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A/N: Back again with the fastest, Fluffiest Oneshot before Season 2 of Hazbin ruins my Soft with the evil TV man lol No beta, we die like Adam- Basically, just an excuse to write some domestic comedy, some Blitz Being Blitz, and of course Stolitz gettin' down and nasty, but Softly this time.
Never done one like this before, so it was fun to find my limits and where I've been hiding Secret Talents at! Let me know if it worked for you, or if it didn't :) Comments, concrit, emojiis... Always welcome! <3 I read them all, I promise!
Soft Touch
The sun was rising- Or maybe it was the moon. Who knew anymore. Certainly not Blitz, wrapped snugly around his sleeping owl prince like a warm, purring blanket with one eye barely cracked open.
He sighed into a slow, sleepy smile, and beside him Stolas automatically drew him in closer and murmured something about safety and ‘I love you’. Blitz’s eyes slid open at the unconscious gesture, knowing Stolas was trying to comfort a nightmare Blitz wasn’t having for once even though his prince had been so exhausted after their marathon session yesterday that he’d fallen asleep in the shower.
Luckily they’d been sitting in the tub this time, actually washing off after Satan even knew how many hours spent tangled in one another while they thoroughly ignored the rest of the world, but Blitz had caught his prince in deft, capable hands, finished washing off his bird, then carried him to bed while Blitz had stayed up a little longer to clean up the room and make things comfortable for when his prince next woke.
This weekend had started with an argument over a hairbrush between Octavia and Loona, both kids crammed into the shoebox of a bathroom back at the apartment, jostling for space at the mirror while Loona ran late for a coffee date with her Secret Girlfriend everybody actually knew about extremely publicly, but pretended not to because it made Loona uncomfortable and anxious to admit it was Millie’s sister Sallie May she was lip-locking every second day.
Millie knew, of course, but between juggling a difficult pregnancy, Moxxie’s anxiety and Blitz’s well-meaning ‘care’ that often came in the form of loud, messy disasters that Millie then had to help Stolas smooth over, she’d opted to leave things alone until Loona felt ready to approach her.
Which was how, one fine Thursday, Octavia had found herself jerked roughly back and away from the bathroom mirror by the frantic hellhound yelling about ‘late for coffee!’ and ‘Get the fuck outta here!’ while Octavia was still half-asleep and mid-pull of a particularly vicious snarl in her headfeathers.
Loona had pulled the freshly-eighteen owlet away from the bathroom mirror and tossed her unceremoniously into the narrow ‘hallway’ between the couch and the bathroom door that was really more of a bumrush into the livingroom at eight am. Octavia had screamed, her arm jerking an entire handful of feathers out of her head at the rough movements, which had instantly summoned Stolas out of sleep from his place on the beaten old couch.
Blitz had come running through the balcony door the second the sound of his prince asking ‘Are you alright?’ had drifted through the tiny sliver of a gap he’d left in the sliding door for exactly this reason, rushing to Octavia’s side as her father wrapped her up in his lap and gently helped her work the hairbrush loose from her hair as Octavia cried at the sudden pain of having her feather torn out for no reason and swore an absolute blue streak at Loona, who was barely paying them any attention at all.
“Loonie, I know you’re late for Sallie, but this ain’t it.” Blitz had scolded in the too-soft way he had of handling anything to do with Loona when she stepped out of line. “Just text her! Fuck sake!”
The room had frozen then, even Octavia falling completely silent as Loona turned, eyes huge and her expression horrified as she locked her furious gaze on Blitz.
“What!” she’d howled in a clear panic. “It’s not fuckin’- Why- I- It’s just coffee! Fuck you, asshole! Why the fuck would you say that!”
Blitz had instantly fallen all over himself apologizing, trying to smooth things over while Loona screamed at him that he had a big fuckin’ mouth and he was the worst Dad in Hell, how could he, and Blitz was beginning to look so pathetic and desperate for a way to take back his impulsive slip that Octavia took pity on him.
“Loona! Everybody already knows!” Via had snapped in her best courtly command straight into the middle of a fifteenth heartfelt apology from Blitz, and the imp’s eyes had widened as both he and Loona whipped around to stare at Via still in her father’s arms on the living room floor.
“Everybody knows you’re with Sallie May!” Via repeated with an annoyed huff of breath at the hound. “We’re happy for you, okay? Even Millie, I promise.”
Loona frowned at her. “E-Even Millie?” she echoed in clear disbelief. “‘Cause she didn’t say anything, and I figured it’s her sister, so like…”
She trailed off awkwardly, one arm coming up to hug herself around the chest as she bit her lip nervously. Via pulled herself hastily to her feet and put an arm around the much broader shoulders.
“Yeah, it is.” Via had agreed gently and carefully, rubbing Loona’s back as the huge hellhound seemed to shrink down into her sleep top. “She hasn’t said anything because she doesn’t want to freak you out- She said you’d come to her when you were ready, plus there’s the baby coming a-and work, and my dad, and your dad, and Moxxie’s about to be a dad…” Via shook her head to keep herself on track as Loona looked across at her and swallowed a shaky breath. “S-So like, you know… It’s a lot. She didn’t want to make you feel bad about it or anything- She’s glad Sallie’s happy, that’s all.”
Loona caught and held Octavia’s four bright violet eyes for a moment, then two, then nodded shortly and swiped the back of one rough hand over her eyes. “Y-Yeah? Tell me everything.” she said by way of invitation as she took a step back towards the bathroom. “I gotta finish this fucking hair or she’s gonna think I’m a fuckin’ mess like my dumbass dad. Can you believe he just fuckin’ said that? Like, in front of the whole world, no thoughts in his damn head?”
Via giggled as she followed the hound back into the tiny bathroom and rolled her eyes the way only teenage girls could manage. “I know. I thought my dad was embarrassing and stupid about boys. Oh my lords, were you going to just die? I would have- One time, I remember my dad and I-”
They’d gone right back to fixing their hair, their makeup, Loona helping Via untangle the brush from her hair without even being asked, gossiping and laughing as if they’d grown up doing this, and Blitz had turned to his prince with a bewildered, trembling expression on his open features.
“I didn’t mean to…” Blitz had said very, very softly, and Stolas had picked himself up at once.
“I know darling, it’s alright.” the prince had soothed as his arms wrapped Blitz securely up against him and one hand cradled the back of his imp’s head. “It’s alright, she understands. I know she does- See them laughing? Hm? I’m here my love, I’m right here…”
“Dad?” Loona had called after ten minutes had passed and Blitz still hadn’t pulled back from his prince to make himself coffee or whatever.
Blitz had instantly looked up at the sound of her voice, eyes huge and full of stubbornly unshed tears. Loona rolled her eyes at the sight and waved with the hairbrush that had started it all.
“I’m not mad anymore, dumbass.” Loona growled at her idiot father. “Just don’t expect me to tell you about my girlfriend anymore. You clearly can’t keep a secret.”
She’d smirked at him as she delivered the line, letting Blitz know he really wasn’t in trouble anymore, and he’d tossed his daughter a casual middle finger back.
“Yeah, right, Loonie.” Blitz had smirked obnoxiously “If you think I won’t put on a dress and follow you to a club some night just to make sure she’s treatin’ my baby girl right, think twice.”
Loona had groaned like he was the biggest pain in the ass alive (because he was), and thrown her head back dramatically. “Dad!” she howled “Don’t make me kick your ass!”
Which was how Loona had accidentally shoved Octavia in the shoulder with her elbow, which had caused the owl princess to tug a little too hard on the brush and rip yet more feathers out of her head with a loud, hard cry of pain.
Except this time Octavia hadn’t cried. She’d rounded on Loona with the fistful of torn feathers in her hand and unleashed such a blistering streak of profanities that Stolas had blushed and covered his ears like a newly fledged chick in an effort to block out the sound of his sweet little girl swearing so roughly even Blitz looked impressed.
Loona had instantly squared her shoulders, doubled down defensively as the confrontation made her bristle before she could remember Via was only a kid in front of her, and that had been the better part of an hour spent arguing, screaming, apologizing through tears and making up between the girls, then Stolas helping Loona teach Via how to cover the little bald patch at the back of her head so the teenager could be seen outside.
Loona had abandoned Stolas to the work just five minutes into the endeavor, her phone buzzing with a text presumably from Sallie May that made her eyes go wide and her feet start running for her room and clean clothes. Stolas had quietly stepped in to help his daughter fix her hair, which was promptly crammed under Via’s usual toque anyway, but Stolas wasn’t stupid enough to comment on the ridiculous contradiction. He’d raised a teenager through to adulthood, after all, and some fights just weren’t worth winning in the end.
Friday, nobody had been patient with each other as Stolas and Blitz tripped over each other all fucking day, trying to find clothes and shoes, and paperwork at the office, and who left a caramel and cheese sandwich at Stolas’s desk for him to accidentally sit on, and why was Stolas about to throw away Blitz’s perfectly good breakfast for? His feathered ass had been in Blitz’s mouth naked before, what the fuck was the big deal now he had pants on this time? And-
Loona and Octavia had done a bit better that day, working hard to referee their stupid dads as Stolas snarked at every second thing Blitz said or did, and Blitz responded with increasingly childish mockery and graphically uncomfortable sex acts he swore Stolas wouldn’t ever get from him again if this kept up.
“Ew, Dad!” Via complained after the fourth straight time Blitz had made some awful joke at Stolas about ‘only time you won’t let me eat off your ass is when I’m starvin’ after a rough job, huh?’ “Make him stop being gross! I can hear you, Blitz!”
To which Blitz had grinned slyly and waved a casual hand over at her father. “Yeah? Well tell him to get me a new cheese sandwich! Extra caramel, heavy on the hot sauce! Not my fault this big dumb chicken stole my lunch!”
“You left it on my chair!” Stolas shot back indignantly. “And I have caramel in my tail feathers, fuck you unkindly!”
“You promise?” Blitz smirked with a ridiculous eyebrow waggle at his prince. “I’ll even let you top. How’s that for gentleman?”
“Dad!” Loona had yelled at the exact same time Via pulled her toque down over her ears and screwed all four eyes shut as she cried “Blitz!”, and even Stolas had bitten his lip to hide a giggle that time.
They’d calmed considerably after that, and Blitz had gone back to mostly good-natured teasing and reminding Moxxie how expendable he was at I.M.P, but then Stolas had knocked a meticulously sorted pile of paperwork off his desk and all over the floor, Blitz had rushed in to help his prince pick them back up, and Stolas had gone brightly, furiously scarlet as Blitz grabbed and creased anything he could shove into his arms without a care in the world.
Invoices smeared with the peanut butter from Blitz’s scavenged lunch all over the imp’s fingers, bills from utility companies crumpled and folded like old takeaway fliers, and Blitz obliviously crammed multi-page documents that had come loose and scattered in with office memos, open case files and literally takeout menus in his usual no-fucks-given way.
“Here ya go Feathers!” Blitz had said with a proud little smile as he offered Stolas the ruined pile of work. “All good! I gotcha!”
What Stolas had called his stupid, thoughtless, idiot boyfriend then had had Blitz running for the florist and the nearest open perfume boutique for Stolas’s favourite expensive preening oils and an ‘I’m so sorry’ box of expensive strawberries covered in milk chocolate.
The owl prince had grudgingly accepted the bag of hand-picked apology items, along with Blitz’s meek little ‘I’ll do better, pretty bird. I didn’t mean it…’, but Blitz had still ended up alone on the beanbag that night even after Stolas had said they were fine.
Normally arguments or even outright fights like this ended with Blitz coyly coaxing his fussy prince back to him with kisses, gentle touches and absolutely filthy innuendos that had Via and Loona gagging behind their fathers’s backs as Stolas stubbornly pretended to be angry for a few minutes longer and Blitz got progressively more saccharine in his efforts until Stolas finally cracked and giggled at his stupid imp, kissing the ridiculous grin and sliding his long, delicate hands down Blitz’s back until Blitz answered with a squeeze of Stolas’s ass or a nip up at his collarbone.
Except this time everything had been so busy, so crowded, that even after Blitz had offered up his sincere apology and the fancy basket full of all of Stolas’s favourites, the pair hadn’t had time for more than a quick cheek kiss from Blitz, and Stolas had definitely noticed the change in his imp’s behaviour, which had started an entirely new fight, which had dominoed into a screaming match over a dishtowel before breakfast even started, and Via had rolled her eyes so hard Loona had been afraid the teenager was going to seriously hurt herself doing it before she stepped directly into the middle of their furious dads and shoved a firm hand into her father’s chest.
“Dad.” Via had said in her most no-bullshit tone, all seven feet of her drawn up to look her taller father in all four red eyes. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but here.”
She shoved her wallet at Stolas, who blinked down at it in complete confusion and even Blitz scowled at her like Octavia had suddenly lost her mind. The teenager sighed in exasperation.
“Take my card. Get out of this tin can of an apartment-” She held up a hand as Blitz bristled and nodded in acknowledgement of his objection. “Like, respectfully. I’m glad I have a place to live okay? But you two?”
She waved at both her dads, and Blitz softened instantly at being included in the same treatment Stolas was getting from his daughter.
“You two need to get out of here and go somewhere where you can…” Via shuddered as she made a face at her next words. “Make up.”
Stolas had been so taken aback at his daughter’s blunt words that he’d been shocked out of being angry, and Blitz had looked ready to argue, then gone slack-jawed as he saw it too, and looked up at Via.
“How the fuck did you know…” he asked without thinking, and Via heaved an annoyed sigh at him.
“Because, Blitz. Normally you’re all over my dad after a day like this, but we just….” She waved around the cramped apartment full of too many bodies, Loona taking up most of the kitchen table just by virtue of existing, the three chairs and four bodies around the old table…
“It’s been chaotic at work, home is very cozy, and as much as I’m relieved not to have to watch my dad crawling all over my other dad,” Via made a face as she finished. “Your entire relationship is touch. You need this, and I need to live in a house without assholes arguing over, what? Where to hang the fucking tea towels?”
Via raised an eyebrow at her father still holding a kitchen towel in one hand as if the fabric had personally offended him, and Stolas put a hand on his hip defensively.
“It goes on the fridge door the way it always has!” he insisted, and Blitz instantly rounded on his bird.
“Stove door! Like a regular house!” he shot back hotly, and Stolas leaned in with an absolutely dangerous look in his four red eyes to snark back at his boyfriend.
“See!” Via cried before the two idiots could get back into it. “Take my card- It still works off the royal accounts. It’s fine. Go get a hotel room someplace and don’t come back until you’re ready to be normal again!”
And they had, because Via had threatened to cry, and when Blitz had looked like he might actually hold his ground despite the tremble in Via’s lower lip and her huge, soulful eyes that looked so much like her father’s filled with actual (fake) tears, Loona had bodily picked the imp up and snapped her fingers at Stolas like a general commanding her army.
She frog-marched them both to the front door, Stolas following automatically with Via’s wallet and the offending dishtowel still clutched between his hands, dressed in his rattiest old lounge pants and a messy sleep top. Loona pulled the door open, snapped ‘out!’ at him in a no-nonsense tone that made Stolas do it without a word, then dropped Blitz unceremoniously to the concrete hallway at his bird’s feet.
“Don’t come back until you kiss and make up. I don’t care where you do it as long as it’s not in front of me.” she’d told them, and the next thing both Blitz and Stolas had heard was the slamming door behind Loona’s retreating back and the loud click of the deadbolt being turned.
“I don’t even have a shirt or shoes on!” Blitz had howled indignantly after his daughter, scrambling to his feet and crossing his arms over his bare chest in the old hallway. “At least gimme real clothes! It’s fuckin’ October!”
“Not my fuckin’ problem! Stay out!” Loona’s muffled voice had called back, and Blitz had looked up at Stolas with a scowl that had nothing to do with his prince this time.
“Let’s get a fuckin’ room someplace.” Blitz had grumbled as if the whole ordeal were a massive inconvenience to him, because it was, and Stolas felt himself taking the harsh tone personally for a second, then thought about what Via had said in the kitchen.
“I… We really should, shouldn’t we?” he said in a low, inviting purr that had Blitz instantly focused only on his prince in seconds. “As much as I’m going to have words with our daughters about this little display, I can’t help but feel Via had a point…”
That had been all it took to get Blitz moving, and when Stolas swept in to scoop up his half-naked lover and carry him down the apartment stairs to a waiting rideshare Blitz had ordered off the phone he’d thankfully had stashed in his shorts pocket, Blitz forgot everything about the teatowel they’d been arguing over except how convenient a blindfold it was about to make for them.
Which it had, Blitz smirked as he eyed the folded, well-used strip of fabric sitting abandoned by the top of his prince’s head in the plush hotel bed. They'd caught a ride to Lust, found the fanciest hotel with an open weekend spot for them- in a suite, naturally, Stolas had insisted- and once the door had closed behind them, all bets were off. Just like their clothes.
Stolas sighed in his sleep, and Blitz nestled down closer to the silky, freshly-washed chest feathers sticking up every which way in front of him. They hadn’t had time yet to preen them the way Stolas needed, Blitz noted distantly. They’d made it up to their hotel room yesterday morning, spent a grand total of fifteen minutes apologizing about the towel argument, and the Cheese Sandwich Incident, and the fact that Blitz had apologized eight times about that damn fuckin’ caramel already, and Stolas had said he forgave Blitz-
And the rest had been a blur as Stolas ripped his old tshirt off, Blitz swept his prince up into a roguish dip that ended in hard, sloppy kisses and four clawed hands grabbing and pulling at each other’s bodies and clothes while the heat from their recent argument was still smoldering hot enough to make their first session unbearably sexy.
Blitz felt his cock twitch here and now at the thought of it, one hand sliding idly into Stolas’s chest feathers to play there as he revisited the memories of the day before and inhaled his prince’s sweet floral scent.
The new preening oils they’d ordered from hotel room service had been extra fancy as Blitz swiped the royal money card Via had tossed at them to pay for them. Something fancy and new Stolas had picked out after painstakingly making the poor slob who’d answered his call down to the front desk read out the entire list of available scents and all their ingredients.
Blitz pulled in a low, slow breath as he toyed with Stolas’s fluffy chest feathers and his free hand snaked in around his bird’s thigh tucked up under one of Blitz’s legs. Something flowery, softer than the usual lavender or lilacs. Laced through with vanilla that wasn’t overwhelming or offensive, and a gentle, deliciously honeyed type of flower Blitz couldn’t name if he’d cared enough to listen when Stolas had explained it to him earlier.
He inhaled the new scent, reveling in how perfectly Stolas it was, how soft the feathers between his fingers and under his chin were. How much he loved laying here like this, freshly showered after a marathon of wild, unrestrained sex they could never have had at the apartment even with both girls gone. There just wasn’t room anymore, and the old wood flooring hurt his ass and hips after falling asleep on it at Blitz’s age. Stolas never fared much better after a night spent on the hardwood, but then again, when his prince woke up stiff and cranky about the sore shoulders, the kinked knees, the uncomfortable tightness in his back… Blitz got the fun of helping his bird feel better.
Blitz smirked into the feathers as he pictured one of those massages that ended with steamy, soapy shower sex and Stolas screaming his name so hard it echoed across the tiled bathroom walls.
He trailed a claw up the rounded thigh he had under his left hand, his right buried under the warm chest fluff, and Stolas groaned in front of him without opening his eyes.
Blitz grinned like a cat caught in the cream and slid his hand up through Stolas’s feathers, claws down and whispering ever-so-gently across the sensitive skin he knew was just beneath the grey plumage. Stolas shivered, and Blitz lifted his chin to watch his prince slowly open his eyes above him.
He kept his hand moving across Stolas’s chest, that single claw on Stolas’s thigh circling lazily around the bare edge of the curve where Stolas’s ass tapered down into his long, perfect leg.
“Mm, Blitz…” Stolas mumbled blearily “Darling, I’m not ready…”
“Take your time.” Blitz murmured against Stolas’s sternum as he dropped a soft, soothing little kiss down right between his bird’s ribs. “M’not in a hurry.”
His hand snuck up a fraction, sliding up through the feathers at Stolas’s throat so the imp could cup his prince’s fluffy cheek in one palm and trace the edge of his thumb over that soft, round jawline he loved so much.
“Can’t believe this’s mine…” Blitz whispered half to himself as Stolas screwed up his features in a clear bid to catch what little sleep he still could despite the big, strong hands all over him. “Holy fuckin’ shit how’d I get this lucky…”
“I said no, Blitz…” Stolas whined even as he wriggled in closer to his imp and tucked the leg caught between Blitz’s knees higher into Blitz’s body. “M’not… Mm, yes darling there… Just there…”
Blitz smirked as he rubbed at Stolas’s hip with the pad of his thumb, finding Stolas’s favourite spot and adding just enough pressure to it with the tip of his claw that he felt the telltale warmth pooling up against his knee where Stolas was tucked up against him.
“Take your time.” Blitz repeated in a dreamy little undertone. “I’m just enjoyin’ the view.”
His hands brushed back the stray feathers over Stolas’s cheek, traded the spot on Stolas’s hip for the crease between his stomach and his upper thigh, lingering and lazy as he touched without expectation or demand. Just exploring, loving the way Stolas was giving up tiny sounds of pleasure the longer it all went on, the way the heat pressed into his knee intensified, began to ramp up into arousal as Blitz kept his hands moving and Stolas lay there half-awake and let him.
Big, strong hands passed over delicate feathers, the scent of vanilla and lilacs curling up around Blitz and pulling a sappy, lovedrunk smile out of him even as he shifted his left hand up into the shorter, messier feathers on Stolas’s stomach and ran his thumb idly over the slight roundness he found there. Relished the softness of a bit more weight than he’d been used to on his prince now he was eating meals more regularly, and Blitz felt a hard streak of pride make his chest puff out as he lowered his gaze to watch the ripple of feathers over subtle curves.
He lingered over Stolas’s navel, circling the tiny indent with a clawed fingertip, idly tracing the outline of it while his palm worked the gorgeous body under his hand. He dropped random kisses down against the midline of his prince as he did it, a sigh of total contentment bubbling up and over in his lungs as he basked in his perfect, sexy prince under his hands.
Stolas groaned again, duskier and deeper this time, and Blitz shifted his hand further up the line of Stolas’s body.
“Sorry baby- I’ll back off a little.” Blitz apologized into another kiss against Stolas’s chest. “M’just lookin’, I swear.”
“You better not be.” Stolas shot back archly. He was clearly still half-asleep, alert enough to know what and who was around him, but unwilling to wake all the way and forfeit sleep entirely yet. He wriggled down against Blitz, who briefly lifted both hands and let his prince move freely, and Stolas used his knees to pull Blitz’s thigh up closer against him.
Blitz took the clear invitation on offer and slipped his hand back up around Stolas’s thigh, trailing his fingers up and over the round swell of prince this time before finding his spot against the soft, feathery stomach again and resuming his slow exploration of the area.
“Mm more, Blitzy.” Stolas asked dreamily. “Just like that, but more…”
“More huh?” Blitz laughed, bringing his right hand up along Stolas’s side and sliding his palm up under the back of his bird’s head. “Thought you said you’re not ready for a round twenty-seven?”
Stolas shook his head vaguely, eyes half-open as he arched up into Blitz’s hands and his hips began to rock slowly against his imp’s knee. “Not yet.” he said faintly. “Keep moving.”
Blitz hid a smile at the way his bird could outpace even him on a good day- And today was certainly shaping up to be a good fuckin’ day so far.
He put his chin down against Stolas’s chest, the hand still smoothing down feathers as he ruffed them up at Stolas’s stomach adding a sliver of pressure as Stolas hissed his appreciation and rocked his hips a little closer to Blitz’s knee.
“All mine…” Blitz breathed as he mouthed kisses up through the fluffy feathers he loved so much. “Only mine, always just for me…”
“Yours.” Stolas echoed as his entire body began to tremble minutely. “Always. Love of my life…”
“Love of my fuckin’ life.” Blitz agreed as he inhaled the smell of flowers and vanilla. His eyes slid shut as he lost himself in the heady, singular scent of his prince, and Stolas let out a soft little groan as Blitz briefly stilled to take in the moment.
“Blitz…” Stolas whispered in a needy little whine. “Please…”
His hips rocked down, just once, into the top of Blitz’s knee, and the wet streak of clear arousal Stolas left behind had Blitz instantly hard and wanting.
“Oh fuck…” Blitz breathed into Stolas’s chest. His hand tightened around a fistful of feathers beside his face, the hand across Stolas’s stomach slipping down to the soft swell of tapered feathers that marked the beginning of the part between Stolas’s thighs.
“Just like that…” Stolas encouraged as his own hands found Blitz’s shoulders and hooked up under his imp’s strong arms. “Just like that…”
He pressed his body down into Blitz’s leg, the sudden pool of wet heat making Blitz’s tail go iron-hard as the spines along his back shivered, and Stolas held him closer.
“Just like that…” Stolas whispered against Blitz’s birthmark, and Blitz dragged his clawed hand up the line of Stolas’s chest, up along his collarbone, ghosting his fingertips against his prince’s neckline, and Stolas moaned.
“Yes Blitzy…” Stolas growled quietly, body rolling down into Blitz’s knee as he teased himself and Blitz did nothing but hold still and use his hands to give his prince whatever he wanted next.
Blitz’s hand at the soft mound of feathers just above Stolas’s squirming hips slipped lower, but not low enough to touch the soaking body in front of him. Blitz cupped his palm over that little rise, letting his fingers card through the wet feathers just below, but not doing more than idly playing with them as Stolas rocked against him and pressed himself closer against his imp.
“Lover yes…” Stolas breathed into a soft little kiss pinned to Blitz’s temple. “Fuck yes, Blitz… Just like this…”
Blitz felt his own cock throbbing, begging to be touched, but refused to pull his hand up to do anything about it. He wasn’t about to let go of the handful of downy chest fluff either as Stolas began to roll his whole body into Blitz’s chest and the friction of the movement ghosted just enough attention over his rock-hard cock to make everything else feel amazing and electric.
“Oh fuck baby bird…” Blitz groaned as Stolas surged into him and kissed the curve of one cheek, one hand slipping down to wrap Blitz’s tail up around the slender palm and begin to tug very, very gently at it. “Fuck you know I can’t hold it when you…”
“Not yet.” Stolas gasped even as he dragged his open legs across Blitz’s thigh and smeared wet, slick feathers all across his lover’s bare leg. ”Hold on darling, soon.”
“Tell me when…” Blitz said into the hot mess of feathers he’d buried his face in. “Fuck you feel so good beautiful… Smells like you…”
“And you…” Stolas panted as Blitz began to squirm hard and the repeated brush of Stolas’s stomach over the leaking cock earned him a deep, needy moan off his Blitz. “Lucifer’s wings Blitz…”
“Love you, pretty bird.” Blitz punched out as the hand cupped over Stolas’s writhing mound accidentally dipped a finger down and over the hot little button of nerves just under his hand. “So fuckin’ much…”
“I- Oh!” Stolas squealed as the sudden touch of Blitz’s fingertip against his sensitive body made him start to see stars and galaxies. “Again Blitz- Do it again!”
“What, this?” Blitz asked in genuine confusion as he repeated the light touch of his claw over Stolas. “Or this?”
He nuzzled down into the fluffy plumage in front of him, nipping up along the naked chest with his eyeteeth, and Stolas arched right into him with a strangled yelp.
“Both!” he moaned low and filthy and breathless, and Blitz felt a flash of whitehot heat shoot straight through his belly to his back, and up his spines into the back of his eyes.
“Stolas!” he cried, and his prince knew exactly what he was asking even though Blitz couldn’t find the words.
The taller, lankier body jerked Blitz roughly up against his bird, Stolas finally ground down properly into the curve of Blitz’s knee, rubbing up against the knobbly little curve while Blitz’s fingers just barely touched the top of his soaking feathers and the rest of him pulled Stolas in as close as he could get him.
“Now.” Stolas growled straight into Blitz’s ear. “Come with me Blitzy… C-Come w-with-”
Neither of them lasted until the end of that sentence, Stolas crying out sharply as Blitz finally rolled his hips once, twice and the added friction from the motion of his smaller body caught Stolas on the downwards thrust, intensifying the pressure against Blitz’s knee and sending sparks shooting up through Stolas’s toes as he crushed Blitz’s face up into his chest feathers and Blitz buried his nose in the bird while his hand still cupped around Stolas’s mound slipped back up to squeeze the baby fat he loved so much.
Blitz came hard, crying out just as Stolas spat his name out like a curse and jerked him closer, a sudden deluge of wet, sticky slick coating Blitz’s entire thigh as Stolas finished just as hard and they both lay there, breathing hard and holding each other close while the rush faded back and they each took their time to recover.
“Go again?” Blitz asked with a grin as Stolas rolled them both over in the bed and pulled Blitz into a spread-eagled sprawl on top of him.
Stolas smirked and leaned in to press a tender kiss directly to his idiot imp’s mouth. “After breakfast.” he promised as Blitz whimpered and chased the prince’s mouth with his. “We’re going to need the stamina if we’re having a repeat of yesterday, my love.”
“I gotcher stamina right here baby.” Blitz growled obnoxiously with a slow, pointed drag of his naked cock straight up the line of Stolas’s feather body. “Anywhere you go, I’m gonna be right there with you beautiful.”
“Absolutely ridiculous, do you know that?” Stolas laughed into a fond, loving kiss against the curl of Blitz’s horn. “I don’t know why I’m so in love with you.”
“Probably ‘cause you’re kinda stupid for such a fancy smart prince.” Blitz teased, and Stolas laughed out loud at his antics.
“Stupid, am I?” Stolas giggled, snaking an arm up behind Blitz’s back and tucking the smaller body securely up against him for a second. “Could a complete idiot do this?”
He flipped himself over in the bed, pinning Blitz on his back faster than the shocked imp could react, and Blitz smirked hungrily up at him from flat on his back.
“Definitely not.” he purred, low and seductive. “No dumbass in Hell could ever get me on my back for ‘em. Gotta have at least two numbers in your IQ to pin me down.”
Stolas paused and raised an eyebrow at his imp. “Blitz. Two numbers means you’re barely alive, do you know that?” he deadpanned. “If you’re being outsmarted by double-digit IQs, I’m afraid I’ll have to insist on chewing your food for you from now on. Choking hazard and all.”
Blitz rolled his eyes at his pedantic owl and locked his knees up around the hips straddling him from above. “Choke on somethin’ better than that.” he grinned, and Stolas dropped both hands down at either side of Blitz’s thick skull.
“You are so lucky you’re beautiful.” Stolas sighed with a mischievous twinkle in his red eyes. “Bless your heart, Blitzy.”
If Blitz was going to answer back, the riposte was lost in a shriek of delighted surprise as Blitz used his knees to drop Stolas down right over him hips first, and the prince dissolved into helpless laughter as Blitz peppered his face with kisses, hands tickling the feathered sides as Stolas giggled without a care in the world and fought weakly against his ridiculous circus imp who always knew just what to say or do to pull the very best of Stolas out of him no matter the context. .
Blitz grabbed the old tea towel up off the bed and held it up for Stolas to see, waited for the enthusiastic nod of consent, then tied the cloth up over his bird’s eyes without ever once letting Stolas go.
“Act right, brat!” Blitz warned as Stolas wriggled against his hold and began to grab blindly for the imp’s tail. “Don’t make me get my belt!”
“Promises, promises, Daddy!” Stolas singsonged as Blitz flipped him onto his stomach on the mattress. “Don’t threaten me with a good time!”
“Fuuck me…” Blitz laughed as he pulled Stolas’s arms up behind his back and caught both slender wrists up in one big hand. “I’m so fuckin’ screwed with this bird…”
“Not unless you do more than talk, Daddy.” Stolas quipped at him. “Don’t keep your princess waiting now! I’m you very good boy, aren’t I darling?”
Blitz leaned in over the kneeling back and pressed a kiss just behind Stolas’s ear. “My best boy.” he purred, and was rewarded when Stolas’s whole body shuddered in anticipation. “Hold still.”
The sound of Blitz’s open hand coming down hard against Stolas’s naked thigh cracked through the room, the owl prince howled with pleasure, and Blitz swung his hand back to do it again, this time aiming for the curve of that perfect ass while Stolas squirmed and narrated every filthy thing he wanted Blitz to do with him until the open hand struck again.
And again, until Stolas was panting into the silky sheets covering the plush hotel mattress, begging weakly for more, and Blitz was beginning to feel a low-grade buzzing in his ass-slappin’ hand from the intensity of their play.
“More…” Stolas asked raggedly. “One more…”
Blitz delivered, because he was a gentleman at heart, and nothing his bird asked for was too much for him to provide.
Even hanging that old dish towel up on the fridge door instead of the oven’s handle like civilized demons.
If the damn thing survived the rest of their day, that is.
~End~