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Blitzø is getting well acquainted with the layout of the Lust Palace pretty quickly. There are still plenty of rooms he hasn’t explored, but the main ones he’s got down. As such, it’s an easy feat for him to carry Fizzarolli from the couch all the way into the bedroom he shares with Ozzie and through to the ensuite bathroom there. He sets Fizz on the edge of the tub, grinning at him as he starts peeling off his clothes, still damp from the mess he got Fizz to make earlier.
“Ya know, we’ve got multiple bathrooms in this place. Didn’t have to choose this one,” Fizz murmurs, eyes on Blitzø as he stumbles out of his shorts, dick swaying with his movements. He looks to Fizz immediately, concerned.
“Sorry, is this like, off limits? I know we-”
“I’m teasing, it’s fine Blitzø. You’ve fucking slept in our bed before with both of us in it, if anything was gonna be off limits it’d be that.” Fizz grins at him, Blitzø sighing in relief before standing there awkwardly, waiting for Fizz to give him instructions. The clown seems to realize, rolling his eyes and stretching an arm out, rustling around blindly in a cabinet before pulling it back. He’s got something in his hands, bundled up cloth. “Turn around.”
Blitzø does without question, tail flicking in interest but he’s never going to push Fizz to share anything he doesn’t want to. He hasn’t earned that. “Alright, you’re good,” the jester’s raspy voice calls out and when Blitzø turns around he sees that Fizz has replaced his normal jester cap with some kind of swim cap. The other imp seems embarrassed about it, cheeks darkening as he avoids Blitzø’s eyes. “It’s waterproof. We gonna fuck in the tub or shower or what?”
“Sure, uh, which one do you want?” He can’t stop looking at the swim cap. It’s cute, clearly specially tailored for Fizz, thick stripes of teal and blue and his signature heart decal smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Not for the first time does he wonder if Fizz’s circus brand survived the fire, hidden under a replica that doesn’t hold the same trauma connections. The tops of the swim cap’s horn covers are sickeningly short, the first real confirmation that yes, Fizz’s horns did break that low, that he’s had since that long-blurred memory of him right after the accident.
He’s staring too long, his eyes snap down to Fizz’s face and he’s incredibly relieved to realize he hasn’t been caught. Fizz has been distracted too, and he can guess what did it just by following the clown’s gaze down to his crotch. He thrusts his hips a little, grinning when Fizz’s eyes glance up and he burns darker, realizing he was being incredibly unsubtle. “Shower or tub, Fizz?”
“Shower,” the jester rasps, looking away and standing up, walking over to the glass shower on the other side of the bathroom. Fancy bitches, who has both a tub and a separate shower in the same room? Blitzø won’t complain though, not when he knows he’s about to get his dick sucked in it. Fizz starts the water, his tail curling around his legs loosely and Blitzø walks up and kisses him. The clown startles before relaxing into it, sighing as he presses into the other imp. They keep kissing until his tail unfurls and tangles with Blitzø’s and then the assassin pulls back, smiling.
He waves a hand into the shower to test the water, huffing at the almost frigid temperature and turning the hot knob slightly to lessen it. “Jeez, Fizz, still taking ice showers?” He jokes, turning back to Fizz who rolls his eyes.
“Better than those fucking lava baths you take. I couldn’t handle that shit even as a kid, I don’t know how you can stand it.”
“Eh, I run it a bit cooler these days,” Blitzø says lightly. He doesn’t mention that he can’t take them anymore, the heat too much for the many patches of scarred skin he’s got now. Fizz doesn’t seem to notice, poking the tip of his tail in to test, and upon approving he steps in first. Blitzø follows him in, closing the glass door behind them and sighing as he steps into the lukewarm spray.
The shower is huge, clearly created to allow Asmodeus to use it in any form he pleases, a giant waterfall shower head at the top sprinkling them with a gentle continuous rain. It reaches almost to the edges, a smaller movable shower head within reach on one of the walls likely installed for Fizz’s personal use. Fizz is against the farthest glass wall, smile turning shy as Blitzø invades his space, hands pressing to the glass on either side of the jester to box him in.
Blitzø leans in for a kiss again, and Fizz lets him. They tangle their tongues and let their hands explore, the assassin’s first stop obviously being those perfect tiny tits that are half-smushed against his chest. He gropes them eagerly, dick twitching where it’s been sandwiched between their bodies. Fizz’s hands slide up and down him too, one groping his ass and making the clown laugh into Blitzø’s mouth over how he had stiffened in surprise.
They kiss for a while before Blitzø pulls away, lowering himself to his knees and grinning up at Fizz’s confused face. “I promised you a round two, right?” He presses his hands into the clown’s soft thighs, gently pulling them apart. “You wanna squirt again or should I eat you out?” He can feel the shiver of excitement that travels through Fizz at his question, the imp biting his lip as he stares down at Blitzø.
“Can you seriously make someone squirt twice in one night?” Fizz asks hesitantly, whimpering when Blitzø immediately presses his fingers to the clown’s pussy, chuckling as he rubs his clit.
“My record with Stolas is four times.”
“Satan, how is he not dried up like a fucking raisin?”
“I made him down a bottle of water halfway through just to be safe.”
Fizz’s laughter bubbles out of him, stopped only when Blitzø’s fingers slide lower, pressing inside. The jester slides his legs open a bit more, sliding down slightly for a better angle. Blitzø pushes in two fingers with ease, the inner folds of Fizz still slick and inviting. He glances up at the clown who’s resting his head back against the glass, eyes shut. Well, he never said no to Blitzø’s mouth, right? The assassin presses closer and darts his tongue out, coiling it around Fizz’s clit.
The clown reacts immediately, choking on the gasp that bursts out of him, a hand latching onto Blitzø’s horn and yanking him away, the assassin pulling his fingers out as he’s pulled back. Blitzø stares up at Fizz, tongue still sticking out of his mouth, a stupidly innocent look on his face. Fizz glares at him before sighing and relaxing his hold, metal fingers still wrapped around one of the horns but no longer holding him in place. “Warn me next time, bitch.”
“Fine. Going back in for more clown puss, bitch. ”
Fizz flips him off with his free hand before his head thunks back against the glass again, moaning as Blitzø latches onto his pussy properly this time, tonguing it gently. “Fuck,” the clown whines, pushing downward, grinding against Blitzø’s face before he catches himself and stops. Blitzø reaches up lazily, grabbing the hand not resting on his horn and pressing it to his head, hoping Fizz gets the message.
He does, clear by how both hands tighten on Blitzø’s horns again, but this time he yanks him closer instead of away, rolling down against the other imp’s mouth and groaning loudly at the feeling, his croaky voice bouncing off the glass of the shower. “Blitzø! Please, more,” Fizz gasps out with another grind, and who is Blitzø to deny him?
Blitzø shifts slightly lower and his tongue presses in and Fizz whines his name again, holding Blitzø as tightly to his cunt as he possibly can. It’s a little funny, seeing as Blitzø can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be than right here, between this fucking jester’s legs. He explores Fizz with his tongue, eating up every little noise and jolt he pulls from him. His cock is aching but it can wait its fucking turn, he’s made himself wait much longer during sessions with Stolas.
Fizz tastes good, he knew he would just from the bit of him he tasted earlier when the clown squirted, but it’s even sweeter from the source. He could stay here all day if Fizz let him, drink him up until he’s got nothing left in him. However, they do have other things on the docket tonight, so he’ll save that for another time.
He pulls off of the clown and gets a throaty “Hey,” in return, surely the start of another snippy comment that he cuts off by jamming two fingers back in the clown’s cunt in place of his tongue. “Oh, fuck!” That’s better. Blitzø targets Fizz’s g-spot immediately, grinning as he stares up at the other imp’s face as he curls in on himself slightly, their eyes locking as Fizz trembles on his fingers.
Satan, he’s beautiful. He’s always been beautiful to Blitzø, for as long as Blitzø has known what beautiful meant, but seeing him now? In such an intimate way, their bodies all kinds of entwined, the clown gasping down at him? He’s breathless himself just from the sight. He has to remind himself to breathe, take it in properly, and keep Fizz entertained as he does.
It’s almost identical to what he’d done to Fizz on the couch, merely shifted from horizontal to vertical. He teases the clown’s clit with one hand, the other buried deep in his pussy, tormenting the jester with a constant onslaught of pleasure. Fizz can do nothing but take it, hands trembling where they still grasp loosely at Blitzø’s horns. Blitzø can’t stop drinking in every shift in Fizz’s face, memorizing the way his mouth looks as he breathes quiet pleas for mercy and Blitzø ignores it. He knows Fizz knows how he can stop him if he really wants to.
“You’re doing so good Fizz, c’mon, let go,” He can feel how Fizz’s cunt clenches around his fingers as he praises him, just like it had earlier on the couch. He’d tease him for it, but he’s just as much of a sucker for praise so it’d be a bit hypocritical. The jester whines, unable to make words anymore. His eyes are open but unfocused, staring blankly down at Blitzø as the imp fingers him roughly.
“You gonna be a good boy again, Fizz?” he coaxes, Fizz, jolting back into himself, eyes refocusing on Blitzø’s face as he nods dumbly and croaks out a little ‘yes’ in reply. Blitzø grins up at him. He’s really close. His cunt is so tight around Blitzø’s fingers it’s almost insane, how can it be so tight after years of the biggest dick in Hell taking it for a ride? He wonders how tight it’ll be on his dick, grimacing at the way his dick twinges with want, and returns his focus to where it should be.
It’s only a few more thrusts in until Fizz cries out, banging back against the glass as he straightens his spine, shaking around Blitzø as he comes again, squirting again all over the other imp. Blitzø doesn’t bother getting out of the spray this time, opening his mouth and lapping up what he can before the shower rinses it away. The clown lets out a breathy little giggle as he reaches the end, his legs shaking, and when Blitzø removes his fingers he immediately slides down the wall, dropping to his ass as his legs give out.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” Blitzø panics, pushing into Fizz’s space immediately, crawling between his splayed legs and cupping the clown’s face. Fizz giggles again, giving him a dopey smile and pulling Blitzø in, kissing him. The assassin stiffens for a moment before settling down. They exchange soft wet kisses until Fizz takes a deep breath and leans his head back against the glass.
“That was fucking great.”
“Which one was better?”
“This one, I think. I knew what to expect, so, not as scared I was gonna piss all over you or something.”
“I mean…” Blitzø grins, laughing as Fizz groans and pushes his face away hard. “I’m just saying! If you’re gonna do it a shower’s the best place to be, right?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Fizz cackles, slapping at Blitzø lightly until the imp leans out of his reach, only to be yanked back in. Robot limbs, right. Fizz pulls him in until Blitzø is inches away again, pressing his forehead to the other imp’s shoulder. “When did you get so good at sex?” he mumbles. His tail curls around Blitzø’s, the two appendages slowly tangling together. Blitzø wraps his arms around Fizz’s shoulders, nestling his head in the crook of his neck and reveling in how good it feels to be able to hold him like this again.
“Probably my twenties,” he answers honestly. “Got up to all kinds of shit then. Tried porn once, even.” Fizz’s head snaps up at that and he pushes Blitzø back to look at his face, eyes flashing with interest. Blitzø groans, rolling his eyes. “We can watch it next time.” Fizz holds out his fist, pinky out. The last time he did that to Blitzø, both of them had normal hands. Calloused from circus life, but still red. Still fully flesh. Blitzø holds his fist out too, offering Fizz his pinky and they loop them together. Metal and red and white. They press their thumbs together then let go and Fizz settles back against his shoulder again, rubbing into it with a little sigh.
They sit like that for a few minutes, just drinking in each other’s presence, nuzzling into the other’s necks, and caressing whatever skin they touch as gently as possible. Eventually, Fizz pulls back again, and Blitzø does the same. The jester is smiling at him mischievously. “Is it my turn to show you how good at sex I’ve gotten?”
Blitzø’s cock, only half-hard now, twitches back to life immediately. Fizz catches it, giggling and biting at his lip as he waits for the go-ahead. Blitzø can feel his heart racing already. “Sure, I mean, fuck yeah. Do you, uh, you want me to stand or?” Fizz crawls around Blitzø, pushing him to scoot back where Fizz had been sitting against the glass.
“Nah, you’re good here. Just, don’t touch the horns, okay?” he glances at Blitzø’s face nervously, relaxing slightly when he sees the genuine understanding on the other’s face as he nods in agreement. Fizz smiles, pressing one more quick kiss to Blitzø’s lips before lowering down, licking his lips as he gets face level with his goal. “What was it you asked me to do before? Get you off with just my mouth?” His eyes flick back up to Blitzø’s face, the other imp gawping as his brain snaps a million memory photos of Fizz like this, inches away from his cock.
“Yeah, I mean, you don’t have to but- Shit!” Blitzø cuts himself off as Fizz plants a kiss on the head of his cock. The assassin’s hips jerk up desperately, Fizz laughing again as he presses his cheek to Blitzø’s cock, rubbing against the shaft. “Fuck, Fizz,” he groans, head tilting back for a moment before he snaps it back down. He’s not missing a second of this.
The jester smiles up at him, turning his face and pressing soft kisses up and down the shaft. “This thing’s fucking impressive, by the way,” Fizzarolli says casually, grinning at the grunt Blitzø gives in reply. His brain is short-circuiting, and words are hard. “I mean, I’ve seen a few dicks now and you’ve got like, incubus-level dong.”
“Don’t say dong when you’re about to suck my dick, dude.”
“Don’t call me dude when I’m about to suck your dong, dick!”
They both burst out laughing, the moment lost, Blitzø shakes his head at Fizz but he can’t stop smiling. Fizz smiles back up at him, then he opens his mouth and swallows Blitzø half-down all at once and the imp curses as his hands grasp at the air desperately. He was so close to grabbing at Fizz’s head but he’s not going to fuck up now. The clown looks up at him from where he’s got Blitzø’s dick in his mouth and he’s fucking smiling around it like the little shit he is.
Blitzø sighs and settles his hands by his sides again, swallowing hard as he waits patiently. Fizz pulls back up, just the cock tip in his mouth, and swirls his tongue around it. His eyes haven’t left Blitzø’s face once yet, and something about that is almost as arousing as the clown’s actual mouth on him, to think he might be drinking in his response just like he’d done with Fizz himself earlier.
“Tease,” he chokes out, groaning at the way the clown’s throaty laugh sends reverberations down his dick. Fizz suckles at his cock head, pulling off it and kissing at the ridge before slipping it back in. He’s good, it’s obvious just from this much that he has been around a dick or five since their last attempt at a blowjob in the back of the horse tent at the circus. Of course, Fizz hadn’t really had to do much more than get his mouth around Blitzø to get him to blow his load then. Everything had been new and overwhelming. It kind of feels like that again, even though he’s had his cock in too many mouths to count by now.
Fizz is different, he’s always been different to Blitzø. If he lets himself think too much he might come too early again, so he tries to distract himself, eyes shutting for a moment. Then Fizz gets him in deeper and he shudders, trying not to buck up, hands scrabbling at the tile floor for something to hold on to and coming up short. He grips at his own thighs, stiffening when Fizz’s hands slide over top of his and pry them up. He laces their fingers together, metal digits over the back of his scarred hands, Fizz popping off his dick and smiling up at him.
“Grip as hard as you want.”
Then he swallows Blitzø down again, and Blitzø grips Fizz’s hands tight, a garbled moan escaping him as Fizz bobs on his cock. He feels so fucking good, just looking at him is enough to make Blitzø want to come immediately, let alone that paired with that wet heat enveloping him. “Fizz,” he groans, catching the other imp’s eyes again and shivering at the look in them. He’s enjoying this, genuinely fucking loving slurping down Blitzø’s dick. He has to look away, balls tight as he fights off the orgasm trying to sneak through.
Thankfully Fizz seems able to tell what he’s doing, pausing, though he doesn’t remove Blitzø from his mouth. Fucking cock warmer. Probably spends days under his rooster’s desk with his mouth full just for the fun of it. Fuck, he’s trying not to come, think of something else. That shitty musical Moxxie recommended he see, Mammon’s Christmas tree ass. He sighs in relief as the urge fades away, loosening his hold on Fizz’s hands slightly and giving the other imp a little nod when their eyes meet again.
Fizz’s lips curl at the corners, and it takes Blitzø a moment to find out why. The clown swallows all of him down, deepthroating Blitzø and holding himself there, throat constricting around Blitzø’s cock head and making the assassin gasp out Fizz’s name, grip on the other’s hands tightening again in an instant. “Holy fuck, Fizz, fuck,” Blitzø’s babbling, writhing underneath the clown at the overwhelming sensation.
Fizzarolli pulls almost all the way off before diving back down, once again swallowing Blitzø fully, lips pressing to his pelvis for a moment before he bobs his head back up again and does it once more. “Satan, Fizz, please, I-, fuck!” Blitzø yelps as Fizz keeps going. It’s amazing, it’s insane, it’s too much. No way can he last much longer. “Fizz, I’m gonna come,” he finally manages, breathing hard as he watches his dick disappear inside the clown’s mouth again. “Fizz!”
The jester looks back up at him again, eyes crinkling slightly, and Blitzø realizes he’s not coming off. He’s gonna swallow everything Blitzø gives him. Fuck. His body jerks taut the next time the jester’s lips touch the base of his cock and he’s coming, spurts shooting right down the clown’s throat. “Fizz,” he chokes out, eyes still locked with the other imp’s as he comes. Fizz pulls back after a couple, swallowing down the mouthful Blitzø gives him and then some, milking Blitzø for all he can give until he pulls out of Fizz’s hands and weakly pushes his shoulders back.
Fizz pops off his cock with a smile, opening his mouth to show Blitzø what little remains of his cum, white streaks on pink tongue before he closes and swallows it down. “Fuck, you’re insane,” Blitzø pants out, horns clattering against the glass as he knocks his head back. The clown laughs, somehow his voice has gotten even raspier.
“Had a lot of practice,” he croaks out. Blitzø laughs breathlessly.
“I’ll bet.”
They sit there again, just letting the shower pour down on them until Fizz gains his bearings and stands up, offering Blitzø a hand. “Wanna dry off and restart the movie? Ozzie’ll be home soon, I can ask him to bring us pizza.” Blitzø takes the hand, dropping it as he steadies himself on shaky legs and grins at Fizz.
“Can I tell him about the mess you made?”
“The mess you made me make? Oh fuck, the couch.”
They pause for a moment, before Fizz waves a hand dismissively, turning to the shower knobs and turning the water off. “Ozzie can just snap it away. Let’s swap to the bed til he gets back, though.”
He reaches back out for Blitzø’s hand, and it takes Blitzø a moment to realize he’s asking for it just to hold it. They used to hold hands constantly as kids. Stopped for a while in their teens when it felt embarrassing, then restarted when it started meaning something different to them. He takes Fizz’s hand in his own. It’s warm from absorbing Blitzø’s body heat, but still hard and inorganic compared to how it once was. The feel is different, but he’ll probably get used to it. He’s looking forward to it.