother.”

“Say hi to her for me!” he calls after her as she trots away, smiling.

Crossing his arms, he slowly looked around, now to find Blitzo.

It took time looking around the circus grounds. Looking outside the grounds wasn't at the top of his head. Blitz not answering his calls. Letting out annoyed sighs as he searched top to bottom of the barn. Deciding that he wasn't in there… or though he thought.

A hand grabbed his suspender, pulling him back, a gasp leaving his mouth as he was roughly pressed against a body. Arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly.

“Blitz–!!” he cried, laughing as they fell to the ground.

The latter nibbled at his neck, chuckling as he tried to struggle out of the tight grasp.

“That tickles–! Stop!!” he pulls away, failing as the spiked imps hold didn't falter, going limp in defeat, sighing.

“I’ve got you now Fizz!” Blitzo snickered, tail wrapping around his own, grip loosening, allowing him to get comfortable before tightening once again.

Slightly blushing, he nuzzled close to the imp, closing his eyes.

Humming as a hand rubbed the back of his head.

“Sorry for not returning your calls..” Blitz murmurs, pressing their foreheads together in an apologetic way, “I was right that you would find me~”

As he let out a nervous breath, he felt his friend tighten their grasp. Looking up at them, to be met returning the gaze. Searching their eyes, their lidded eyes. Blitz leaned down, pulling him up before sinking their teeth into his neck. Shuddering out a breath.

-

Being pulled into the spiked imps room, he wasn't expecting them to be so forward, it was exciting. As the door closed, he was being pressed against it. Teasing him by brushing their lips. Hungrily leaning into him, blush spread as they clicked their tongue in disappointment.

Lifting his chin with a finger, making strong eye contact.

“Boundaries?” Blitzo murmurs, hand slipping under his shirt, hesitatingly feeling across his skin, “what's the safeword…”

He leans into the touch, encouraging the roam of hands, flicking his tongue as Blitz licks a stripe up his neck, “c-can it be, anything?”

“Anything Fizzy,” they mutter, not going too far, only rubbing along his sides.

“Pudding?” he hisses quietly, pulling Blitz’s coat down off their arms, dropping it to the floor, “wh-what do you think?”

“It's perfect~” they reply, stumbling over each other as they move to a wall, “please use it if anything comes up, Fizz.”

Hands being guided to be pressed against the wall, being told to keep them there. A small peck on his cheek made his tail spike in all different ways.

Breath hitching as Blitz dropped to the ground. The spiked imps tail swishing as they seemingly got comfortable. Fingers grazing from his waist down his legs.

“Still okay?” they ask, looking up at him, to which he nods.

“Yes, keep going–”

Blitzo held his hips, moving their tongue along his thighs and hips. On their knees with their tail end flicking every so often. Making him let out shuddered whimpers as that tongue worked its magic. Palms shakily pressed against the wall, digging his claws into it, leaving marks that would remind him of their first night together. Their first night together, intimately. Wanting to watch every move of his best friend, but struggling as Blitzo dove in deeper. Touching him, in places where he didn't even know that well himself. Felt even better to have someone other than himself gropping and brushing along his legs and crotch.
Taking a mental photo of his best friend kneeling down in front of him, hands on his thighs, once in a while looking back up at him.

“Breathe pretty boy,” soft murmurs and whispers were the only thing heard from the spiked imp.

As he let out a deep breath, Blitzo praised him, squeezing his thighs in encouragement. Growing more hard and more erect with each passing minute. Tail curling into itself before slowly shifting side to side.

Fingers grazing over the bulge, before hooking over the hem of his shorts, pulling both boxers and shorts off. Exposing himself to the cold hair. Teeth grit as a tongue ran from the base to the tip.

A breathless chuckle sounded as his legs shook.

“Desperate hm?” Blitzo quietly asked, hands wrapping around him, pumping, whimpers leaving his mouth as those hands worked, “remember to breathe…”

His own hand covered his mouth, head leaning back as Blitz’s tongue circled his tip. Before pressing an open mouth kiss on him. Lips wrapped around him, sinking deeper ever so slowly as he finally took him in. Hips slightly bucked as he felt Blitz swallow, tightening around him. Biting his finger to muffle his moans.

It was hypnotizing, it felt so wrong but so right at the same time. Noises cracking as Blitzo pulled away. Pressing comforting kisses along his hips.

“Please—” he mewled, feeling as a tear trickled down his cheek, “Blitz please—”

Blitzo teasingly flicked their tongue, their eye contact strong as they leaned away, “tell me~”

“W-what—” he questionly murmured, tail flicking in discomfort, tip leaking of precum as it throbbed in neediness.

A finger danced along his thigh before wrapping along his erection. Pumping once, pulling a strangled moan from his lips.

“Tell me, how much you want it… you fucking asked for friends with benefits, now tell me how much you want to learn~” Blitzo hissed, smirking as he bit his lip, “well~?”

Nervously gulping, his teeth bared, blinking once as he registered what Blitzo had said.

“I want to learn… everything, Blitz—” he whimpered, legs shaking as his friend ran their fingers along his thighs once more, “everything, that you know— please– Blitzo.”

A sudden warmness wrapped around his dick. Moaning painfully as the stimulation filled his body. Arousal spiking as a pool of butterflies filled his stomach. Not bothering to stifle his moans as his friend's head bobbed, moving up and down on his cock. He wanted Blitz to know that he was pleasuring him, pleasuring him in a way he thought he couldn't ever get.

“Ah–! Nghhh—” moans and groans left his mouth in nothing but pure bliss for the imp, growing closer to his finish as that talented mouth deepthroat him, “fucking hell–!!

His best friend moaned around him, causing him to whine, bucking his hips into Blitzo’s mouth. Feeling the need to grab Blitz and guide him. Hand wrapping and tightening around those beautiful horns to pull him closer to finish deep inside their throat. Legs staggering before Blitzo held his hips against the wall, keeping him standing. Teeth grit as he held him there. A moan spilling from his mouth, saliva sliding down his chin as his mouth fell slack. Biting his lip as he felt it subside. Finally releasing his grip, allowing his friend to pull away. Letting out a shuddered whimper as their tongue licked his tip once.

“Dirty~” Blitzo muttered, bringing him to the floor, to eye level.

Eyes lidded as he looked at the imp he heavily crushed on, shallow breaths in pants as they smirked, nodding slowly in agreement, “mhmm…”

Hands slithered down his body, spreading his legs apart slowly, teasingly. Their head leant down, tongue slithering out to lick the droplets that Blitz didn't get.

Vision dazed as he adorenly watched him. Their tongue licking their lips of cum, mouth opening wide for him to see that he had swallowed it all. Tail twitching both in excitement and overstimulation.

“I would love to fuck you senseless Fizz,” Blitzo muttered, bringing two fingers up to their mouth, spitting saliva onto them before snaking up his thighs, to his hole, prodding it, teasing him, “but this is most likely your first time doing anything like this, woulden’t want to make you out of this deal, would you?”

“A-and it isn't your first… time?” he shakily asked, bringing a hand to caress Blitzo’s cheek, a slight annoyance in his tone that they couldn't be each other's first.

Seeing a sly smirk plastered on Blitz’s face, told him everything he needed to know. Fingers slipping into him. Not exactly stretching him, but in a way that felt so pleasurable. The pain subsided as he was being fingerfucked through the stimulation. Fingers moved inside of him until his dick was fully hard again. Teeth clenched as the two fingers curled, before dropping open and moaning, head falling back.

Whimpering at the loss as Blitzo pulled away, shredding their own jeans off. Fully seeing the bulge, Blitz was hiding under the clothes. Suddenly rushing to press their bodies closer.

Blitzo pressed their hips together. Whimpering as the fabric that denied his contact with Blitz grinded their crotches together. Legs being hoisted up as Blitzo drew their hips back then forward, making sure to grind together. Relishing the quiet groans from his best friend. His own arms struggled to hold himself up as the pleasure became so much. Legs tightening as they let go, to reach their hands under his shirt, pinching at his buds before lifting it to suck and bite it. Moaning highly, it felt too good to not react.
Fully aware and feeling how hard they were pressing up against him. The clothing struggles to hide and hold Blitz. Wanting to feel him, eyes fluttering shut before opening with each movement. Only wanting to watch as he was being given pleasure.

Back scratching against the floor below as his body shook with each movement. He wanted more, wanting more than an amazing first blowjob. Wanted to be owned and loved by Blitz, mark him all over, more than dry humping, very pleasurable dry humping. He wanted more.

“Blitzo—!! Hah—Haa,” breathless gasps and moans as pleasure coursed through his body in waves, oh does he love Blitzo so much “it feels so good, plea-se!!!”

“Fuck– I hear y-you Fizz…” his friend hisses back, claws grabbing ahold of the base of his tail, pulling their hips back and forth in unison, “I f-fucking hear you Fizzarolli–”

He was in bliss. Pure bliss as Blitzo humped and grinded their hard ons together. Being so close in a way he always wanted to be to Blitz. This was better than his wildest fantasies, his wet dreams, felt even better to actually have it. Teeth grazed his body, then sank into his neck. Feeling as Blitzo sucked into his body. Drawing a small amount of blood. More quiet moans sounded as teeth sunk into his neck multiple times. Licking the bite mark as they pulled away. Movements not stalling as Blitzo leaned up, face to face, noses pressing together as they looked into each other's eyes.

“Blitz—” whimpering their name, his eyes lidded, one hand held their cheek, body shaking as the pleasure poisoned his body with each thrust, taking in a deep breath before pressing their lips together.

Deepening in the embrace as the spiked imp kissed him back. Eyes squeezing shut and brows furrowing to knit together. Could slightly taste the sour seed from himself in their mouth, with the mixture of saliva as his tongue explored. Tongue deep as he tried his best to bring them closer, grazing over the braces, before sinking deeper. Relying on memory, memory of grossing out to watching demons make out, always telling himself he would never. Allowing his instinct to guide him as moans left both mouths.

Their first kiss was even better than he ever imagined. Holding onto Blitz’s face to desperately keep him close.
Blitz first pulled away. Groaning against his lips as he met their thrusts by lifting his hips. Hand that held their face moved to the imp’s shoulder, trying his best to hold himself up. Tip leaking onto his stomach, with Blitzo leaking through their boxers.
Feeling as claws dug into his hips, pressing their hips together one last time. Cum spilling from him as he watched the imp he loved orgasm. Blitzo’s mouth opens with mixed saliva spilling from their lips, soaking their undergarments in their semen.

Sobbing Blitzo’s name one last time, tightening his grip and digging his claws into anything he could reach in the moment. Moans drawing from his mouth as he came down from his high. Panting heavily as his arms dropped to the floor, attempting to not fully collapse. Hands found each other to hold together, fingers intertwining as they both came down from their shared climax.

Shuddering out an overstimulated whine as Blitzo thrust their hips together once before leaning over. Soft kisses along his body, up his neck to his chin. Looking into his eyes, a hand resting on his face. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Leaning into the touch of the spiked imps hand on his cheek. Tongue teasingly licked their thumb, softly smiling as Blitz chuckled.

“You’re cute,” his friend murmured, making him blush a deep colour, looking away in embarrassment, “even after this, you still make me laugh~”

He looked back, rolling his eyes as Blitzo smirked at his reaction.

“Thank you… Blitz,” rasping out the words, he nuzzled his head into the others shoulder, purring as they rubbed his back.

This was all he needed this night. To be close to his best friend, his lifelong friend. After their first intimate night together. Sweat and tears stained his cheeks, with claw and teeth marks on his body.

Minutes pass by with them just close together, before Blitzo breaks the pants and tired breaths, “com’ on, let me clean you, Fizz.”

As he was being lifted, legs staggered, clinging onto his friend. Allowing them to pull his shirt off. Rubbing his sides, holding him up as they cleaned him. Blitzo wipes his seed and saliva off his body. Discarding plenty of tissues and old shirts. Soft laughter sounded from them both as Blitz made subtle jokes.

The spiked imp lifted his chin, wiping the makeup and tears from his cheeks. Watching Blitz’s working eyes, scanning over his face. The latter softly pressed a kiss on his snout before moving to grab a sweater.

Being set on Blitzo’s bed in an oversized sweater. Snuggling into said sweater as he watched his friend clean themselves. Throwing the wet boxers away, letting out a noise of disgust. More tissues being thrown away as they cleaned. Slipping on a new pair, with shorts and a big shirt.

Face warmed as Blitzo finally turned to him, their eyes making contact. Arms spread as they strutted over to him. Being scooped up into an embrace before falling back onto the bed.

Giggling as his friend teasingly licked at his chin, a finger gliding up and down from his tail bone up his spine.

As they settled, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of their lips. Blitzo turned to properly kiss him. Soft, tender, quick but loving. Loving is a weird way to put it he thought as he pulled away, faces still close as he looked at their lips then eyes.

“Pretty boy…” Blitzo murmured.

Slowly nodded, the sleepiness seeped through. Not fully registering the words as his eyes fluttered shut, struggling to keep them open as Blitzo wrapped his body in the warm blanket. Snuggling close to him. Sleep greeted him with open arms as the spiked imp hummed, rubbing his face comfortably.

First intimate night with Blitz, and he was prepared for more in the future.

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Tightening his collar, he looked over at the smaller imp. Watching as they applied makeup to their cheeks and eyes. Sitting up, he walked over. Setting his arms around the other, resting his head on theirs. Watching them through the vanity.

“Almost ready?” he asks, watching closely.

“Yes..” Fizz muttered, looking back at him through the mirror.

Smirking, he drew his hands under the collar. Brush dropping from the smaller imps hand, landing on the floor with a thud before leaning into the touch.

“Your fingers are cold idiot–”

Rubbing the base of their horns, he muttered an apology. Moving to press a kiss to their cheek. Softly smiling at the flushed expression.

“Shows in an hour, have anything in mind that we could do to pass time..?” humming, he looked back to the vanity.

Hands slowly made their way lower, watching for any signs of discomfort.

“I-I mean,” Fizz stuttered, shifting on the stool, “not… exactly…”

“What do you think of ruining that pretty makeup of yours~” his thumb wiped a smear of eye shadow, watching his work through the reflection.

“What if we’re late to the show?” the younger hissed, his own breath hitching at the way their claws dug into the wood of the mirror.

“Think the kiddies will notice if you’re… five-ten minutes late~?” palms snaked their way lower, adding pressure to Fizz’s half hard erection, “but, if you’re having doubts, we can always… stop.”

That seemed to catch Fizz’s attention. Lifting their hips into the contact, gasping at the sudden pressure. Sending clear signs that they didn't want to stop.

“B-but what about you?” looking in the mirror in a questioning state, he curled his hand, Fizz lifting their head to look back up at him ,“fuck— don't you t-think the kids will notice you arent th-there?”

“They barely notice when I am there..” he muttered, the other hand drawing Fizz’s face back to look in the mirror, “it's all about you… shows all about you~”

“It’s a du-duo show— Blitzo,” Fizz hisses, gasping as his fingers slipped under the bottom wear, curling around their cock, “me… a-and you— fuck…”

Pumping, he watches as his show partner falls apart under his touch. Tightening as Fizz moaned out encouraging words and whimpers.

“You love this don't you?” he asked, rubbing the tip with each upstroke.

“Fuck– Blitz…” the smaller imp lifted their hips, arms on either side of the seat, leaning back into his chest, “I fu-fucking love it—”

“You do…” tightening his grasp at each stroke, going at a pace that would make Fizz whine in desperation, watching his movements through the vanity, allowing the younger to use him to be stable.

“Blitz…”

Humming, he slowly got faster. Twisting and curling his hand. Fizz drew their head back into his shoulder. Eliciting a lewd moan, slick with saliva.

“You’re so loud… so… hot,” murmuring, he let his hand fall away, a whine leaving the younger imps lips, turning their head into his chin.

“Please– keep going Blitzo,” Fizz pants, crying out as he makes no move, “p-please.”

“If you want it so bad..” smirking as the imp mewls out a quick yes, “do it yourself.”

As he looks back in the mirror, he watches as their eyes squint open, making eye contact. Teeth bared as sweat dripped down their forehead. His own hands rubbing their hips in encouragement.

Cursing quietly as Fizz’s hands slid their show pants off, along with their boxers. Seemingly focusing on making a show. Biting his own lip as Fizz’s hand curled around their dick, slowly pumping. Small, quiet moans leaving their lips.

Leaning down, he pulled their faces together. Lips hungrily locked together, drawing muffled moans. Letting one eye open to look in the mirror. Fizz’s eyes shut tight, hand still moving at a quick pace. A string of saliva connects them as the younger pulls away. Breaking as their mouth opens to mutter words.

“I’m so cl-close—”

“Don't cum yet Fizzy..” nuzzling their heads together, hearing as Fizz let out a sob as his own hand rubbed their tip, stopping any way they could reach their climax.

“Blitzo–!! I need it… please–!”

“But I thought you didn't want to be late for your show~?” he whispers, growing more aroused as more wrecked sobs spill from their mouth.

Fizz’s other hand reached up to hold his neck, almost for support as they tried to lift their hips, “I do-don't care about that an-anymore— Hahhh~”

“Really?” humming he cupped their hand, stroking upward.

“Fuck!! Yes!!” Fizz cries, trying and failing to go faster, “please—!!”

Turning his head, he eyed the door, not slowing his hand down, then to the clock. Looking back in the vanity with a smirk. Gradually growing in pace until Fizz was moaning and crying in pleasure.

“Go on, make a mess of your suit..” he mutters, the younger imp’s hips keep forward, “I’ve got you..”

White liquid squirts out ropes after ropes as they climax. Hand pumping as he milks out every last drop, spilling down their hands. The younger's head falling back with mouth wide open in moans. As they come down from their high, Fizz looks at him through the mirror, tears threatening to fall from their eyes as they make eye contact. A tongue licking their lips of saliva. It definitely was a sight.

“I plan to show you a lot more clown~” he promises, lifting his own hand for the imp to see, making sure to let the mirror have a full view of him licking cum from his hand, forked tongue curling around each finger, “tonight though…”

Their tails curl into each other, spades nestling, Fizzarolli purring softly as they calm down.

“But atlas, you’ve still got the whole day ahead of you,” slowly moving in front of Fizz, he kneels down, picking up the brush, holding it up for them.

Fizz takes it with his clean hand, visibly gulping as he stays on his knees. Delicately taking their cum spilled hand, he curls his tongue around each digit.

“Should put your makeup back on Fizzy… Don't be distracted from what I’m doing…” leaning forward, he takes their dick into his mouth, a hand pressed against his shoulder, a breathless gasp leaving their lips.

“Too mu-much—” they cry, digging claws into his skin through the clothing.

As he lifts his head, he moves to their thighs, tongue licking and cleaning every drop. Allowing the imp to get their bearings back, letting out a deep breath before wiping tears that threatened to fall and smears of eye shadow. Tails found each other once again to curl, smiling as he lifted their hips to pull their clothing up.

Knocks sound at the door, making the two young imps jump, turning to the door, “shows in five!”

Fizzarolli quietly whines, looking back in the mirror in distress.

“Fizz-” standing up, he cups their cheek, forcing their eyes to make contact, “it's going to be fine, I promise. You don't have to get on for another ten or so minutes, shows starting in five, just a reminder..”

Nuzzling their heads together, he then allowed the younger to finish. Tightening the collars on both imps, settling in a seat beside his friend. Watching, admiring as they seemed to make it seem like they didn't just masturbate. Fizz leaning forward, getting a better look with their elbows on the table. Once finished, immediately looking his way. A smile rising on his face, leaning forward to place a small pec on their lips.

“Ready this time?”

The smaller imp nods quickly, letting their fingers intertwine before standing up. The two young imps walk to the door, bodies close as Fizz leads the way. Opening the door for them both.

“You two, you’re on in ten, don't forget,” a director calls to them, before walking up steps to the stage.

His best friend smiles, eagerly pulling him to the steps. Skipping steps even, being dragged along. Fizz had always been excited before shows, no different for this one. As they reached the top, Fizz turned to him. Watching as their eyes scanned the area before meeting theirs.

He knew he had a look that screamed ‘I fucking love you’, but he didn't care. Their lips pressed together once again, slow, and sloppy. Back pressed against the railing as his hands held that delicate waist. Fizz’s hands rubbing the back of his neck and cheek. Just as fast as it started, it ended, faces still close as both smiled.

“Yuck–” the familiar sound of his sister bumped him out of his thoughts.

A deep blush poisoned his face as he looked over. Barbie’s face was full of disgust. Rolling her eyes before giving him a wink.

“Here's my turn!” she exclaims, skipping up the steps to them, pulling the curtain open slightly, hearing as she takes a deep breath, “wish me luck!”

Watching as she runs out, only seeing the start of her jumping off the balcony before the curtain fell closed.

“What, why was she–” he mutters, tightening his grip.

“It's nothing..” Fizz whispers, pressing their noses together.

A look of uncertainty painted his face. Being torn away as they made eye contact, the soft eyes of Fizz melted him. Both knowing what they wanted, letting their thoughts win as their lips locked together. Not caring if someone caught them again.

Once they pulled away, their bodies pressed together. Hugging tightly, arms wrapped around each other. Occasionally a wave of air passing them every minute or so. Waiting for their turn for the next few minutes.

“Here's our turn..” hands held together, missing the warm body almost instantly as Fizz pulls away, “ready?”

Pausing, he rubbed the back of their hand with his thumb, “always.”

Fizz holds the curtain open, looking down, then back at him, “it's show time!”

-

Barbie runs to them, a laughter escaping her lips as she meets them

“Oh my gosh, I'm still so hyped!!” his sister calls out, tail swinging side to side.

“You did amazing Barb,” Fizz compliments, a smile spread cheek to cheek.

“And you guys! Blitzo, Fizz, you guys are~” his twin chuckles, tail twisting into a heart, “hm?”

His best friend released their grip. Letting his hand fall to the side. A small frown as he crossed his arms. Averting his gaze from his sister and Fizz.

“Barb–” his best friend hisses, an embarrassed tone sliced into their voice.

“I should leave you two lovebirds alone~” Barbie teases, walking past him, only to pull his horn down, causing him to stumble.

“BARB!!”

She laughs as she runs out of the tent.

“Fucking hell..” he growls, as he looks back at his friend, he suddenly remembers his promise from earlier that day.

A smirk spreads across his face, hand outstretched to pull their arm, pressing their bodies close, “remember what I said earlier? A certain… promise?”

Feeling as the younger shivered at his touch, leaning back into him.

“Why don't you go to your room and get yourself ready, hm?” he muttered, moving his hands to be set on their upper thighs, tongue licked over his lips, rolling his hips forward a few times experimentally into that curved ass.

Fizz, on the other hand, was quietly whimpering. Leaning into every movement.

As he pulled away, he pressed a kiss to their cheek, “off you go, I’ll meet you there..”

The younger shakily sighed, peeling away from his touch. Watching every movement until the curtain closed behind them. The sudden confidence left his body as he realised what was going to happen, he was really doing this with his crush, his best friend for as long as he could remember. Reminding himself that it meant nothing, Fizz doesn't like him back, so he should just give Fizzarolli the pleasure he wanted and go on with his days.

But before he met with his best friend, there were a few items he would need. There he searched, looking in places where he knew he would find the items he needed. Lifting the lid to the chest, he scanned the area behind him before taking things out.
Rummaging through his father’s things. Lips curling up into a smirk, taking out a condom. Reaching in for another, just in case.

Hopefully it's the right size, he thought to himself. Stuffing the objects into his pocket, he scanned over the items in the chest.

“Tsh, I know my fathers bad, but he really is that bad to not have lube..” lazily putting objects into the box, he then felt the sudden urge to wait a few minutes before heading out.

-

Nervously swallowing, he slowly opened the door. Gaze drawn to his best friend stripped to about nothing, only in a tight crop top, and shorts, sitting perfectly on their bed. Plump thighs, with their tail curled nicely around themselves. Clothes in a pile near
the bed. Taking his boots off quickly, setting it near the door.

Their head lifting, eyes meeting each other. Fizz’s eyes sparkling in the dim light. He was the most beautiful fucking thing he had ever seen.

Walking over, he lifted their chin, leaning in for a kiss. A kiss that asked if he was ready, a warmup kiss, something that could turn heated any moment. On que, he pressed forward, tongue asking for entrance, to which was given.

Soft moans and whimpers rose in sound as he picked up their hips, spreading their legs apart.

“F-Fizz…” his teeth grit, cupping Fizzarolli’s cheek with the palm of his hand, “you… want this?”

“I never wanted anything more…” the smaller imp murmured, slim body curved into his, pressing their bodies closer.

Suspender coming loose as his clothes were tugged on. Pressing the younger into the bed, settling between their legs. Straightening up, looking down at the flushed face of Fizz. A small smile curved his lips, hips thrusting forward onto the others as a distraction. Their neck strained as their head leaned back, mouth opening in a blissful moan.

Reaching into his pocket, he took both condoms out, setting both on the bedside table. A shaky exhale left his mouth as his hands undid his collar. Soft whimpers left his mouth as his hips rolled forward.

Breath hitching as he admired his childhood friend. Fingers curled into the satin sheets, mouth dropping open with every moan, eyes closed shut with their brows furrowed upward. Legs lifted off the bed to wrap around his waist, meeting each roll and thrust of his hips.

He wanted to shred him, make him scream and moan his name in both pleasure and pain. Wanting to fulfil his wildest fantasies.

Fizz reached their hands up, hooking each suspender from his shoulders. Watching that flushed face help unbutton his show suit. Cold fingertips and palms pressing against his newly exposed skin.

Leaning over, he slowly connected their lips. No rush, they had all night, all night that meant nothing to Fizz’s eyes. He didn't want to do this because of him, but oh did he want that. He wanted him, all of him, inside and out,

Sliding their last remaining pieces of clothing, he slicked his fingers in saliva, quickly pushing a finger into the tight space that was Fizz’s ass. This time, stretching him for a far more pleasurable experience. Adding another finger after a few seconds.

Soft murmurs and whimpers in an array of his name. Clinging and holding him.

Did it really feel that good? Sure he has bottomed before, but it wasn't like this, the people he had sex with didn't care who he was. Only grabbed him for a good time, to only throw him out after they are done with him. Sick degenerates who have a fetish for young demons. He would never want that for Fizz, not ever as long as they lived.

Being drawn away from his thoughts as Fizz dug their claws into his back. Groaning out in ecstasy.

“Blitzo–” trailing off into a whimper, cursing quietly, “I’m, so fuckin’ close– please Blitz..”

“I’m not stopping you,” wrapping his other hand around their shaft, he pumped, watching their back arch off up the bed, curling his fingers inside them as they came.

Ropes of thick, hot cum spilled onto his hands. A long, punched out moan left the smaller imps lips. Before biting down on their skin. Body falling back onto the bed, legs slightly slipping from being wrapped around his waist.

“You okay..?” he asked, lifting their chin to make eye contact, softly smiling as they nodded, “take a few minutes to rest, okay?”

Moving his fingers out, he worriedly glanced up at their face when they whimpered. Taking a deep breath, he reached over for a few napkins. Wiping over the younger imps belly before cleaning both of his hands, sliding between each finger. Tossing it on the floor somewhere.

Untucking his blouse from his show pants. Eyes being drawn to Fizz curling up into a ball, hugging themselves.

“...Fizz?” murmuring, he let his hand reach for theirs.

“I’m okay..” his best friend replied quickly, eyes lidding.

Sighing, he let himself get comfortable on the bed. Knees tucked under himself into the expensive, soft sheets of Fizz’s bed. Knowing the only reason why Fizz does have this, everything they want, was given to him. Only to keep him in the circus, but he knew Fizz didn't care for these. He loved the circus, it brought Fizz joy, but maybe in ten or so years, that would change.

“You… still wanna do this?” asking once again, watching closely as their eyes slowly opened, “because, you don't have to–”

The smaller imp sat up, tail curling around themselves, “I want to do this, but… do you want this?”

That caught him off guard, mouth opening to talk, but closing as he didn't know what to say. Looking away, of course he did, he loved Fizzarolli, he would do anything for them, please them, moan for them, anything.

“We can always stop, you can always… stop,” his friend murmured, shifting closer on the bed to him, lifting their gaze to look at him, “you don't have to feel pressured to have… sex with me, because I asked for this relationship..”

“It's not that–” he cut in, there were so many things he wanted to say, that he loved him, “I just… I.”

“I–” looking into their eyes, he caressed their cheek, letting out a breath as they leaned into the touch, “-don't want to mess this up”

Fizz pressed their lips together, tender, needy, reassuring him, “nothing could mess this up, it's us, tonight, just please… please don't let your thoughts get to your head… in a bad way.”

His heart fluttered at the little giggle at the end of that sentence. A small chuckle escaped his mouth as well, pressing their foreheads together. Kissing their cheek before nibbling down to their neck, sinking his teeth into the skin, licking the bite mark before finding another place to bite on.

Soaking up the needy whimpers and moans, he trailed his hands down their slim, feminine body. It felt like a dream, he really had him, under his touch.

“Can you fucking breathe in that?” chuckling, he gestured to the top, now noticing how tight it was as his fingers tried slipping under the hem.

“I-Its fine..”

“You sure?” worrying as their breath became heavy at the sudden question.

“I said—” Fizz hissed at first, before taking a deep inhale and exhale, “it's fine Blitzo, I’m fine..”

“Right..” murmuring, he focusing on himself, unbuttoning his pants, pulling over each leg, settling back on his knees as he threw the clothes to the floor, a shaky breath leaving his mouth once more.

He was much more nervous, the last time he had ever felt that nervous, was his first time. But this time, was his first time with someone he actually wanted. Someone he loved, and all he wanted was to tell that someone, spill his heart to him.

“Blitz–” his name being spoken broke him from his thoughts, immediately meeting their gaze.

“You’re… you’ve been…” the smaller imps starts, being cut off as he hungerily locks their mouths together.

Distracting, his goal was to please them. Give them everything. Muffled moans brought him life. Tongues fighting for dominance, only for Fizz to give in, digging their fingertips into his back to sure enough draw blood.

Chasing their lips as Fizz pulls away, only for them to mutter his name in an array of tones, high, low, moans, whimpers, anything.

Heavily breathing as he took his boxers off, releasing his hard erection, begging to be touched, begging to feel anything. Catching the smaller imp staring, mouth watering slightly. Smirking as he leans back, on full display for Fizzarolli to see. Settling on the soft mattress, legs splayed out in front of him. Eyes narrowing as the other moved to him, leaning their head down.

“You, don't have to Fizz,” breath taken away as a tongue swiped from the base of his dick to the tip, a small groan leaving his mouth, head drawing back, one little movement and he was in shambles.

“Fuck Fizz—” groaning their name, which encouraged them to wrapped their mouth around the head, a moan sending vibrations down to his groin.

Refusing to let him lose control and buck his hips into that tight space that was Fizz’s mouth. Eyes lidding, short heavy breaths. The feeling was heavenly, not the noises leaving his lips. Biting his lip desperately as Fizz gagged around him when they lowered their head down more. Own hand sliding up to their cheek, curling around one of their mismatched horns. Experimentally pull their head up, and then back down. A small groan sounded as Fizz let him guide them. Lifting his hips to meet their movements, making sure to not fully let their mouth engulf the full erection. The smaller imps head turning, like going in a passionate kiss, giving him full view of that tongue wrapping around the shaft.

Pool of arousal quickly formed in his body, pulling the younger off.

“I ca-can't finish before giving you the r-real show… Fizz–” shakily saying, gently holding their body, pulling them closer so they were face to face.

The smaller imp whimpered, closing their eyes, “I want it so bad Blitz..”

“I know you do..” softly replying, contemplating what position would give Fizzarolli the best experience for their ‘first’ time, “want to ride me? Would give you a little more control..”

“S-sure.”

Crawling over to the pillows, he first reaches over to the table. Grabbing one of the condoms, biting it open. Sneaking a look at his best friend, their curious eyes watching his movements. Throwing the wrapper away, he slicked the plastic on his dick, pumping a few times before looking at the latter.

They were biting their own nail, worrying that something was wrong.

“So… do I just–”

Nodding, he gestured for them to come closer, almost straggling his lap, “just say something if anything is wrong, okay?”

“Of course.”

With that, he laid on his back, getting comfortable. Holding onto their hips, rubbing soothingly.

He looked so pretty above him, blushing face looking back down at him. Mouth dropping open as they slowly lowered themselves onto his cock. Stilling their hips when he was a thirds in, allowing the younger imp to get used to his size. Subtle hint of sweat sliding down their face, eyes closing.

Pleasurable pain on his stomach as Fizz’s claws dug into the skin. Lowering more until their hips were flush together. Both imps inhaling and exhaling.

“Blitzo–”

Humming in response, he guided their hips to lift up then drop back down. The movement causes both demons to curse under their breath. Soon in rhythm, drawing louder moans with each drop from Fizz.

Looking closely for any signs of discomfort, feeling his heart beat faster as tears pricked the corners of their eyes. Digging his fingertips into their hips, stopping their movements.

“Blitz, don't s-stop, please–” the smaller imp begged, wrapping their tails together, eliciting a cry, trying but failing to move.

“Are you okay?” quickly asking, about to lean up before being pushed down by their hand on his face, said hand moving to his shoulder to hold him down on the mattress.

“Stop as-asking me that, just please– it feels too good to stop,” Fizz whimpers, the tears sliding down their round cheeks, resorting to grinding down on him, a long drawn out moan leaving their lips.

“You’re crying, please say the safe word and we can stop,” sure he has seen his best friend cry before, he hated seeing him so vulnerable, but this was different, he wasn't sure if it was from the pain, or the pleasure.

With no response, he couldn't help watching that expression turn from annoyance to pure pleasure. Taking his chance, lifting the imp up, thrust up into him as he lowered them. They were so tight, unbelievably tight. Warm space as he sunk deeper.

“Fizz– you feel so, hrmm,” breathless gasps as he finally let the shorter imp move by themselves, to which they moved at a fast pace.

“B-Blitzo… please,” their pace became sloppy, uneven, head dropped lower, nonstop moans leaving their mouth, “tell me, please fu-fucking tell me!”

Unsure what they meant, he pulled their body down, groaning as he threw his head back, cursing aloud, “tell you wh-what?”

“How it feels—ngh—please Blitz,” Fizzarolli mewls, digging and releasing their claws from his shoulder and belly.

“You feel so good Fizz, tight, and fucking warm–” reaching for their tail, he pulls it, noticing their face contort in pleasure, lip quivering as he plays with it, smirking, “so pretty, you’re so fucking pretty Fizzarolli.”

Other hand curled around their dick, stroking upwards then back down, in line with the drop of their hips. Drawing more noises that he adored. Could only imagine the amount of stimulation the imp was feeling now that he discovered their sensitive tail.

Tears spilled down their face, ruining their makeup, dulling the colour. Murmuring curses through their clenched teeth. More higher moans as his cock dragged over their prostate.

Hips pressing together one last time as Fizz climaxed. All sorts of noises left their mouth as cum painted his stomach. He could probably see them reach their high so many times and not get bored, it was so new each time. Their face turned to pleasure because of him. Being able to make such noises leave their mouth.

The sight sending him over, finishing into the condom, feeling the liquid gush out of him, groaning out in ecstasy.

Both imps finally settled after a minute, heavy breaths. Fizzarolli was the first to move, leaning down towards him, tightly wrapping his arms around them. Neither exchanged words, there was no need to. Younger imps arms loosening as their breath became slower, seemingly asleep.

Humming, slicking out of them. Peeling away from their arms before rolling to the side, swinging his legs over the edge. Sighing as he took the condom off, careful to not spill any as he tied it up, throwing it in the bin nearby.

Picking up his clothing, sliding his legs in the holes, not bothering to pull each suspender over his shoulder, let it dangle off each side of his legs. Buttoning a few buttons on his shirt. As he cleaned, he would always look at the smaller imp when they stirred. Sitting back on the bed, reaching over to wipe sweat from their forehead.

“Fizz?” with no response, taking that as a sign that they were fine, fine without him, “Fizz I, fuck… what am I doing..”

Pressing a soft kiss to their cheek, he slowly moved the comforter over their small body. Dim, ambient light of the greed ring allowing him to see anything he missed. Picking up the condom he didn't use from the bedside table, doing another round of cleaning and picking up clothing, and wrappers. Putting it in their respective places. Walking to the door, sliding his boots on, looking back at the sleeping imp.

“Goodnight… Fizz.”

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“Would you like to… go out on a date…?”

“ah, no” 

Barbie snickers, watching his faltering expression, falling back on his bed. Slapping her knee in a comedic way.

“That's not helping!!” groaning, the imp sits down, bringing their hands to his face, “you think he is going to say no?” 

“Of course not!” she replies in a chuckle, laying on his bed, making eye contact with him, “I’d be surprised if he said no.” 

“If he said yes, that would mean something… right?” 

“No, it means he hates your guts and never wants to see you again…” Barb hisses, then rolls her eyes, “of course it will Fizz, people just don't go on dates just to hang out, it's called a ‘date’, for a reason.” 

“Right..” nodding, laying down on the bed next to her, sighing, “I guess I’m just nervous.”

She leans up, rolling over to rest on her elbows, looking down at him, “hey, it's fine to be nervous, this is your crush to be fair Fizz.” 

“You guys held hands, kissed, cuddled,” sticking up a finger for each action, “done intimate things which I’m not going to name, gone to a Mammon concert which is basically a date, slept in the same bed together, shared clothing, and basically together all the time, oh look, I’m out of fingers, you guys are practically already dating.” 

“Right..” poking at her cheek as he sits up, “the hell do you know that stuff?” 

“You and your big mouth,” she jokingly nudged him, “wanna go get a drink? 

“And where would we get it?” freezing for a second, watching her jump onto the floor, “wait, me and my big mouth?” 

Barbie skips to the door, giggling as she leaves his trailer, calling to him, “you coming or what?” 

Quickly following her lead, struggling to follow her long struts. It was like she was teasing him. 

“Slow ass.” 

“Not everyone was born half succubus with genes that make you tall as fuck,” he hisses back, crossing his arms.

“No wonder you’ve fallen for Blitzo of all demons,” she twists around, swaying her hips in a playful manner, sticking her tongue out, “who would've thought, the amazing Fizzarolli of a beat down circus, falling for a imp who looks like a toad.” 

Feeling as his face got warm, looking away. Walking past her, only looking where he was going once Barbie was out of his view. To only gasp as his tail was tugged on. Blush spread across his face as Barbie pulled him closer to her. Only now realising that it was her. Legs become weak as he struggles to move. 

“Barb–!!” trying to hide his face as his tail was handled.

Then they made eye contact, her red eyes widened, “Fizz–” 

Her grasp seemingly loosened, quickly pulling it away, wrapping it around his legs, “are you sensitive?!” 

Looking away as he rubbed his cheek, muttering a quick no. Blush deepening in color as she laughed.

“I mean– I had j-just learned recently–” stammering, he tries to avoid her gaze once more, cowering in his own arms.

“Ew, barf,” Barbie growls, “new subject–” 

As they reach the main entrance, Barb turns to him once more, “I need you to distract dad for a minute or two, Blitzo isn't here to do the dirty work so I will need to sneak in to get the drinks myself, got it?” 

“Sure, don't be dumb and fall over like Blitz almost did last time,” growling back, crossing his arms at the absurdity of that moment, remembering having to bring Cash's focus back to him as boxes fell. 

“Psh- Me? The lead acrobat?” she reminds him, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze, chuckling to the end of her sentence, “I can handle it.” 

Turning away to roll his eyes, “just be quick with it, will ya?” 

She nods, following quickly behind her into the main room. His gaze finding Cash immediately, Readjusting his collar, he struts over to the twins father. 

“Fizzarolli!” the cracky, slightly slurred voice of Cash called out to him, announcing his presence to the room. 

Biting his lip, he slowly waved to the older imp. 

“Where have you been? I haven't seen you all week!” they exclaimed with a chuckle, patting his shoulder, the musky smell of booze strong. 

“Heh, you had just seen me… this morning,” he recalls, peeling away from their touch, watching as the cogs in their brain turned before letting out an annoyed noise. 

Their hand grabbed his upper arm, pulling him more to the center. Almost stumbling before catching himself on a table when they roughly pushed him. Rubbing his arm. 

“You're-really need to work on your figure Fizzarolli,” Cash snorts, patting his shoulder.

Nodding slowly, rubbing his upper arm. 

“Sheesh, gentle with him wont ya dad?” Barbie butt in, winking at him, “don't want him being crippled during the show this weekend? Already doing so much work every night.” 

Rolling his eyes, slowly moving behind Barb, watching as she pulls out a bottle, making a teasing motion before handing it to her father. 

“Oh look at the time, I should get going,” her tail whisks behind her, spinning on her heel, gazes at each other, before leaving the main tent. 

“You good?” nodding, he looks around, “any place you want to go? Oh– and here.” 

She trails off to the tent entrance, moving a curtain to the side, handing him two bottles of liquor. 

“The barn? Easy place to find us if Blitzo comes looking for us,” he mutters.

-

“Blitz is probably off fucking some random big tit bitch,” Barbie hums, tapping the bottle against the wooden floor, “y’know, saw him eyeing a succubi earlier.” 

She must’ve noticed him tense up, teasingly grinning, “what? Jealous he’s fucking someone else?” 

“No! He can fuck anyone else, it doesn't mean… anything to me, okay?” 

“Okay short stuff,” she says before taking a swig of her drink, “why aren't you drinking much? You wanna ask him out or nah?” 

“I want to be somewhat sober when I do… If I do,” he murmurs, leaning against the wooden post, tip of his tail twitching side to side as it hangs off the edge. 

“Come here,” she extends her hand out, waiting for him to take it before shuffling closer to him, her legs crossing together, digging in her bag, taking out nail polish, working on his fingers.

“Wouldn't be the first time I backed out,” he informed, feeling the soft but cold brush along the tips of his fingers, looking over at her bag, humming, “do you have any cigs?”

“Never knew you smoked?” she muttered back, handing her bag to him, resuming painting his tips.

“Blitz had some and we tried it,” using his free hand, he searched her bag, letting out a satisfied hum, pulling out the pack, finding the lighter inside the little box.

Planting one of the cigs in his mouth, trying his best to not disturb Barbie as he lit it. Inhaling the smoke before blowing it out. Cursing lowly as the gas filled his lungs. 

The two imps sit on the wooden ledge in silence. Minutes pass and she switches to his other hand. Taking a few sips after each finger. Blowing at the tips of his fingers on his other hand. Tapping the end of the bud against the wood, ash falling through the cracks of the planks. Scrunching it up, tossing it down below. Humming as she finishes up.

Waving both of his hands up and down, he notices her looking at him, “W-what?” 

“So?” 

Giving her a confused look, watching as she looks him up and down.

“You gonna do it?” 

“I’m… not sure,” muttering back, “what if he says no? What if things change?”

“No chance in all of the seven rings of hell he’ll say no, you guys have been friends for what? Your whole life? That's like, seventeen years worth of spending time with each other's asses,” Barbie says, taking a swig of her drink, “Blitz and I are turning eighteen soon, and he hasn't had a single date… ever! Think you should be his first?”

“Ever?” surprised, he perks up.

“Ever,” her voice deepens before smirking, “comn, drink the rest of this bottle and have a little fun!” 

His smile brightens, their bottles click together, “okay! I’ll do it.” 

“There you go!” she pokes his snout, chuckling, “I'll be there if you want me to.” 

-

“Gosh I feel like shit—” he hangs over the railing, the sickening feeling ruins his taste, “how am I going to do this now?!” 

Looking off to the side, the green sky grows darker with each passing minute. Taking his phone out, scrolling through his contact list, stopping at Blitzo’s name. Finger hovering over it. shivers crawl down his spine as he calls them, bringing the phone up to his face. 

Resting his elbows on the metal, waiting, listening to hear Blitz’s voice. 

“Hey B– I wanted to… talk?” 

“Yeah, of course, what do you need?” Blitzo hums back.

Looking behind himself at the barn, leaning back against the railing, “I’m at the barn, better if we talked in person? Round back.” 

“Want me to stay on the line? You sound– not right..” their voice quiets to the end, not picking up what they had said.

“Yeah, that’d be nice Blitz..”  

Neither talked, only the occasional squeaks of queefs from Blitzo’s end. Hearing steps behind him, he ends the call before turning around. His friend half waves at him before walking up to his side. 

“What’s got you up so late that you needed me to come to you?” they chuckle.

Looking up at them, searching their gaze. Fairy lights being turned on unevenly behind them. The barn, the red and white tents. 

“I–” cupping his own hands, letting out a nervous breath, “I wanted to ask, if maybe– you wanted to go out sometime?” 

“Like, a date?” 

“You and I, for fun–” using finger guns to try to break the sudden tension, “nothing fancy, I just want to hang out… with you.” 

“We hang out, almost every night,” Blitzo winks, causing him to blush and look away, “but— I guess we could, and when would this… date be happening?”

He hadn't thought that far ahead, not really expecting Blitz to actually agree, “in a couple days? Maybe this weekend?” 

“That works,” they hum, Blitz then leans down to press a small kiss to his cheek, “you smell of cigarettes..”

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“Huh, Gluttony, never thought you would ever come here? Or even find this place interesting.” 

“Hey, what can I say, you said so many good things about this ring when you and Barbie went here,” he snickers, adjusting his coat, “I’ve always wanted to see what it had..” 

“Pretty plants, amazing beelzejuice, parties day and night, yep, best ring out there almost.”  

“Almost huh? Prefer Greed over this place?” poking at their cheek, knowing full well Blitzo wanted to get out of that ring as soon as possible and take any chance of visiting any other ring.

“Look Fizz, Lust seems cool, but it rains all the time? Ehh, Envy is full of demons who hate imps, psh, they’re just jealous we bring life to these rings,” Blitz informs with a sneer, swishing their drink in their hand before taking a sip, “Pride I think, would be the best, there's sinners, from earth! Wouldn't that be awesome? Seeing real souls from earth?!” 

“I guess that would be cool..” bringing the cup to his mouth, sticking his tongue out before holding the cup out upside down to let the droplets slip down the cup down into his mouth, licking his lips before setting the glass down, “y’know, there's a Mammon concert coming up in Lust.” 

“Uh huh?” his best friend hums, their tone shifting from excited to neutral in seconds, leaning against their seat, “where are you leading this to?”

“I was wondering… if maybe you would want to go?” moving the straw in circles in the glass, “...if we go together?”

“We go everywhere together,” they say, tapping their cup on the table, “didn't we go to one before?” 

  “Yea, and that was two, three years ago,” he retorts, scooting his chair closer, he notices them slightly jump at the sudden movement, “it's in Lust, Im sure the sin of that ring wouldn't allow some concert to only be an ad place, I even think he would be there?” 

“Big cock up on stage with the money obsessed lunatic?” the taller imp chuckles, “would be a sight too good to be true.”

“I could always go by myself..” hoping Blitzo would protest, but realising he knew fully well that they would protest. 

“To Lust… by yourself? Funny joke Fizz,” Blitzo rolls their eyes, giving him an unamused look.

“Cmon B… it will be fun, even if Mammon advertises things again,” cupping their hand into his own, smiling as they tighten the grip, “everywhere we go together is fun, and memorable.”

“Uh huh, name one memorable thing in the past years.”

“Only one?” poking at his own chin as if he was having a hard time thinking of an occasion, smiling as he turned to them. 

“When I was like six, you were eight at the time, you went out with that weird prince…guy…” he watches as their gaze turns away from his, holding their hands more tightly so they couldn't pull them away, “you came back with jewels, money, the most I had ever seen in my life.” 

“Right, and what about that was ‘memorable’.” 

“You told me how much fun it was!! Remember? You looked so happy, I loved hearing you tell me what happened!!” he could remember clearly, their giddy giggles, not being able to stand in one place for a long period of time, “I would’ve loved to meet him..”

“Yeah– Sometime, him and I will magically meet and you can meet him, a fucking joke,” Blitzo scowls, waving over at a waitress walking by, before pointing at the empty drinks before resuming talking to him, “why would you want to meet a demon royalty, nevermind, don't answer that question.”

Nodding in triumph, smiling at the female hellhound as she handed them their drinks. The glass beehive shaped like from those cartoons, see through into the sparkling yellow, orange drink. Honeycomb on the side. Dragging in a sip before looking up. 

“So! Whaddya think?” 

“Sure? And I'm assuming I have to pay for the tickets?” 

“Nonono, you don't have to Blitz, I’ll do it this time, my little treat!” 

“If it saves me money,” they mutter, gulping down the rest of their drink before setting the glass down with a clink, “when even is this… ‘concert’” 

“In a couple weeks I think,” pulling out his phone from his pocket, eyes catching glimpse of the time, heart racing as he realised the time, “oh fuck, its getting late–” 

“It's fine, Greed is an hour behind Gluttony, we’ll be fine, you haven't gotten back to Greed late before?” Blitzo teases, grabbing ahold of his wrist, guiding him over to the sofas near the edge of the balcony, looking over the party happening below, “chill and enjoy this place!! Maybe the only time you see it.” 

Watching as Blitz plopped down onto the couch, resting their legs on the low table in front. Their tongue sticking out to him. Rolling his eyes before sitting down beside. Hesitating as he leaned closer, huffing out a breath as they wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. 

A imp below calling up at them, to which his best friend waves back, snickering after. 

“I have no fucking idea who that is,” Blitzo turns to him, the hand on his hip rubbing small cricles, sending shivers up and down his pine, “Gosh… beelzejuice is something else Fizz…” 

Humming in agreement, leaning more into the other imp. Checking his phone once more before setting it aside. Blitzo slowly rearranged their spot so he could lie on their chest. Finding the new spot more comfortable as he leaned against Blitz, listening to their heartbeat. 

“Blitz… have you ever thought of getting married? In the future?” muttering the question, he traced his finger along their jaw, before cupping their cheek.

“Not really, have you?” 

“Yes, I have, that's why I'm asking the question, dumbass..” 

“Psh, why would you want to get married… you can announce who you are fucking without having a giant party with a partner,” the taller imp mutters, rubbing his back in small, soothing circles. 

“The idea of it, of actually belonging to someone B,” sitting up, he cradled their lap, stretching his back as well as his arms before looking down, “wouldn't that be amazing? A ring on your finger, the feeling of finding the one that you would want to spend the rest of your life with.”

He could see the spikes slightly prick up along their back and head, smirking at the reaction, “so you do want to feel that!!” 

“No!! I’m just… confused, why bring it up? On our date..?” Blitz’s voice trails off towards the end, almost in a whisper, their hands grip his waist, adjusting their own pose.

Picking at his nail, he looked away, the music of the club began to echo as he thought of something, “it's nice to be able to talk to someone about this y’know? Even though we tell each other everything, I wanted to know your thoughts on marriage as well.”
Letting out a breath, he finally looks back, to find Blitzo hadn't broken their gaze from him. A faint heat blew on his cheeks, digging his fingers into his own arm.

“You wanna know what I think?” they hum, tracing their hand up his body to his face, “I think it's dumb, but if it means so much to you, I don't really have a say in it Fizz.” 

Slightly jumping as they sat up, bringing him closer so that their chests were touching. To feel them nuzzle into his shoulder. Smiling a toothy grin as he hugs back, 

“You’re so pretty Fizz…” they mumble, moving to bump their foreheads together, heart tattoos against each other. 

“You think I'm pretty?”
“Very,” the older imp brushed their lips together before connecting with a hum, brushing their large hands around to the back of his head to his neck. 

His eyes close as he melts into their touch, turning his head to the side to try to deepen the kiss as he slides his arms under theirs and around their back. Tasting the strong drink of beelzejuice in their mouth whenever their tongues met each other. Edging them so that their lower back hit the arm ledge. Pulling away from their lips with saliva connecting their mouths. 

Not even noticing as another server set more drinks on the table. Too busy with the imp he loves. Licking his lips before peckering more soft kisses on Blitzo’s lips, cheeks, trailing down their neck but not going any further. Curling his hands into their shirt, smiling, purring as their heads bumped together. 

“You know Fizz? I think this concert will be memorable…” they said, both looked over at the tabletop, Blitz being the first to grab it, grabbing the straw from his drink and putting it in theirs. 

Blitzo holding it up for both of them. Taking the straw into his mouth, his best friend mimicked their movements. Drinking from the same cup, looking into each other's eyes. A slight smirk to his lips as he pulled off the plastic tube, tongue slowly dragging off of the tip before pulling away, confidently making eye contact with his date.
“You’re so fucking lucky we’re in a public space Fizzie…” Blitzo growls under their breath.

“You said you know this place like the back of your hand, right?” he snickers, tracing his finger in circles on their chest, leaning forward to whisper in their ear, dragging on each word, batting his eyelashes and to search for their reaction, “surely there's a spot, quiet? Confined, hm?” 

“Fizz–” one of their hands trailed up his body as the other set the glass down, a muffled noise came out of his mouth as they stuffed the honeycomb into his lips, staring down at them before breaking into a fit of giggles, slowly chewing at the sweet nectar, “you suck you know that?!” 

As he swallowed, he leant down to stifle his laughter in their shoulder, feeling as he shed a tear, sniffing as he pressed their cheeks together. Looking back at the drinks that were set side by side. 

“Those h-honeycomb taste so f-fucking good Blitzo,” stammering out a response as his laughter settled down.

Blitz wiped his cheek, a soft laughter sounded as they leaned over to grab the other one. Right before they put it in their mouth, he caught one edge with his teeth. Chewing off a piece before letting them resume. Hearing a soft mmh, as they planted the comb in their mouth. 

“You’re right Fizz,” they muttered, mouth full. 

Backing away in disgust, palm against their chest, making a gagging expression, “you’re so gross Blitzo–!” 

Settling, hanging his arms over their shoulders, barely hearing as they asked him something.

“You wanna go home now? Fizz?” 

“In a minute…” his words came out in a yawn, leaning up to press another kiss on their lips, closing his eyes, smiling up at the other, readjusting their pose so that Blitzo’s legs held his, their arms around his body while his arms were around theirs. 

“Just let me know..” 

“Hello you two, are you feeling well this evening?” a female voice said next to them. 

Blitzo answered for both of them, “yeah, we’re fine.”

“That's good, you two need anything? Drinks, food?” she asked, cracking his own eyes open, seeing as she grabbed the cups from the table, their hands looked soft, gentle as she picked up the glass, making almost no sound as the cups were lifted. 

“I think we’re good for the evening thanks,” his friend responds, rubbing their hands up and down his back. 

“Safe travels back to whatever ring you are from,” her voice was sweet as she quietly moved away.

-

He leaned against the taller imp, eyes barely keeping open as the doors to the giant elevator closed, humming softly. Purring, belly twisting as the lift slowly moved upward. Attempting to not fall asleep, but that being hard as Blitzo’s arms hugged him tightly.
“Try to rest Fizzie, this rides gonna be awhile, it's not heading straight to Greed yet…”

“A-and you’ll be here?”

“I’m not leaving you Fizz, I would never..” Blitzo hums, a kiss softly pressed against his cheek, smiling at the feeling, letting his eyes fully close, the curtains opening for sleep to welcome him. 

If only he stayed awake for the next few seconds, he would’ve heard the words he had been dreaming of saying for the longest time of his life. 

-

It had been a few days since their quote on quote, “date”. Was their date normal? Did people usually make out, drink cups upon cups of alcohol, tease each other with sex? Fuck, maybe that is what people do on dates? 

Looking up, holding up two fingers, “just two please.” 

These are gonna puncture a hole in his money as he slid his card. After paying, he was given his tickets. Stepping off to the side to take out his phone, popping open the case to set the tickets inside for safe keeping, slipping his card inside of it as well. 

Going through his call list, calling a friend of Barbies, to which he had met a few times. Tapping the tip of his foot against the pavement as he looked around.

“Hey, can I get a ride?” he asks softly, turning around to look up at the big building, the place where Mammon would host their concerts, their clown pageants, “I'm at Mammons stadium… thanks.” 

Ending the call with a click, he then opens sinstagram. Scrolling through stories. Opening Barbies, seeing a picture of her, Blitzo, and their mother. Captioned; hanging with ma after finally getting away from dad. Barbie held up a middle finger with her tongue out while Blitzo mimicked her. Both of their free arms around their mother. Smiling before giving it a like. 

Looking up as he heard a honk. Damn that was fast, he thought, waving as he opened the door.

“Sorry for taking a bit, heavy traffic here y’know?” the other demon said.

“It's fine, didn't seem long for me–” sitting down, he buckles himself up, adjusting the strap, letting out a breath, “thanks for picking me up Varien.” 

“Anytime!”  they replied cheerfully, driving forth, “you heading home?” 

Nodding, he looked out the window.

“Didn't you think you would be out in Greed alone? Famous… cute ass like you could get snatched up haha,” Varien chuckles, pausing after that, “sorry Fizz, woulda guessed you liked being complimented?” 

“Eh? It's fine, really! Guess I'm just tired..” 

“So… I thought your boyfriend would be with you? If I'm right about that,” he mutters, handing him a pack of gum, smiling as he takes it.

“No no, we aren't like that, it's… complicated V,” popping two pieces into his mouth, sighing as the minty taste filled his mouth, letting out a breath. 

His driver doesn't say anything, awaiting his next word, “it's just, him and I have been best friends for sixteen, fifteen years of my life, I l-love him dearly, I'm just so scared he doesn't share these feelings with me..” 

As they stop at a redlight, Varien turns to him, giving him a questioning look.

“For the last few months, he and I have been in this relationship…” wondering if he should tell this guy he barely knows, letting out a deep breath, biting his lip, “I’m sorry, for just dumping this on you—” 

“It's fine Fizz, you always need someone to talk to every once in a while,” Varien hums, turning back to the wheel.

He smiles, not some fake smile, a smile he would make to someone he likes, “we’ve been doing, some sex… based relationship, the past few weeks, and well, we’ve only done it once… IF we aren't talking about, other… stuff.” 

Varien hums, listening to his words, “any reason why?”

“I think I'm just scared…” 

“Why would you be scared? You love this guy right? What's different about your guys first time, then the possible next time?” 

“I… I had more control the first time, w-what if he wasn't as gentle, what if he’s rough..?” Does he think that? 

“Maybe… if you tell him that, he would? From what you have told me, you are new to this. I’ve met the guy a couple times, he seems nice? I don't think something as small as asking him to be gentle would fuck it up?” Varien playfully nudges him, “hey, maybe I could teach you a thing or two, haha” 

Snickering, he blushes and turns away, looking out the window to find that they had arrived. 

Varien parks their car, turning towards him, “well? Make sure to talk to him, I’m just a phone call away if you need me, alright?” 

“Sure thing..” opening the door, he slowly steps out, as he closes it, the window screens down.

“And hey, get some rest okay? You look like shit.” 

Nodding, smiling as they nod back, “thank you, V.” 

Watching as they drive away. Looking after the car before focusing on himself. Holding up his phone and looking at the back of it, sighing in relief as the tickets were still in it. 

“Look who finally shows up, and with Varien of all demons!!” Barbie chuckles behind him. 

Heart jumping before turning to face her, “Barb! You scared the living shit out of me, and oh, uh, I had just needed a ride…” 

“Of course, hey, if that guy sends me a text later, it's on you!!” she laughs out, beckoning him to follow, “where were you where you didn't want to take a transit?” 

“All the way at the fucking stadium,” using a motion with his hands, “I’m just glad I’m back.” 

“Oh Fizz— Oh whenever is he gonna get back,” she cries, dragging on every other word, then her phone beeps, her eye catching his, “oh you better not–” 

“I'm sure it's nothing Barb, he’s prolly trying to get me to rest…” 

She hums as she reads the text, making a ding ding ding, as if he won a game show, “well, I think that's your queue huh?” 

As she escorts him to his trailer, to the back of the circus grounds, making small talk. Stepping up the stairs, he punches in the code, turning back to her with a smile. 

“Send Blitz my way if you see him again?” 

“Will do, get some sleep, kay Fizz? Goodnight,” Barbie says, whisking her tail as a final goodbye before leaving. 

Opening the door, he flicks the light on, dimming it before setting his phone on the counter. Closing it behind himself, locking it and sighing deeply. Kicking his shoes off to the side, and taking off his coat. 

“Fuck its cold…” murmuring aloud.

“We could always heat it up.” 

Darting his eyes towards the voice, “Blitz?!” 

“Never thought you would ever show up!” Blitzo chuckles, jumping from his bed and walking over, arms wrapping around his waist to pick him up, giving him a tight hug. 

“Maybe warn me next time you’re gonna sneak into my trailer?!” 

“Ouhh, but you love when I come in here, always ends with a cuddle sesh,” Blitz hums, carrying him over to his bed and setting him down.

“Right– there was actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” as he leans back against the wall, making room for his best friend to sit down.

Their hands rub his hips, making their way up to his cheeks, bringing him forth for a small kiss. 

“Blitzo– I’m…” leaning into their touch, moving so that their could bump their heads together, “I’m scared–” 

“What– why Fizz? Is there someone else making you feel unsafe? I-is there somethin–” 

“I’m scared to have sex– Blitzo,” he finally says, that seems to make them pause.

“With me? Was there something I did?” Blitzo quickly says, seemingly trying to get to the bottom of the problem. 

“I’m scared th-that it will hurt, Blitz,” their first time hurt, of course it did, but he had felt too good to not say anything.

“If it hurts, we have the safe word Fizzy, remember? I wont be mad, I won't be disappointed if you use it– You shouldn't be scared to use a word that was made if it hurts, if you wanted to stop–” Blitzo informs with a frown, rubbing his face.

Steering his gaze from theirs, he ponders around the main question, “can… can you be gentle?” 

“I can be gentle Fizz, I can be anything you want,” their big hands cupped his own, bringing up to their mouth, palm being pressed flat before kisses were planted.

“Can you show me? S-show me how gentle you can b-be?” 

Blitzo quickly nods, tilting his chin up to bring him in for a kiss, softly moving against his lips. Holding him, slowly moving him to be in a better position. Having his legs spread and wrap around their waist. 

“I can show you anything Fizzie…” Blitzo whispers against his lips, hips pressing against his slowly and rubbing up before moving away.

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Peppering kisses all over the younger imps face, he held them close. Sweat covered their lithe body, as well as tears that stained his face. Still have the feeling of his heart stopping as soon as he saw the first tear fall. 

He had eased out of them before lifting their face. Foreheads bumping against each other as Fizz told him that he was fine. 

Holding onto every thread of control when they bit down into his neck that met the shoulder. When their claws, oh sharp claws digging into his back, surely leaving marks. 

Was much softer than all of his other intercourses, but he wanted to show Fizz that he isn't always a rough guy. 

He had held them when they finished, in his hands, lips deeply interlocked as the smaller imp moaned into his mouth. 

Now he was rubbing each part of their body, smiling as he saw their eyes flutter, lidding, but not fully closing. Breath hitching as he heard a small rumble of a purr come from their throat, Fizz’s green eyes closing, head shifting on the pillow.  Taking that moment to look up at the wall, scattered with polaroid pictures of him, Barbie and Fizz. Some only with Fizz and him. Swinging his legs over the side, he felt Fizz tense right before he lifted off. Pausing in his movements as a hand clasped around his wrist. Cursing in his mind before he turned to the other imp.

“W-where are you going?” 

“I'm just going to stand outside for a minute, get some fresh air..” replying, steering his gaze from theirs.

“W-we can just open the windows! No n-need to go out?” Fizz’s voice sounded desperate, having a killer grip on his wrist, “please..?”

“It’ll get cold in here fast Fizz, I’ll be right outside, mkay?” letting out a breath as they let go, pulling their body more together, the blanket still covered the lower half of their body. 

Nodding, he slipped on his sweats and a coat, not caring to throw on a shirt, the lava lamp on a counter near them gave the space a dim light as he made his way to the door.

“Be right back, Fizz..” unlocking the door as he shuffled into his boots, patting at his pockets, humming before stepping outside and closing the door, “so fucking lucky your trailer is far from anyone elses..” 

Anyone else his ass, as far as his memory goes, there's about two other trailers. One for Barbie, and the other for another star performer. 

Taking out a cig from the small box in his pocket, he once tries again. The green flame lights it up, inhaling the smoke and deeply exhaling. Tapping the tip of his shoe against the dirt, he flicked the ash down before pressing it against his lips. Looking back at the trailer, then away. 

Going back in there was a hard choice, during their first night, he had stayed, why had he? Maybe he was tired, maybe he wanted to be there after Fizz’s first time doing anything sexual with another person? Now, he didn't really have a good reason… It felt weird staying after, it felt weird waking up with the person still next to him. 

Blowing smoke from his lungs in a sigh, he threw the half done cig onto the ground, scrunching it under his boot. 

Standing there for a few seconds, looking once more, back at Fizz’s trailer. Biting his lip as he dragged one foot over the other… towards his best friend's door. 

Stepping inside and locking the door behind himself. Finding himself searching for Fizz's gaze. Seeing as they hadn't moved at all, returning a smile that slowly grew on their face. 

Taking off his coat, discarding it on the floor and climbing into the bed. Cmon Blitzo, just pretend you were just cuddling with Fizz… no need to be scared… 

The younger imp pulls him down, arms wrapping around his waist as their head nuzzles into his neck. Yeah… just like their cuddle seshs, he reassures himself as he hugs them back. Rubbing his hand along their bare back, trying to sleep. 

Trying to sleep after a… cuddle sesh.

- A month before the Concert - 

Fizz had just come back from going out… with Varien of all people. Why was Fizz going out, and without him? They were humming to the music that was currently playing on the radio. Tune so perfectly, easily adjusting to every rise in tone, each dip. 

As he stares at them, he catches a glimpse of jewellery dangling from their wrist.

“He gave you that?” 

“Huh?” Fizz looks up, then down on their wrist, “oh! Uh, yeah, he did..” 

“I would’ve gone for something more extravagant…” he hisses under his breath, resting on his arm, adjusting his pose on the beanbag, “why would he even give you that? Only people who you wanna fuck gives jewellery..” 

“Hm? Really…” the younger imp hums, they reach over to a coloured pencil on the desk without leaving their seat. 

Tapping his fingers against his seat, “would you fuck him?” 

“Why are you asking…?” 

Oh you know… I wanna know whos fucking my bestie, is what he wants to yell out, what he wants to snarl about, “isn't he like, two, three years older than you? He’s fucking twenty-one..” 

“Firstly, Blitzo, your maths is bad, that would be four years older, I’m seventeen idiot– secondly, you’re about two years older than me as well, an adult as well…” Fizz replies quickly, turning in their seat to him, pointing their pencil as they talk, “what's your argument Blitz.” 

“I'm just curious… so we can double down on this relationship we are doing, Fizz,” he mutters, regretting the words as soon as it leaves his mouth, looking up into their eyes, searching, taking a moment to utter, “I don't want to overwhelm you.” 

Fizz looks back at him, tapping the coloured pencil against the table, “no need

to, Blitzo.”

“You sure?” 

Heart beating faster as they stand up and walk over to him. Raising an eyebrow as they cross their arms and rest on one leg. Staring back down at him. 

“You could just say you don't want me fucking anyone else,” Fizz then reaches into their pocket, taking their phone out, tapping away before dropping his phone onto his lap, “the tickets are on the back, Im going out.” 

“Wait— where? Why?” about to get up, the smaller imp already at the door.

“Out, I’ll be fine Blitz, no need to worry about that, just…” their tail twitches as they pause, letting out a deep breath before turning back to him, “just let me know if you still want to go to this concert.” 

Picking up the phone, he looks at the back, the two green tickets glinting in the light. His mouth opens to talk, but no noise comes out. 

Fizz seems disappointed, door swings open, “see you tonight.. Blitzo.” 

“Where are you going…?” he whispers out, stumbling out of the beanbag to the window, moving the curtain to the side as he searches, finding Fizz whisking away. 

Looking at the phone as he feels a vibration. A message, gritting his teeth before tossing Fizz’s phone across the trailer onto Fizz’s bed. Stumbling over his legs before falling down into the beanbag, groaning and closing his eyes. 

-

He had no way of contacting Fizz. Both of their phones rest on the table next to the bed. Holding the tickets in his hand, staring at it. Admiring the way the plastic would reflect the light. Laying on Fizz’s bed, awaiting their arrival… soon, hopefully. 

People had knocked on the door multiple times throughout the day, not caring to go and see who, or what they wanted. The radio is still playing, maybe that's why they came by.

Next month, on a Sunday. Is the concert. He had heard it a million times on the radio. Fizz had already gotten the tickets, he had to go. If he didn't, Fizz would probably go with someone else like V… Already given his distaste about that guy.

Was he jealous Barb had other demons to talk to other than him and Fizz? Was he scared he was going to lose Fizz, after all the time together? Couldn't bear the thought of losing them, not ever, not as long as he lived.  

“Blitzo?” 

Leaning his head back, he looks up. Meeting their gaze. Fizz was standing at the door. Slowly closing it behind themselves. 

Holding up the tickets he mutters, “I'm going, Fizz.” 

“Really?” their voice seemed so happy, bringing a small smile to his lips, “t-that's great!!” 

“Yea,” softly grunting as he sat up, meeting their gaze, a crooked smile painted both their faces, “can't let you go alone.” 

Chuckling softly as Fizz scoffs and crosses their arms. But of course, he had no interest in actually watching and paying attention to the show. Nuzzling their forehead when they walked over to him and leaned down. His heart melted when he heard a soft purr.

Arms wrapping around their body and pulling them onto his lap. Resting his head in their shoulder, feeling their purr rise.

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Today was the day, Mammon's concert. The two imps standing in front of the venue. Hands held together, breathing out a heavy sigh as a breeze came over them. 

“Why in Lust,” he hisses to himself, gently guiding the younger imp towards the entrance. 

They had stolen drinks from his dad before coming down. Relieving some of that post, concert stress. feeling already a little out of it as he walked. Keeping himself up for Fizz’s shake. He knew he could handle it more than Fizz could. 

“Hey, do you think they have more drinks in there?” 

“I'd be surprised if they didn't,” Fizz hums, whisking their tails together, “but maybe we shouldn't have more, passing out in the middle of the venue? I'm not going to be pleased carrying you..” 

Shakily exhaling as they stand in the line, confidently grinning, “who says I’ll pass out first? I can handle so much more than you!” 

“Really?” 

Nodding, he stared deep into their challenging eyes, a smirk growing as he chuckled, “really.” 

The smaller imp giggles, giving him a light bump at the hip, “we’ll see.” 

Nudging them a little when the demons in front of them were handed their tickets back. Humming softly, he let go of their hand and crossed his arms and rested on one leg. Watching closely as they popped open the case to their phone. Taking out the two shiny green pieces of plastic and setting it on the booth. 

The cleric checked the tickets. Gaze turned to Fizz when they turned around to him. Smiling softly up at him. Big, round eyes, sparkling. He looked away when they saw Fizz’s eyes soften, feeling his cheeks warm up subtly. Spikes along his back rose.
Body giving a startled jump when his hand was taken into theirs, hesitantly testing the waters by interlocking their fingers. Fizz tightening the grip.

“Cmon Blitzo, let's go get some seats before all the good ones are taken,” his best friend hums, taking the popped tickets into hand, shoving it into his jacket and slowly dragging him inside. 

Nodding, he lets them guide him. Bright lights blind him the second Fizz opens the curtain. His other hand coming up to shield, the moment he does, he is met by a beautiful view.

 Mouth agape almost, rows upon rows of tables are farthest away from the stage. All too looking familiar, he had seen pictures of high end restaurants in Lust, and this place was no different. Gently rubbing their hand, looking over at a bar in one corner. 

“Hey! Lets get some drinks real quick, before it gets more busy? Line was a pain to get in…” Fizz suggests, as if they could read his mind.

“Uh, sure, sure,” he agrees, mood lightening up at the idea of drowning his sudden nervousness in alcohol. 

Luckily, the wait in line wasn't as long as the one outside. Fumbling through his wallet and quickly paying for the drinks. Shrugging his shoulders when the bartender never asked for an id. Almost glad they didn't. Taking Fizz’s arm into his.

“Pick your seat Fizz, hopefully you didn't pay to be standing up,” mind going back to the last concert they went to, his legs being stiff for the longest time, confused since he performs at the circus for a living. 

The already open bottle welling up his brain with the smell, licking his lips before taking a needed, refreshing gulp. Wiping his lips and allowing himself to be pulled once more. 

For as small Fizz was to him, they were strong, and could almost make him laugh, Stopping at the first row, overhanging where the main part of the venue was. Colours of blue, purple, greens and even reds decorate the area with leds. His hand spreading across a table Fizz stops at. Soft, taking another swig, he sets his bottle down. 

“Pretty isn't it?” he mutters, taking his respective seat shuffling it closer to Fizz's.

“Yeah, I love this about Lust, so much better than Greed.”

“Haha, you say that, but you admire Mammon so much,” he pokes at their cheek, shaking his head softly, nudging Fizz’s bottle closer to them.

Fizz sighs, shuddering a breath after they take a drink, “I mean, Lust would be such an amazing place to live.” 

“Uh huh.”

The two sit in comfortable silence, even when the venue fills up, the tables around them being occupied, the open area under them and around the main stage are filled with demons of all kinds. 

Under the table, he rubs his leg against Fizz’s, feeling more nervous. Hiding his emotions by drinking his bottle of liquor. A displeased sound came from him from downing the liquid at a fast pace, burning his throat. 

Fizz turned to him, as if they were worried, asking him if he was okay. Giving them a small thumbs up before coughing. 

The sudden silence makes him close his eyes. Softly groaning as a hand comes to the back of his neck. When he opens his eyes, he sees Fizz, smiling at him, suddenly being dark. Fizz then looks towards the stage, smiling, never leaving. Curious, he looks as well. Two large figures were on stage, the ruler of Greed; Mammon, and what he could only guess was the ruler of Lust. 

He then looked back at Fizz, arms coming to rest on the table. They had an unmoving smile. His hand reaches over, flinching back when Fizz’s hand twitches in surprise. 

“Oh– I'm sorry Fizz,” pulling his hand back, right, not the right time, he’s too focused on the sins.

Fizz grabs his hand, shuffling their chair closer until they are almost shoulder to shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, “it's okay Blitzo, I like having your touch..” 

Nuzzling back, he sighs in relief. Finally getting to relax, looking over the ledge, enjoying the music, the voices of the two sins mixing together surprisingly well. 

-

The intermission comes quickly. Or it might just be him, Fizz’s bottle was empty. His being half. Enjoying when Fizz became more touchy with him. Shaking away the nerves and kissing Fizz’s cheek with determination.

“I can drink you under this fuckin table–” he hisses in a slurred tone, smirking as he danced two fingers up the younger imps arm. 

“Is that so?” Fizz says back, bringing his hand up to their lips to press small kisses at the tips, giving him a wink. 

Lips curling up into a snicker. Lidding his eyes as he leans forward. As their faces met, his hand moved to caress their cheek. By no means was the kiss soft, but was it slow and sloppy. The strong smell of alcohol, the loud but somehow quiet background music they deafened out. Revelling in those small, whiny moans he so dearly loved. 

Fizz was the first to move away, with him chasing their lips. Blushing the second he did. 

The younger imp laughs, giving his nose a little nuzzle before they sit up. Grabbing a bottle before rounding the table. Slightly turning his head as they trace the soft tips of their fingers along his shoulders. 

“It's kinda getting hot in here… y’know?” Fizz murmurs, as they slowly move away, their tail comes to flick his chin up slightly as they redirect the way he was looking, silently admiring as they walk away, tail swinging challangingly at him. 

Gulping he chuckles as he bumps his hand against the bottle and picks it up.

“You’ve got my attention now…” murmuring to himself, taking a swig before pushing his chair back. 

Following their trail, zigzagging between tables, chairs. Catching a glimpse of Fizz pushing through a door. Closing quickly behind them. 

Feet almost stumbling over each other when he makes his way to the door. A succubus catches his eye. His tail curling into themselves, about to open his mouth to tell them to fuck themselves but they give him a knowing look before chuckling to themselves and giving him a wink. Rolling his eyes before pushing it open, searching the hallway and stepping inside. Fizz’s back was turned to him, tail swinging almost as if they were inviting him, they knew he was there. 

Quickly making his way over, his arms come around and pull their body into his. Fizz jumps slightly before turning their head to catch his lips into a kiss. 

—There was muffled music through the walls that they easily blocked out. 

A beer still in hand of one of the imps, half empty, or some would argue, half full. Though the older imp wasn't as far gone as the other, he wanted more, something only his drunken state could satisfy. 

The younger imp took the bottle from their hands, bringing it to their mouth, almost vertical as if they were chugging it. Their eyes haze with lust meeting the older imps, bringing their faces together. Lips interlocking, spilling the alcohol from their mouth to the others. 

The spiked one swallowed, pulling away and cupping the other's face. Mouth slightly open as drool falls. 

Biting their lip as their hands grip onto the younger imps' hips, rutting their hips together, their hard ons brushing together, smiling as his groin becomes hot, repeating the movements in that empty hallway. Not caring if anyone saw them. With that, their movements got more messy, more needy, more lustful. Nothing could stop the two young imps, they wanted the same thing, they wanted each other. 

-

The door roughly was closed behind us, my body being pressed against it. Lips interlocked into a passionate display. My greedy hands exploring your body, dragging my sharp claws across your skin. Smiling at the idea of admiring the marks after. 

Pressing both of my palms on your hips, rubbing my thumb softly before hooking at the hem of your skirt. Bringing an arm protectively around your waist, the other making its way down and under. Cupping your very hard dick through the thin layer of fabric that was your underwear. Licking over your lips and squeezing my hand, pulling at your bottom lip and soaking in that beautiful sound you made. 

My hand could hold every small inch of you. Your body is shaking for attention, begging to be touched. So small, having such a voice. Like you were made to be fucked and not to give. Not being able to hold myself back, taking my hand out from your skirt and squeezing your waist. Bringing our hips to meet, rutting against you. Just like our first night together, I wanted to pin you to the ground and grind against you like a fucking animal in heat. 

My soft groans with your low whimpers of approval. Loosening my grip when you pull away. My dick radiating heat through the layers of clothing. Getting my bearings back, holding onto every thread of control when you drop to your knees. My gaze never leaves yours.

You were so beautiful, from that moment you asked for this relationship and before, I knew I would do everything to make you feel the pleasure you asked for. Now, we both were in a bathroom of the ruler of the greed rings venue, you on your knees in front of me.      

Teary eyed from our makeout session. Eyes begging for more, wide and looking back at me. How could I tell? You always looked at me with those eyes before having sex, and during sex. Round, sparkling, and so very beautiful. 

My breath was hitching as you shifted on the floor. Your hands unbuckling my belt, dropping it off to the side with a clink. Delicate hands sliding my jeans off. 

I couldn't remember how many bottles we had. One? Two? Five? The only thing I cared about right now, was your hands, your so soft hands rubbing my dick through my underwear. 

My body reacted to your touch, cock throbbing with each stroke. Begging to feel your raw touch against me, to feel your insides. 

You were taking your sweet time. Torturing me, you knew exactly how to make me whine and whimper for more. Resisting every urge to lean into every stroke, and rub. Biting into my own lip, the pain added to the pleasure as you slowly exposed myself to the room. Leaning forward to let that serpentine like tongue swirl from the base of my very erect dick to the tip. The movement made me shudder and tip my head back against the restroom door. 

Wasting no time to let your warm mouth engulf the head. A moan leaving my lips as you sink ever so slowly lower before lifting back off. Tongue licking at the slit, making me jolt and dig my claws into the door. 

As I mumble quiet curses, you guide yourself on my dick, turning your head. Giving me a full view of that wicked, smug look, one eye cracked open, looking up at mine. That mouth stretching to my size. I would wipe that look off your face five seconds tops if I wasn't so over the edge. Soon maybe. 

My hand wraps around one of your horns, mitch matched, but beautiful, and big. Rubbing my thumb along it in small circles before steadily guiding your head. Up and down, in rhythm. Your face faltered as I guided you, brows furrowing upward as that mouth eagerly sucked. Eyes closed with tears pricking the corners. The sound of you gagging around my dick almost made me cum right then and there. 

You were so fucking pretty as my own dick disappered into that mouth. My own head dropped, with my mouth releasing down right awful noises, 

“Fizzy…” my words were slurred, needy as I said your name, it felt so fucking good, Fizzarolli felt so good, everything to the smoothness of their horns, to the soft skin, and to their mouth, warm, slick with saliva engulfing himself, “oh please Fizz— please, hah– nghhah– Fizz…”  

I want Fizz to take control, to see if they would take the dominance too. Becoming more aroused just at the thought of it, the thought of my best friend dominating me instead of the other way around. To which I stopped guiding you, not being able to speak my thoughts with my current state. 

But you being the amazing imp that you are, could read my thoughts. Holding my hips to the door before sinking down. Swallowing to tighten their throat around me. Pulling an absolutely wrecked sob from my lips. 

I had no care for the noises leaving my mouth. He was with Fizz, the demon I love, the demon I would do anything for. Keeping my hand between your head, not hard enough to stop your movements, but hard enough that my hand wouldn't fall away. 

My eyes struggled to keep open, rolling back into my own head. Falling closed, only hearing the gags and chokes of his best friend taking him in. The schlrops and slicking of each rise over the head. A tongue licking the tip each time, eliciting a whimper with every lick. 

My own legs buckled as I felt the pool of warmth fill my body. Saying your name over and over in an array of tones and sounds. Looking down at the other imp, mouth closing to collect spit and gulping, teeth grit. Hips bucking forwards into your warm, tight mouth. My own mouth dropping open, a long drawn out moan leaving. One of my hands balled into a fist. Groaning as I hit it against the door. 

You take me to the root, not being able to handle it longer than I have. Cumming deep into your throat, shaking as the wave crashed over my body. You pull away mid climax, cum spilling onto your face, tongue out and all. Your hands cupping the base, tightening your grip every other second. Shuddering at every spurt, my legs struggling to hold my weight.

“Oh fuck Fizz—” you were so good, milking every last drop, swallowing and taking him in, to anyone else, Fizzarolli would seem so experienced, like he has done it all the time, but he only knows the truth, no one has ever touched Fizz other than him in this manner, which is surprising to him to say at the least, basking in the after glow as I stumbled down to the floor, “Fizzy… th-that was fucking amazing.” 

Looking through my lidded eyes, you were wiping my semen from your lips, their tail flicking back and forth. Watching as my seed trickled down your face ever so slowly before your hand wiped most of it all off. Knees pressed against the floor, spread apart so both of their hands could settle between them, to which one hand was. Then we made eye contact, you curled your long tongue around a finger, placing both hands in between your legs. Looking back up at me with wide eyes, challenging, wanting. 

“You’re so fucking pretty..” as I lick my lips, I bring your body towards mine, lifting your chin, your mouth opens, tongue sticking out, it was a sight, leaning forward to catch you in a tongue filled embrace. 

As I feel down your slim body, you shudder, leaning into my touch, skimming over and under your crop top, then kneading my hand into your ass. Perked up and soft, leaning into my touch. Your soft muffled moans told me that I was doing well. Escaping your lips to lean my head into your shoulder, deeply inhaling your scent. Sweet was the word, other than the obvious smell of alcohol. Eyes cracking open to watch both of his hands, one squishing and holding of your clothed ass. While the other slid under the skirt, exploring the new expanse of skin, pulling at your sensitive tail just to hear the needy, stimulated whimper from your lips, my claws getting caught in the lace panties as I moved my hand. 

Sharp nails of his best friend dug into my shoulders, assumably asking for more. Oh I would give you more, I will give you more, I’ll make you scream my name over and over, until your throat hurts, only releasing a burnt out voice, a hoarse voice.  Fizz just needed to be a patient, good little boy for him. 

“Oh Blitzo… pleaseuhhh—” 

Just hearing Fizz say his name in a slurred tone, did so many things to his body. Feeling my own face flush and grow in temperature. 

“Get that pretty ass to that sink if you want it so bad,” I hissed, your tail curled into itself, while the claws that dug into my skin loosened and your head leaned more into mine, laboured breath, heavy and long. 

Giving that ass a firm squeeze before releasing, almost missing the warmth instantly. No, I lied, he did instantly, wanting to pull your pretty body back down to the floor as your shaky legs struggled to hold your own weight, and fuck him right there. Staring after them as they walked to the place he requested. Licking my lips as I stood up, kicking the jeans off to the side, moving my coat to let it loosely fall off my shoulders as the temperature grew. 

Meeting the others gaze, your eyes narrowing, lips curling enough to show a couple teeth, arms resting on the ledge, body pointing back at him, tail swinging back and forth. 

Walking closer, I take their hands into mine, looking them dead in the eyes. He may be far gone, but even in this state, he wanted to make sure Fizz wanted this, “you still o-okay?” 

His best friend brung my hands to their hips, down to the base of his tail, then moved their own hands to my face, “always… ruin me Blitz..” 

Something was telling him to go back, stop, but oh fuck, I didn't want to, we both wanted this from what he could tell from our actions. With the half-heartedly consent given, I twirled your body around, bending the upper half over the sink before lowering down to my knees. Fizz had feasted on him, now it was my turn. A soft gasp, a yelp of surprise sounded from the younger imp. 

Your tail lifted willingly, lifting the skirt as well. Giving him full access to the curved, slim, but plump rear. Hooking a finger into the fishnet leggings, pulling it and the lace down, tugging messily. Coating my lips in saliva as both of my hands spread each cheek apart. Smirking before leaning forward, my tongue slithering out to lick once, twice at their hole. 

An array of noises encouraged me, high, low, guttural, to breathless whimpers. My eyes closed, basking in the sounds, the taste, the lust that filled the bathroom. His tongue soon broke its way inside, a loud moan, a shriek of pleasure leaving your lips at the sudden movement. 

“Blitz–!! Ahhhnnn… F-fuck Blitzo.. Hahhhn.. Fuck!!” I wanted to hear more, my tongue sunk deeper, gliding over the walls, looking for a particular spot, drawing my back, licking my lips before sliding back in. 

The taste was everything, their scent was everything, the feeling, the sight, your sounds, moans and groans. My tongue glided over the bump that was your prostate. A shriek of pleasure, guttural moans leaving your lips at the sudden entrance. My dick twitched at the non stop cries, leaking onto the floor with precum. Aiming for that spot that made the sweetest noise leave their mouth.

Fizzarolli above him, leaned back into my mouth, tail draping over my head, heavy breaths, stammering out pleas, “ahhh!! Blitzo— Fuh-fuck!! Mnhhhmm FUCK! Please Blitz–!!” 

Slicking my tongue out, to lean back, biting into the skin. A wrecked sob leaving their lips at both the loss and the pain. 

“Oh I'm sorry Fizz…” standing up to lean over your body, lifting their chin to look in the mirror, giving his best friend a full view of my tongue licking my lips, “you just ta-tasted so good, I had to get a bite in..” 

Digging my claws into your hips, I slid my hard erection between each cheek, rubbing up and down. Grinding against you, humming as I looked around. Seeing the vending machine of just condoms and other sexual items, chuckling lowly at the little sign of ‘we know people have sex in bathrooms.’ Typical Lust Ring things he guesses. 

Pausing in my movements, about to reach for my jacket. Softly groaning as Fizz’s hips moved to gain more friction. 

“W-we don't need one… Blitz.” 

Badump

Looking back at you through the mirror. Your pink eyes meet my red. Rubbing a hand up your body, I slowly cupped your neck, squeezing to test the limits, to earn a whimper, “what do you mean… by that?” 

My heart was beating out of my chest, was Fizz asking what he thought they were thinking? 

“please— don't use it, n-no need to.. I, I wanna feel you, Blitzo.” 

How could something so dirty have such a sweet tone as you finished your sentence with a soft whimper. Sticking a few of my fingers in your mouth, I watched through the reflection as you eagerly accepted and sucked. Making a show of wrapping your tongue around each of my fingers. 

“No need to, huh?” taking my fingers out from your wet mouth, flipping your body to face mine, I tilt your chin up as I slowly insert a finger into the tight space, watching your crumbling expression, “you want me to fill you up with cum? Over, and over?”

His best friend's moans became louder with each inserting finger and stretch. Arms wrapping around my neck as you lifted your hips and down with the thrust of my fingers. I couldn't imagine screwing anyone else from then on.  

“You’re so fucking hot Fizz…” if only you knew how much I actually cared for you, if only… I tell you how much I love you, “let me hear those noises Fizz, beg for me, scream for me..”

  “F-fuck!! Blitzo please– please fucking give me the pl-pleasure you promised..” you plead, never ending beads of sweat fall down your round cheeks, “please more, I need more, please Blitzo–!! I need you in me, Blitz.” 

As I smirked, I pulled my fingers from the comfortable heat, aligning my dick to their entrance, gritting my teeth when I slowly pushed in. Sharp nails dug deeper into my back, your mouth dropping open, saliva threatening to spill from your lips. Taking my time just in case I could hurt you. 

Once our hips flushed together, I leaned forward to mumble sweet nothings to you, allowing you to get more comfortable with the new feeling. Slim legs wrapping around my waist. As for myself, I was in heaven, the heat, the smell, the feeling was amazing. You were so tight, squeezing around me perfectly. I couldn't help but grind up and down, biting my lip as I leaned down into your shoulder. 

My hips slowly pulled back before thrusting forward into the tight space. Both you and I moaned out in pleasure as I hit so deeply inside. Digging my fingertips into your waist, lips curling up into a messy smile as you cry and scream in pleasure. 

“You want it so bad?” I hiss into your ear, letting my tongue slide over your cheek to your lips, “fucking touch yourself while I fuck you Fizz– cum and cry my na-name..”

You waste no time obeying my request, pumping at a fast pace to which he meets each upstroke with a thrust. Thumbing at the tip, spreading pre with each downstroke. Twitching in your own hand, begging for release, hips bucking up, head falling back, mouth hanging open with moans escaping, drool slipping from their lips. 

One of my own hands pressed against the mirror beside your head, holding myself stable, while the other held your hip. Mumbling out curses as I watched the sight below me. 

I fucking loved it. The pool of warmth soon filled my body embarrassingly fast from just watching you.

“Im cl-close Fizzy– so fuh-fucking close– Fuck– you’re gonna make me c-cum..” 

“Ngh– please in-inside Blitz, hahn mm,” you hiss in a slurred tone, not slowing in pace with the pumps, eyes making contact through the stimulation, my breath was taken away as you orgasmed, eyes rolling back into your own head with a loud moan in my name, neck strained back as their horns hit the mirror, legs that wrapped around my waist slightly loosened.

“Please c-cum inside me Blitz–!” you mutter, voice shaky as you pleaded, panting as you say those words, “please you fu-fucker! I want it a-all–” 

           Picking up your leg with the hand that dug into their waist to flush our hips together. Spilling deep inside you, arousal spiking beyond the roof. No restraints of plastic, raw and so deeply inside your body. Biting my lip so hard that it drew blood, gliding my tongue to lick the black blood from my lips. 

Feeling my body heat up, vision hazy as I look up at the blueish, greenish led lights as I come back down. Leaning forwards to bump our foreheads together and look into your eyes. 

“Wh-what else do you want me to do?” I growl, grinding against you, body shaking from the intense orgasm.

“W-want you-” you murmur back, flicking your hand to rid of your own semen, “want you to fill me up– up to the brim, un-until I’m nothing but your c-cum dump— Hold me Blitzo, use me, d-do what-hng–ever you please–”

Taking my cock out from your tight space, I flipped your body over. The sudden movement made a small whimper leave your lips. I wanted more, wanting more as I watched the cum slowly spill from your ass, swiping droplets with a few fingers and bringing it to his best friend's mouth. The younger imp eagerly took it in their mouth, moaning around his fingers. 

Not caring for the cum that fell to the floor from both of us. Pulling at your tail to lift your skirt, smirking as I pressed against your hole with my half hard dick. 

“This is mine tonight Fizz, I’ll fulfil any request you gi-give me, no matter how hard it can b-be” relishing the scream like moan as my dick slid into them, placing my hand over yours, cupping it into his own at the size difference, fingers intertwining, groaning as he felt cum from his recent finish gush around his cock, “cmon– say my name..” 

Stilling my hips to only hear you cry out at the loss, head resting on their arm over the sink, “oh pl-please Blitzo, want it all, fu-fuck ngh– I love the fe-feeling Blitz!!”

“And I lo-love you Fizz–” thrusting forward to hear the guttural moans, not caring for the sudden confession, only caring for the pleasure, the moans, whimpers and most of all, you, not looking for the words to be returned, “gosh I l-love you Fizzie…” 

But to his surprise, you tightened the grip with our hands holding together, “I love you too Blitz! L-love you so much, oh fuck, pl-please Blitzo–” 

Gritting my teeth, I fastened my pace, they loved him too, I may as well be the luckiest imp in hell as you mewled out pleas and lovestruck words. My heart beats faster and skips a beat with every word, my breath is taken away. Wasting no time to press your back to my chest and thrust up into you. Turning your head to press our lips together in need, in love . Furrowing my brows up as I close my eyes, feeling a tear trickle down my face as I hold you close. 

The kiss was by no means soft. Lips sloppily moved and tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. 

Pumping your shaft and holding onto your neck. My thrusts become messy, uneven as our lips are interlocked, your cries muffled. Your tail wrapping around my waist. Your slim body pressed against mine so perfectly, so, so perfectly. Like we were puzzle pieces finally being placed in their spots, fitting together. 

Smiling into the kiss as I feel liquid spill onto my hand, squeezing my hand to milk more and more. You cried in overstimulation as I didn't stop thrusting and moving my hand. Saliva connects from our tongues as we pull away, breaking apart as I look down. I wanted more of those cries, those particular cries filled me with life. Taking pity when you let out a pitched whine, the pitch was something he didn't like, it sounded painful. 

Resting both hands on your hips, chasing my own high. Almost pulling out to give you a break to finish myself off, but as I started to move, you grabbed my waist, digging your claws into me, whimpering. 

“Please— inside again Blitzo, p-please, inside me,” his best friend whispers out in breaths, your hand wrapping around your shaft once more, softly whining as you pumped slowly, seemingly awaiting me to move, “fuck, I love you, love it when you did it–” 

“You fucker–” rolling my hips forward, watching the reflection, only now seeing the bulge at the lower belly, my breath hitched as I watched it disappear with each pull back, “a fucking beautiful boy, hrmmm oh fuck Fizz–”

Desperately chasing my high. Feeling as your body arched against mine. Bottoming out inside you, our hips meet for the last time as I cum into that heat, groaning as you tighten around me, struggling to pull out. When I do, I press my dick atop of the skirt, semen staining the fabric with such a heavy amount of liquid. Gasping as my high slowed down, biting into your shoulder to keep words from slipping from my mouth.

I groaned into your skin at the stimulation of finishing for the third time. Tugging at your neck before licking over the new blooming mark. Nuzzling after as if in an apology as you whine. 

 Noticing your hand not moving anymore. My hand wrapping around yours and helping you pump, you cry as you reach the edge.

“Cum for me baby, for me… fuck… fuck yes baby–”  shooting your load onto the floor, in thick ropes, pumping every last drop, twisting my hand around the head. Milking you dry. 

Looking in the mirror. Admiring the pool of cum spilling between your plump, shaky thighs. Turning to meet your lidded gaze, sweat dripped from my head. Mouths ever so slightly open as we breathed. Feeling the small, watery drop of a tear sliding down my cheek, noticing your eyes follow it. I could tell what we were thinking, they didn't just have sex… They had just exchanged their love for each other, exchanged their feelings for each other. We both smiled at the realisation, my arms tightening around your waist, bringing you closer. 

You then nuzzled our cheeks together, I returned the movement as soon as our cheeks touched, both of us were out of breath, the smaller imps eyes fully closed, purring out words, “I love you Blitzo..” 

We may not remember this in the morning, but fuck, he loved this, he loved him, the imp who made him feel like life in hell was worth it, “I love you too, Fizzarolli.” 

Both you and I stay in that spot. Nuzzling, and moving against each other, wanting to feel each other's warmth. Purrs and rumbles. Contemplating what they should do next, go home? With the possible chance of getting lost in their still drunken state? Or drop by a hotel, for the night, together, in each other's arms. 

Skimming my hands over their body, over the dips and along your clothed body. Softly murmuring a sorry as my fingers grazed over claw marks in your waist and hips. Licking my lips as my fingers brushed over the semen of both imps. 

“I can't believe I had this beautiful body tonight..” letting my hands fall away, slipping my leather coat from the floor onto your shoulders, lifting your chin to press our mouths together, tongue gliding over each sharp tooth, disconnecting from their lips to intertwine our hands, “so pretty..” 

-

Placing the rag over the lid of the toilet, I look over at you, helping you from the tub to sit down on the towel. Grabbing another before sinking to my knees. 

Rubbing each part of your body with a towel. In between your thighs, down to your hooves. Trailing kisses over the drying parts, like I was worshipping you. Like Mammon with his money, like the Lust sin with their succubi. Holding one of your hooves, licking from the tip, making way from the small fur up to your ankle, smiling as you shiver. Holding you like I was holding the most breakable vase in all of hell that could fall apart even with the slightest nail poking it. Gently drying you, kissing the palm of your hand before nuzzling it against my face. Your thumb rubbing my cheek. Wrapping the towel around your body. Intertwining our fingers, smiling up at you. 

The room was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the rain through the walls. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear the saliva move in their mouths as both grinned softly to each other.

“Pass me another one?” I ask with a soft tone, one of your hands moves to the sink, picking up a rather large towel and handing it to me. 

Thanking you before drying myself off. Only taking a minute or two before wrapping it around my waist, standing up and holding my hand out for you to take. Squeezing your hand as we make contact, walking to the mirror. Guiding you to stand in front of me before resting my head on your shoulder. Rubbing my hands on your sides. 

“How could anyone hate this b-body Fizzy,” I smile as you giggle, kissing your neck, “I’ll put the clothes in the dryer, get your– yourself comfortable..” 

“Don't keep me waiting,” you say in such a sweet tone.

Chuckling to myself as you peel away from my touch, giving my cheek a nuzzle before leaving the room. I was close behind, bending down and sitting on the soft carpet near the machines. Humming softly, hearing the shuffles of you behind me. Opening the door as well as the other, throwing our clothes into the dryer. Looking behind myself as I close the door, you were sitting on the bed closest to me, 

Stumbling up, my legs staggering as I sit beside you. A hand lightly cupping your cheek, rubbing my thumb over your skin. Your soft smile brings butterflies to my stomach, guiding you to lay down, bringing the blanket over your body. 

We finally settle, our hands holding together, shivering suddenly, “fuck its cold–” 

“I know a wa-way we can warm up..” you mutter.

“What do you have in mind?”

You shuffle closer to me, legs tangling together and tails intertwining to rest on the bed. I wrap my arms around your waist while yours rests in front of you. Curling more into a ball.

“Please don't l-leave me Blitzo…” 

Rubbing your back with my shaky hands, hugging you more tightly, “I wouldn't dream of it.” 

At the end of the day, he did pass out first. In your arms. Against your warmth. Slow breathing and soft nuzzles. Quiet words of affirmation, and ‘I love yous’ to end this quiet night. 

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Extending his legs, the first thing he smelt was his best friend, their musky, sweaty, and warm smell. Humming softly as he leaned more to what seemed like their shoulder. 

Opening his eyes after a minute, purring out softly as he recognized the figure. Sighing softly into his bed… no, not his bed, much more softer. Then looked around without lifting his head. Feeling his heart skip a beat as he didn't know where they were. 

Being met with a giant pang in his head, cursing to himself. 

“Blitzo?” 

Sitting up all too quickly. His hands coming to his body, a soft sting caused him to gasp. Looking down, marks littered his waist and hips, even trailing lower. Head turning quickly to Blitz when they softly moan. He winces painfully, reaching a hand to his lower back, near his tail, rubbing softly.

Bringing his hand to his mouth to cover it, he threw the blanket off of himself and ran to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the door and quickly lifted the toilet seat. Coughing into the water, he started to cry. The pain added to the feeling of throwing up. 

“Fizz?” Blitzo says, knocking two fingers on the door, “you okay?”

Looking over, through his tearful eyes, the hazelly looks into their eyes, hugging himself protectively after wiping his tears from his face, “I'm fine!! I'm fine Blitzo–”

“You don't seem fine, here— lemme get something.”

Tears started falling, not being able to wipe them fast enough when Blitz came back with a blanket and some clothes. A robe in particular. 

“Fizz—” his friend dropped down to the floor, wrapping the bathrobe 

around him. 

“B-Blitzo— what happened—” the night before was blurry, he remembered himself being flirty with the older imp, cozying himself up to them. 

Curling the robe tightly, he stuffs his nose and cries silently. He wants to reach out for them, nuzzle into every inch of their body, make the pain stop. Flinching back when a finger made contact with his clothed shoulder. 

“F-Fizz… can I hug you?” 

Lifted his head slightly. He looks at them through lidded eyes, looking them up and down. Before nodding. Strong arms wrap around his body, taking note when they slow down the movements around his hips. Sobbing lightly when he relaxes into them. Legs overlap his own. 

Sighing, he chuckles lightly, looking up into their eyes, “I think you broke me Blitzo…” 

Leaning into a finger rubbing up and down his chin, Blitz nuzzles into the side of his head. 

“I'm sorry.” 

Shuddering when a palm rubbed his thigh. Breaths coming in soft and quick exhales.

“Fizz… can I kiss you?” Blitzo murmurs, fingers holding his chin, leaning forth at the slightest.   

“Yes…” 

Lips pressed together, eyes closing at the soft movement. Way too soft, placing his hand over their cheek and tilting his head. It felt nice, very nice, smiling into the kiss and pulling away. But seeing their face, worried, searching his own gaze. He frowned and looked away, crossing his arms and falling limp into their hold. 

Gasping softly as a large hand pressed against his bare chest. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. 

“You’re fine Fizz…” his friend whispers, lifting his head and pressing their noses together, then nuzzling into his face, “fuck… please be fine Fizzie.” 

“Don't do that…” he mutters, Blitzo was distressed, why? 

Was it because he was hurt? Did Blitz hurt him? No, Blitz couldn't have hurt him, they promised to be gentle. 

“I feel gross and—” he groans, dipping his head into the nape of their neck.

“I can get you some food? Water?” Blitzo quickly says, holding him closer, pulling the robe to cover more of his shoulders, “clothes? You n-name it Fizz, I can be quick!” 

“N-no!! Don't leave me here alone!” he begs and shoots up, not wanting to be left alone in an unknown place in a ring he barely comes to, only for shows.

“But I want you to be comfortable Fizz, please, I’ll be so quick you won't even notice I left!” they insist, both hands cupping his cheeks, “I’ll get you a sweater? You liked them oversized right? Like my sweaters? Then— then we can cuddle? How does that sound, Fizz?”

Without saying anything, he nods. Being guided to stand up on his shaky legs. Stumbling over and falling into their body. Blitz’s arms catching him and holding him up. 

“I-I'm fine, Blitzo,” he reassures, taking deep breaths as he was set on the bed, smiling up at them and getting more comfortable on the blanket. 

“I'll be right back Fizzie,” Blitzo says, cupping his hand to intertwine their fingers, squeezing lightly before letting go. 

Almost reaching to grab their hand again, stopping himself and curling more into himself, “o-okay…” 

The room grows quiet, everything echoes, even his own breathing. Blitzo walked towards the door, shuffling their boots on and opening the door. They reach over to grab the keys, then hear the door closing behind Blitzo. Shuffling to the head board of the bed, in between the pillows. 

He wipes a tear that slid down his cheek. Breathing in a whimper as he slides down on the bed. Rolling over to the side. 

“Please…” he calls out to Blitz, but cries softly, looking over at the bedside table, more tears fall from his eyes at the realisation that both of their phones sat on it, he couldn't even call them, all he could do was to wait the agonising minutes, ten minutes, maybe even hour that Blitzo would come back, “p-please come back..” 

-

He doesn't even remember falling asleep. Startled when a hand rests on his shoulder, fluttering his lashes open. His vision blurred then refocused at the face looking down at him. 

Body flaring up with excitement, but when he tries to sit up, he falls back down. Forgetting about the pains in his hips. Groaning softly. 

“Not too fast there Fizzie,” Blitzo snickers.

Resting against them, he allows Blitz to roll off the already, falling off robe over his shoulders. Untying it, shivering at the sudden coldness. Blitzo then opens the bag that was set on the mattress. Grabbing the sweater buttoning it open and clipping it around his body. Sighing into the warmth. Blitzo adjusts the collar before grunting. 

Rolling him until he was on his back, lifting the clothing they had just put on to slip shorts on. Nestling firmly along his hips. 

Blitzo sighs, content, head resting on his chest and squeezed their arms under his back to hug him.

“So…”   

“So?” he mimics, running his hands over their horns, a purr rumbling in the back of his throat. 

“Are you okay? Last night was… something, I- I know I was drunk and I s-still don't remember much but… I didn't hurt you, did I?” Blitzo stammers, hugging him tightly, “I didn't bite you anywhere that could’ve injured you? Y-you’re fine?” 

“I'm fine Blitz, I promise, I don't remember much either but… I'm sure we’re both fine, right?” he mutters back, “just please cuddle me up? I don't wanna go home yet.” 

Blitzo nods, digging their head into his neck to return the purr that he was making, “we don't have to, not today if you don't want to? What's my dad gonna do, he can't do anything to you, I won't let him.” 

Closing his eyes, he shook at the idea they were implying. Him… Fizz, isn't going to get hurt, but Blitzo might. Shaking his head softly.

“But— I don't want you to…” 

“I’ll be fine Fizz, no need to worry about me,” Blitzo hums, “get some rest, please don't worry about me.”

He wanted to yell at them, tell them that he wanted to worry. Tell them that he didn't want them to be hurt because he loved them. But that seemed impossible to say, to tell his best friend of seventeen years, that he had something so pitiful as feelings. Clinging to them, exhaling a whine. 

Maybe he could get a few hours of sleep, get his mind off things. Turning his head to the side so his horns could rest and not bother him. Feeling the older imp move with him, until their chest was against his, foreheads nestled together. 

They suddenly sit up, squinting open his eyes to watch them take off their shirt. Watching the spikes along their spine shake at the temperature change as they throw their shirt onto the floor as well as the bag. Laying back down beside him.

“Blitzo?” he whispers under his breath, searching their gaze.

“Yeah?” they reply, tiredly almost.

“Did… did you enjoy the concert?” remembering Blitzo didn't really want to go.

Blitz smiles, arms wrapping around him, sighing, blowing a warm breath over his face in a chuckle, “I did… I really did enjoy it.” 

“I’m glad,” leaning up to brush their lips, tongue flicking out to their nose, “because those tickets were fucking expensive.”

Blitzo snickers, leaning down to lock their lips together. Happily obliging, content on kissing them, to start his morning and nap.