7 for blitz please please please please please please <3 <3 <3
hope you're doing well salem!! <3
I am! especially after writing this softness :)
prompt #7: a romantic kiss.
You watch Blitzø’s claws with sleepy eyes as they map out the skin of your wrist, following the line of your arm at an almost glacial pace. You’re laying on your back, cradled by soft sheets and plush cushions – a far cry from the hookups the two of you usually share on his couch. Blitzø seems to be enjoying catching his breath in the comfort of your bed too, stretched out on his stomach beside you. His tail twitches back and forth – you can feel it brush against your calf each time it slides past, a soft, soft purr reverberating in the imp’s chest.
His fingertips continue their journey up along your arm, goosebumps following in their wake. His eyes are wide and focused, watching the way his hand looks against your skin, almost like a cat watching the movements of a new toy as it’s waved back and forth in front of them. You hum in approval as Blitzø’s fingers reach the curve of your shoulder, exhaling a smile as he takes that as instruction to smooth his palm over your collarbone. It dips down to glide a claw over the curve that marks the top of your breast for a moment, and he smirks softly to himself when your breath catches. You’re still aching between your thighs, but your nipples tighten under his gaze at the fleeting touch.
Usually, that would be enough to convince Blitzø to pinch your nipples or bring his mouth to your breasts, but instead his hand moves back up. It tickles lightly at the hollow of your throat for a moment before his hand cups your throat, taking a gentle but certain hold of it.
Blitzø uses his hold on your throat to turn your head towards him, pushing himself up onto his elbows in the same moment. He meets your eye, a weight in his gaze that makes your brow furrow, the corner of your lips tilt upward.
“You okay?”
Blitzø’s own lips twitch in pride at the huskiness cadence of your voice. “I… I wanna try somethin’.”
Your smile widens slightly, and you try for playful in your voice despite the way he’s looking at you making something heavy sink into your chest. “Is it something that requires lube?”
He shakes his head slowly, his eyes still studying your face. His hand leaves your throat to instead slide up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Something… some unfamiliar kind of excitement so different from the raw desire you usually feel for him bursts into your chest.
Then, Blitzø lowers his face to yours, and he kisses you.
The kiss is far, far softer than his usual ones, his lips a gentle pressure against yours. It’s almost searching; his thumb keeps on stroking your cheek as you feel his tail wind its way around your ankle. His lips are soft but still needy, his tongue just touching your bottom lip for a moment. His body shifts closer to you, his chest pressing against your shoulder, and you touch your fingers to his hip, smoothing up over the soft skin of his waist. He shivers under your touch, that purr growing louder for a moment before he finally pulls away again.
Blitzø settles back on his elbows, meeting your eye again. He looks almost thoughtful… concerned… his brow furrowed.
You clear your throat self-consciously, smiling up at him softly. “That was it? That’s… what you wanted to try?”
He nods, and you can see a blush beginning to stain his cheeks in the low light.
Oh.
“…And?”
Blitzø swallows, fumbles for a moment for something to say… then he shrugs, burying his face in the curve of your throat and slinging an arm around your waist. The curve of his horn bumps against your jaw, and you reach up and stroke it tentatively.
Blitzø’s breath is warm and ticklish against your throat as he admits in a muffled voice, “It was okay.”
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