Mostly, [His tone is distracted, still caught in the playful nature of their exchange, and he watches dazedly as Stolas leans backward. Graceful, like he usually was (unless quite drunk, but-- details), and for a long moment Blitzø can only stare at him. The moment feels so fucking huge, like they've finally leapt a hurdle they've been staring at the entirety of the time they've known each other in their adult lives, and he has to suck in a breath and scoot himself down Stolas' thighs to focus on the sexy shit or he might actually cry.]

[Fucking with feelings involved was a goddamn minefield, what the fuck.]

[Angles, though. He could do angles. He knocks the goetia's knees apart and folds himself to sit between them, skimming his hands up the legs of his pants and drumming his claws against his knees.] There's... probably a good couple of angles from down here, which is where I'm usually at. Funny that I've never actually eaten you out while you're standing? Note to self: amend that.