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Fuck, today was rough, Blitzø thought, slumping against the couch of his tiny apartment. It was quiet; Loona had taken Octavia out to a party for the night.
"She needs the life experience," she told him, chuckling, "We won't be back till tomorrow morning."
Stolas was out too, shopping presumably. Blitzø didn't want to pry too much, he just let the tall bird go out and explore on his own. Blitzø's mind wandered…
He had been living with Stolas for a year now. Things weren't as awkward between them anymore, much to his relief, and the two had grown comfortable around each other. It wasn't quite clear to Blitzø how Stolas felt about him. Did he wanna stay friends? Was he still interested in him? Blitzø didn't want to read too much into Stolas's affection— he was just… like that. It was endearing, but confusing nonetheless.
Blitzø loved everything about the tall demon. He loved the elegance of his voice, the grace of his movements, the little hoots of amusement he made whenever Blitzø went on a tangent about horses… It made the imp blush, though admittedly, it was hard to see through his already red complexion.
Oh, that bird… He'll be the death of me. He thought about the curvature of Stolas's legs, the sly, knowing smile he'd flash when he caught Blitzø looking, the sway of his hips. Oh, it all made Blitzø's head spin. He could practically feel Stolas's gaze upon him, looking his imp up and down while he laid back, sprawled across his bed, waiting for passionate fornication. He wanted to feel his breath, hot against his lips while they kissed, he wanted his face buried in his feathers while he rutted against his soft, plush thighs…
Blitzø didn't notice until then that he was bucking his hips. He looked around to reassure himself that he was, in fact, alone before unzipping his pants. He was firm in his hand, precum beading at the tip of his cock. He wiped it down his length with his thumb, and pumped slowly. He touched himself delicately, like how he thought Stolas would. He imagined what his pretty bird would say…
"Oh, Blitzy, look at yourself… getting hard just over some thoughts? My, my, I wasn't aware you wanted me that badly~" he'd coo.
He quickened his pace, his hand now slick with precum. He thought of Stolas guiding him through it, praising him, stroking his cheek like he would to a pet he was fond of.
"There you go, that's it. Let me take care of you… you're so pretty, my darling."
Blitzø let out a soft whine. His other hand roamed about his chest and neck, petting and stroking and caressing the way he wanted Stolas to. Fuck, he was starved of it. His tall, pretty, elegant, perfect prince was so close to him all the time and yet, he was still starved as all get out.
He did not notice his phone buzz with a notification from Stolas.
I'm on my way! I'll be there in five minutes :)
In his head Stolas was perched above him, his perfect thighs straddling him while he pumped Blitzø's cock with his delicate hand. Each stroke felt like pure bliss… he wished he could feel like this for hours, and at the same time, he needed more. He needed to be inside of him, taken to the hilt. He needed to hear the lewd, wet sounds of their deliciously sinful lovemaking… he needed to lean into Stolas's soft plumage and hold on to him tight. He needed to feel close, so close that their bodies practically melted together. He needed to be reduced to a blissful, mindless mess beneath his beloved. Oh Stolas, Stolas, Stolas, Sto—
The front door shut with a click. FUCK. Blitzø whipped his head around and was met with the object of his desire.
"Stols, fuck, I am so sorry—" he stammered, trying to find an excuse, "I- I didn't know you'd be home so soon! Sorry, I was just—"
Stolas smiled that same sly, knowing smile that Blitzø had been longing for. "You know, Blitz, you were calling my name out..."
"I- Oh, I was?" the imp began to sweat, "Oh, hahah, you must've misheard, sorry…"
The white in Stolas's glowing eyes dialated. The bird looked hungry. "Oh? Then I suppose you don't want my… help?" His voice lowered to a lewd, breathy tone on the last word.
Blitzø gulped. "Well, I mean… A-Are you sure? I'd hate to make this awkw—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the former prince was upon him, unbuttoning Blitzø's shirt. His fingers moved in quick, practiced, precise patterns, having undressed Blitzø many times before. It had been awhile, but it was just as though he had never stopped. Within a minute, Blitzø's clothes were off, discarded to the floor. Stolas moved to remove his own shirt and pants, but Blitzø stopped him.
"Here, let me."
The imp lifted Stolas's shirt, tenderly, almost like he was afraid to go any faster and ruin his chances at having him to himself. It took great effort to pull the shirt over the extremely tall bird's head, but he smiled with the satisfaction of success. Soon, Stolas's pants also joined the pile on the floor. Fuck, he's so pretty.
"Now, Blitzy, why don't you tell me what it was you were thinking about?" Stolas climbed on top of Blitzø.
The position was a bit awkward, but Blitzø decided it was worth being able to look up at him. Blitzø hesitated with his answer, nervous about what Stolas might think and also a bit out of practice with dirty talk, much to his surprise.
"Fuck, uhm," Blitzø started, "I was just thinking about… you. On top of me, straddling me while you… jacked me off."
"Oh? That's all?" Stolas teased, "How disappointing…"
"A-and also, you riding me… praising me, telling me how good I'm doing," Blitzø looked away, embarrassed, "Fuck, sorry, I know you're used to me being rough a-and dominating—"
"No, I actually very much like this fantasy, Blitz," he smiled, warmly.
Stolas promptly adjusted his position, now straddling Blitzø just above his aching cock. "Would you like me to do that now?" he asked.
Blitzø nodded shyly.
Blitzø didn't even have time to register how wet Stolas was for him until he was taken to the hilt inside of him. He groaned, a deep rumble at the back of his throat. Instinctively, he bucked his hips into the source of his pleasure with a pained neediness. Stolas hummed lightly, and pressed his hand flat against Blitzø's chest. It wasn't in any way forceful, just a firm, consistent pressure. It almost felt reassuring.
Stolas lifted his hips up and sank back down on the imp's twitching, needy length. He moved at a painfully slow pace, fully sheathing and unsheathing Blitzø's cock with each movement. Blitzø needed more, dammit! He whined, surprising Stolas. The owl had never heard such a noise from Blitzø, but fuck, it was hot.
"Make that noise again, Blitz, it was beautiful," he instructed, his voice high and breathy.
Blitzø whined again, this time louder. He screwed his eyes shut and let his mouth hang open, breathless.
Stolas started to move faster, getting a feel for it. Undoubtedly, he was very vocal. Each time he plunged Blitzø's cock inside, he let out a wail of pleasure. Blitzø was intoxicated by his bird's pretty sounds. Oh, how he missed them. He reached up and held Stolas's waist, pushing him down and encouraging him to go faster.
Stolas picked up on that. "Oh, very good, Blitzy… good job taking what you want…"
Stolas gushed praise as he chased the addicting feeling of pleasure.
"Blitz, fuck, you feel so good…"
He sank down.
"You're so good… you're taking it so well…"
He rose.
"You have no idea…" he gasped for air, as he sank down once more, "…how much I needed this…"
Blitzø's head was spinning. He felt the same way, he had needed it for so long, he needed it more than he needed to fill his lungs with air. It was finally here, his heart, his beautiful bird, unraveling on top of him. Looking at him like this for the first time in so long felt so good.
"Blitzy… I'm s-so close…" he panted doggedly, bucking his hips erratically.
Blitzø felt heat pool in his pelvis. He dug his claws into Stolas's sides and rutted brutally inside him. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Stolas's stomach, whimpering and panting and drooling into his feathers like a needy, desperate animal. Filthy, slick noises filled the air. The two demons were desperate, sounding like starved creatures who had just been thrown a bone.
"Fuck— yes— right— there— you're such a good boy, Blitzy…" Stolas let out a loud groan as he came hard on Blitzø's cock, clenching around him.
God, the praise was too much, Blitzø threw his head back, spilling his cum deep inside Stolas. He fell back limply, letting go of Stolas's waist. Stolas followed suit, laying clumsily over Blitzø. He was too big to be the one laying over him, but Blitzø didn't care. He just wanted his bird. Blitzø snuggled up against Stolas, breathing him in and sighing contentedly.
After a little while, Stolas broke the silence. "I didn't think you still wanted me…"
Blitzø held him tighter and muttered against his feathers, "Always."