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One kiss led to two, which led to three, which led to a full-blown make-out session, which led to Blitzø lying on top of Stolas in his bed.
Blitzø really shouldn’t be surprised. It was always so easy to get drunk off Stolas.
Stolas was on his back with his arms around Blitzø, who, in turn, cupped Stolas’s cheek as they gently kissed. After a while, Blitzø trailed his lips down Stolas’s face and along his neck. The bird beneath him was breathing heavily.
“Is this okay?” Blitzø whispered in his ear.
Stolas nodded. “Yes,” he breathed out.
Blitzø planted a few more wet kisses on the side of Stolas’s neck before asking again. “Are you sure? Is it too fast?”
“No, no. I don’t care,” Stolas said as he brought Blitzø closer to him. “I just want to be with you. Is it too fast for you?”
Blitzø pulled back to look Stolas in the eye. “No. I wanna be with you too.”
“Please kiss me, Blitzy.”
Blitzø indulged him. He let the nickname slide too. He honestly kind of liked it, so long as it was just the two of them.
After a few more minutes, Stolas started slowly grinding his hips up, indicating that he was growing more and more impatient. Blitzø slotted one of his legs between Stolas’s thighs to relieve some of his tension before kissing his neck again. Stolas let out a soft whine.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Blitzø said before laying another kiss on his cheek. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
“Please, darling, I need you so much.”
Blitzø shushed him before leaving a trail of kisses further down his neck until he reached Stolas’s chest. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt to expose more of his feathers. Blitzø continued to kiss down Stolas’s body until he reached his stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” Blitzø complimented as he ran his hands down Stolas until he reached his hips. He kept his hands there for a bit, rubbing small circles into the feathers there.
Stolas moaned at the praise. “You’re beautiful.”
Blitzø paused for a second, unprepared for the compliment, but he thankfully recovered quickly. “You don’t gotta flatter me. I’m already in bed with you.”
“You are though. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. On the outside and on the inside,” Stolas said as he reached down to grab one of Blitzø’s hands and interlock their fingers. He gave his hand a light squeeze before letting go again.
Blitzø had to switch the attention back on Stolas quick. This night was supposed to be about making Stolas feel good, making him feel like he was worthy of all the love and attention in the goddamn world.
“I think you’re the prettiest demon in all of Hell.”
Blitzø was too busy undoing Stolas’s pants to look to see how much he made him blush, but considering Stolas didn’t respond, he figured his whole face was red.
Sometimes, wooing Stolas was just too easy.
…Wait.
Was he this way for just Blitzø? Or for everyone?
Not that it mattered. Nor should it matter. Blitzø didn’t have some creepy possessive claim over him or anything. Stolas was his own person. He was allowed to do whatever, or whomever, he wanted.
But at the same time—
He only wanted Stolas to be this way with him, to feel this way with him. He wanted to be the person to make Stolas feel good.
“—zø? Blitzø?”
“Huh?”
Blitzø was brought back to reality. Apparently, he was so in his head that he had completely stopped moving.
“I asked if you were alright.”
“What? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You don’t seem it anymore. It’s okay if you want to stop—I won’t mind.”
Blitzø wanted to keep going, he really did. But he felt like he couldn’t until he had an answer to a question that had been subtly probing his thoughts ever since their fight.
“Did you let that guy fuck you?”
Hell, it was selfish as fuck, but he just wanted Stolas to be his. And he wanted to be Stolas’s. And that was it.
“What?”
Blitzø sat up with his legs on either side of Stolas’s hips. “I֫—I mean, it’s fine, obviously! Like, we weren’t, ya know, together or anything. And it’s not like I’ll be mad, I mean, I have no reason to be mad if you did. I just…I just wanna know, I guess. I just wanna know if I’m the only one that makes you feel good.”
Stolas blinked at him twice before answering. “Which guy?”
For a split second, Blitzø felt a wave of panic pass through him. Just how many people had Stolas been with while they were…not seeing each other? Had he let them all fuck him? Did they all treat him good? How many of them were better than Blitzø? Fuck, he thought he just had one incubus to compete with but to know that they were probably more out there and probably all way better at satisfying Stolas than he ever could—
“I haven’t been with any guy. I’m not sure who you’re referring to.”
Or maybe Stolas had just been so drunk that he didn’t even remember sleeping with him. And if that were the case, then Blitzø had an incubus to track down and kill for fucking Stolas when he wasn’t in the right headspace to really say yes or no.
“The guy from the party. Verosika’s party.”
Stolas tilted his head slightly while he thought. “Oh. That guy?”
“…Yeah.”
Stolas shook his head. “We just made out for a while—that’s it. He offered, but I turned him down.”
“Really?” Blitzø asked as his tail swung happily behind him.
“Yes, really. Being with someone like that is…sacred to me. I don’t want to do it with just anyone. I’m sure it would’ve been fun and honestly a good distraction. But I…I wouldn’t have felt comfortable being with anyone who wasn’t you…if I’m being completely transparent, I have only ever wanted to be with you and no one else. I don’t know what that means or what that makes me, but I֫—I just want you, darling.”
Blitzø leaned down to kiss Stolas softly. “I just want you too. I don’t know if it matters, but I…I wasn’t with anyone else either. I tried, but they weren’t you. No one ever makes me feel like how you make me feel.”
Stolas wrapped his arms back around Blitzø. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
After the reassurance, Blitzø finally succeeded in getting Stolas’s pants off. He continued his kisses lower and lower, pressing some down the front of his thighs before going back up. He gently pulled his legs apart so Blitzø could settle in between them. He glanced up at Stolas, who had his eyes squeezed shut and fists tight in the sheets. His cock throbbed at the realization that he was making Stolas feel good.
Blitzø brought his eyes back down and moved closer to Stolas’s entrance. He wrapped his arms around Stolas’s legs and licked up his cloaca.
“Still okay?” Blitzø asked. Maybe he was going overboard with the consent, but after learning about Stolas’s other experiences with sex, he really didn’t care. He never wanted to make Stolas feel like he couldn’t say no.
“Haahh, yes, yes, please,” Stolas moaned out. His hands travelled back down to reach for Blitzø. He wrapped one around one of his horns while he placed the other on the back of Blitzø’s head. Blitzø returns his focus to the opening in front of him, licking it once again before pushing his tongue inside. He had almost forgotten how Stolas felt, how he tasted. It was a sensation he never wanted to lose again.
He fucked his tongue into Stolas a few more times before pulling back. “Fuck, you taste so good, he said before licking around his cunt again, drinking up the wetness that had begun to spill out of Stolas. He brought his mouth to suck on the part that he knew drove Stolas insane before inserting a finger in as well.
“Ahh, Blitzy, fuck!”
Blitzø slid his finger in and out a few times before adding another. Stolas had become a moaning mess above him. He gripped Blitzø’s horn tighter as he started to grind his hips down to meet Blitzø’s thrusts. Blitzø sped up his fingers and sucked hard before inserting his tongue back in as well. Stolas’s inner walls grew hotter, and his groans became louder until he released into Blitzø’s mouth. Blitzø drank up all of Stolas’s cum, refusing to let a single drop of the essence fall onto the sheets below them.
“Ohh, fuck, Blitzø, please, please fuck me!”
Once Stolas had stopped coming, he pulled back and noticed that he had never been harder in his entire life. He was so distracted by Stolas’ pleasure that he didn’t even care about his own. But he was throbbing so hard, it started to border the line of pain. He palmed himself a few times through the fabric of his pants to soothe his screaming dick.
Stolas finally opened his eyes after his orgasm. “Wait, this isn’t fair. Why am I the only one who’s naked?” he asked between heavy breaths.
Blitzø chuckled. “Because you’re a pillow princess,” he teased.
“I am not!” Stolas squawked. “I take offense to that. I’ve sucked your dick more times than you can count.”
Blitzø smirked before leaning back down to kiss up Stolas’s neck once more. “That don’t mean shit. I get confused after the number four.”
Stolas laughed before pulling Blitzø back up to kiss him again. He pressed several quick kisses to his lips before whispering in his ear. “Take your clothes off. Now.”
Blitzø had never stripped faster in his life.
He never understood “being whipped” before, but damn, it all made sense now. He’d walk barefoot on angelic steel if it would make Stolas happy.
Plus, Stolas telling him what to do was pretty hot…
After he removed all of his clothes, Stolas brought him back on top of him to kiss him again. Their tongues intertwined as Stolas twirled Blitzø’s tail with his finger, which shot a twinge of pleasure through him.
“Do you want me to return the favor, darling?”
On any other day, Blitzø would never object to Stolas sucking him off, but he knew the second the bird swallowed him, he’d blow. And Blitzø really didn’t want this to be over.
“No. Wanna fuck you,” he answered in between kisses.
Stolas nodded and then moved to turn over. Before Blitzø’s brain even registered what he was doing, he put a hand on Stolas’s shoulder to stop him.
“Don’t. Want you like this. Wanna see you,” he admitted in a small voice.
“Really? Are you sure?”
They had never done missionary before. Stolas had asked, but Blitzø never allowed it. It was too intense, too emotional. They didn’t do emotions.
But Blitzø wanted to do them now. He wanted to look at Stolas, watch his face writhe in pleasure, hold him close, and take in the feeling of Stolas’s arms around him in return.
Suddenly feeling very shy, Blitzø hid his face in the crook of Stolas’s neck and nodded. “Yeah. If you wanna.”
“I very much want to.”
Blitzø snuck his hand back down and pushed two of his fingers back inside Stolas, who gasped in pleasure. After a few pumps, he slipped a third in as well. His inner walls were becoming hotter and wetter. Unable to hold back any longer, Blitzø instinctively started to rut into the front of Stolas’s leg.
“Please, Blitzy, please, I can’t wait any longer,” Stolas cried.
“Okay, baby, okay. Don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you.” Blitzø removed his fingers from Stolas. “Do you…want a condom?”
“No, not particularly,” Stolas whispered between breaths. “Neither of us has been with anyone else, and we already weren’t using them before. I’m not planning on being with anyone else. Unless…unless you…were planning to?”
“No!” Blitzø responded eagerly. “No, no, I’m not planning to. I just want us to be together and that’s it. I just…wanted to double-check first.”
Stolas kissed him once softly. “I appreciate you so much.”
“…Gross.”
“Hurry up and fuck me. I’m getting bored.”
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
“You like it when I’m a brat.”
He did. But instead of responding, Blitzø rubbed his cock on the outside of Stolas’s cloaca a few times before pressing inside slowly.
“Aahh, Blitzø!”
Blitzø continued until he bottomed out. He paused for a second, focusing on Stolas pulsating around him. “Fucking hell, baby,” Blitzø purred in Stolas’s ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
Blitzø retreated before pushing back in at a leisurely pace.
“Haahh, aah, nggh,” Stolas moaned.
Blitzø sped up his hips, causing Stolas to roll his down to meet his thrusts. “Yeah, that’s it, Stolas,” he praised as he angled his thrusts to hit Stolas’s most sensitive spot.
“Ahh! Please, I need more!”
Blitzø readjusted his grip so he could move faster. He felt Stolas’s arms wrap around him: one around his back and the other around one of his shoulders.
Blitzø could feel the wetness growing between them. “Fuck, yeah, you’re so tight for me, baby.”
“Mmm, just for you, darling.”
That had Blitzø pounding into Stolas faster, over and over again until Blitzø could tell he was close to finishing.
“You close, Stols?”
Stolas didn’t respond with actual words; rather, he had been reduced to whines, which meant, yes, he was close.
“Let go for me, baby,” Blitzø directed.
And with that, Stolas clenched tightly around his cock. A stream of slick flowed between them as his cunt fluttered rhythmically, attempting to draw Blitzø’s cum out too.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Blitzø cussed as he continued to ram into Stolas.
“Please, Blitzø, please come in me,” Stolas begged as he hugged Blitzø closer to him.
Blitzø gave a few more hard thrusts before groaning and coming inside Stolas. His hips involuntarily jutted a few times as he finished his orgasm.
Blitzø collapsed on top of Stolas, who was still panting in his ear. Blitzø moved to pull out but was stopped by Stolas wrapping one of his legs around Blitzø’s hips, trapping him.
Blitzø looked up. Stolas had his eyes shut again.
“No, no, please don’t leave me, Blitzø.”
A pang of hurt shot through Blitzø’s chest as he thought about all the times he abandoned Stolas in the middle of the night after they had fucked. He had his reasons, but it still made him feel like shit.
Blitzø pried one of Stolas’s arms from around his back so he could interlock their fingers. He tapped Stolas’s cheek a few times until he slowly cracked his eyes open.
“I already told you, birdie. I’m always gonna be there. I’m not ever leaving you again.”
“Really?”
“Promise.”
After a few kisses, Stolas eventually let Blitzø pull out and clean up. When he got back to bed, Stolas had already managed to wrap himself in every single blanket. For a guy covered in feathers, he was somehow still always cold.
Blitzø lifted himself back up onto his bed. “Can you unburrito yourself for two seconds to let me in?”
Stolas opened the blankets up and immediately gathered Blitzø close to his chest. Blitzø buried himself into the feathers and wound his tail around Stolas’s leg. In return, Stolas ran his talons down Blitzø’s back, a sensation that always gave him the chills.
They were both quiet for a while until Blitzø finally spoke up.
“Feeling okay after today?”
“I don’t know. Today was…”
“A lot?”
“A lot.”
Blitzø played with some of the feathers on Stolas’s arm. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it now.”
“I don’t even think we have the time to talk about all of it. Granted, there are…probably some things you don’t know about me that maybe you should.”
“Yeah. And there are things that you don’t know about me that maybe you should. We don’t have to do this now though. We’ll talk. We got time.”
“I’d like that.”
For a long time, the scariest thing in the world to Blitzø was love. He thought he didn’t deserve it—that he’d ruin it. He’d since realized something much scarier than having love.
Losing it.
“Stols?”
Stolas hummed in response, eyes already closed from the tiring day he had.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, darling.”
It didn’t take long for Stolas to fall asleep. His arms were still around the imp, but his grip had loosened a bit. Blitzø himself though was too wired to sleep. Today had given him emotional whiplash. So he stayed awake for a while longer, nuzzling his face into Stolas’s chest and combing his claws through the feathers. After a while, he felt a purr start to build up. Any time Blitzø felt the need to purr in front of Stolas, he would hold back. He didn’t want to give any indication that he felt comfortable or safe or happy with the prince. In the end, he was just lying to himself. He could tell because sometimes, the purrs were so deep that they physically hurt to hold in.
But now, he found himself not caring. He wanted to be with Stolas. He wanted to be happy.
So, he let go.
And sure, if Stolas was awake, Blitzø would be embarrassed as fuck at how loud he was purring, but for tonight, it was okay. He’d let himself have this one.
Finally starting to grow fatigued from the events of the day, Blitzø let out a yawn. He decided to do one more thing before going to sleep.
He lifted his head so he could look at Stolas’s sleeping face. He smiled softly before whispering quietly.
“I promise to never let you feel like that ever again. Stick with me, and I’ll make sure no one will ever fucking hurt you like you’ve been hurt before, okay, birdie?”
Stolas obviously didn’t respond, but his head did roll deeper into the pillow beneath him.
That was a good enough answer for Blitzø.
He laid his head back down, curling closer to his bird as he thought about how good it felt to finally be reunited with Stolas.
To finally sweep up the broken pieces of his own heart and glue them back together.