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Hell didn't have good days.
It was hell after all.
Hell had days where the weather didn't piss acid rain and you only got a little bit of guts on your new boots on the way to work, and that was good enough.
Blitzø was having a good day. It made him feel suspicious. It was going too well.
He scrubbed the last of some poor sucker’s blood off of his boot as he contemplated his luck.
He'd gotten his signed Hellion the Horse poster delivered a day early, and he'd spent about an hour before work admiring the hoof-print on it like it was fine art. Which it was.
Then he'd gotten his coffee free because the barista ‘liked his horns.’ Blitzø appreciated thirsty bitches who gave him free shit.
And then right before work he'd caught sight of Verosika’s ugly cum-mobile smoking and bashed up as the succubus screamed at the sinner who'd obviously crashed into her. Blitzø made sure to flip her off on his way by.
Blitzø shrugged and threw his empty cup in the garbage. Whatever. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd look it in the eyes like a fucking gentleman.
Right. Now what? He could do paperwork, but that was a fucking great way to ruin his good mood.
Speaking of ruining his day, a text from Moxxie came through letting him know that he and Millie would be late. That's what fucking happened when they decided not to get a ride to work.
Fine. Blitzø would just handle their next hit himself.
“Loonie, bring the book,” he called out into the main office. “I'm going up solo.”
“You sure that's a good idea?” Loona asked, not sounding like she really cared all that much.
“Yeah whatever, it's one guy,” he said, hand waving it away. “He can't be that hard to off.”
“That's what she said,” Loona said, cryptically.
Who the fuck was she talking about? Every fucking time this random bitch was apparently saying the same shit as him.
He didn't have time to ask before the portal appeared, opening onto a nondescript alleyway.
“Whatever,” he said. “Be back in a sec, Sweetie,” he added as he grabbed the book from her so that he could get back after he was done with his murderfest.
She didn't look up from her phone as the portal closed behind him.
“Alright,” Blitzø said to himself. “Time to fuck a bitch up.”
“Yeah it is,” a vaguely familiar voice said from the other end of the alley. “And you're the bitch.”
“Good one Two,” Agent One said, adjusting his stupid sunglasses.
In the grey light of the alleyway stood the DHORKS, who were for some reason striking a pose. Who did that? They looked like fucking idiots.
“Oh great, it's you two freaks,” Blitzø groaned.
“You're coming with us,” Two said. She pointed some sort of weapon at him.
He could try to fight them, but that meant possibly ending up back in their creepy drug trippy lair. He wasn't about that life. He knew when to make a tactical retreat.
“Nah,” he said, flipping the Grimoire open.
There was a loud sound, and a sudden pain tore through his shoulder. He yelled, turning his head to see what in Satan's asscrack she'd hit him with.
There was some kind of syringe sticking out of him. Well fuck.
“You got him!” One cheered. “That's pure Bitch Juice. You'll be out for the count as soon as-”
“Don't give a shit,” Blitzø cut him off. He ripped the syringe out of his shoulder and tossed it at the two them as the portal opened behind him. “Go fuck yourselves, losers.”
Blitzø felt through the portal to hell with his middle fingers held up. He got a momentary glimpse of the furious faces of the DHORKS before it closed behind him.
That served the fuckers right. He hoped that the Bitch Juice syringe gave them some sort of hellish bloodborne disease. A bout of stage 68 nipple syphilis would serve those cucks right.
“That was some BULLSHIT,” he shouted. If Loona heard him, she didn't answer.
“Fucking weirdos. What the hell did they tag me with?” he asked himself. He felt fine. Not a single side effect.
They'd called it Bitch Juice. Well, turns out they were the bitches, because he was totally good.
He plopped down in his chair, spinning it around.
Okay wait. That made him dizzier than it should have. Huh. Alright. He shook his head to clear it, blinking hard.
Just then he heard M&M enter, chatting amongst themselves about something or other, probably planning their next missionary pegging session.. Blitzø didn't care. He felt… weird.
Maybe Bitch Juice wasn't as harmless as he'd thought.
Blitzø's skin was hot. Like, obviously it was hot, he was an imp, and imps ran warm. But this felt different. Hotter, like he was going to combust. He grabbed the front collar of his shirt and used it to fan himself. What the fuck?
“Millie, Mox, get your asses in here now,” he called through the office door.
He was sweating now, his breath coming heavy. Was he dying? Is that what this was? Did Bitch Juice kill you?
It didn't feel like those nerd ass freaks would try to assassinate him, but who knew.
He could hear Moxxie complaining through the door. Moaning and groaning about how Blitzø didn't even give them a chance to settle in. Whatever.
He wondered what Moxxie would sound like moaning for real, underneath him squirming as he thrust into him.
The heat was pulsing through him now, thrumming down down and pooling low in his stomach. Oh. Oh no.
“Actually get the fuck out,” he barked as Moxxie and Millie came trotting in. He pointed towards the door to emphasize his point, trying to ignore how hard his hand was shaking.
“You just called us in, Sir,” Moxxie complained, as though Blitzø was the one being unreasonable.
“And now I'm kicking you out,” Blitzø said, trying to ignore the way his dick was getting hard in his pants. “So go. Bye bye.”
“Blitzø what's wrong?” Millie asked as her husband sputtered. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he said, voice strangled. “Just a cold. Or something.”
“I doubt that,” Moxxie said. “Does this have anything to do with your visit topside? We told you to wait for us, but Loona said that you went alone. And that you came back in only a minute or so.”
“Yeah yeah. Maybe if you weren't late I wouldn't have had a run in with those fucking human nerds.”
“The DHORKS? Did they capture you?” Moxxie asked. He sounded worried, which was kinda nice. It was always nice, while simultaneously terrifying, to know that people cared about him.
“They dosed me with something. Called it Bitch Juice,” Blitzø said, not really paying much attention to what he was saying. He was mostly trying to figure out if he could touch himself without his employees noticing. No… wait, that was bad. He should… not do that.
“Blitzø!,” Moxxie admonished. “You should have informed us right away! We don't know what that does! You could have a bad trip again, or worse. Are you tripping right now?”
“I am informing you right away. And no, I'm not fucking tripping. I'm just… hot. Now I thought I told you both to get the hell out of my office.”
“Come on, B. Let us help you,” Millie crooned. Fuck. Why did she have to sound so sexy about it?
“Ah, I don't think Mox would like that,” he said before he could stop himself.
Moxxie frowned. “I'm annoyed at you, but I don't want you to die or anything, Sir,” he said. Had Moxxie always sounded so freaking attractive? And why did he have to call him Sir all the time.
Blitzø groaned, and it didn't sound annoyed. Fuck.
“Oh, ew!” Moxxie said. “Sir are you-”
“Oh so that's what Bitch Juice does,” Millie interrupted, gazing over Blitzø's desk in fascination. He felt his dick twitch just from having her look at it. God damn it.
“It appears to be some sort of sex pollen,” Moxxie said, his hand over his eyes.
“No duh,” Blitzø said.
He pressed the heel of his palm against his erection, willing it to go down. Instead of helping, his hand on his dick made him want to jerk off and never stop.
“Out. Now,” Blitzø growled. “Unless you want to join me.”
Millie grinned, looking over to Moxxie with wide eyes.
“Absolutely not,” Moxxie said, moving to grab her hand. He tugged her from the room as she frowned.
“But Mox, he needs help,” she said. Sexy. Hot. Fuck Blitzø was so hot.
“His Highness can help him,” Moxxie said as he shut the door firmly behind them.
His what now?
Oh shit, of course.
Stolas.
No. No way.
He wasn't going to call a literal prince of hell, who he wasn't even sure he was on good terms with after the whole Striker thing, to come help him just because he had a (metaphorically) widdle erection.
No fucking way.
He'd just deal with this the old fashioned way.
Taking his, actually really big, dick in hand through his pants he groaned.
“M and M take Loonie and go somewhere. Anywhere that isn't here.”
“On it, Sir,” Moxxie said.
Whatever Mox told Loona at least made her leave with a minimal amount of complaining.
Blitzø waited until he heard the front door close before he unzipped his pants.
“Shitting hell, this stuff is awful,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed his cock and a mix of pain and pleasure shot through him.
He stroked his erection, finding that going slow was torture, but going fast was somehow also torture?
He jerked himself off, hand tight around his cock just the way he liked it. But when he came he felt no relief. No, if anything the heat built.
“Okay. Fuck. Try again,” he said to himself.
And try he did. He fucked his own hand, fondled his balls. He came, again and again. And all the while, the heat built.
Blitzø felt dizzy with desire.
He was on fucking fire, jerking himself obsessively. Couldn't stop if he tried. His dick was slick with cum, his hand sliding perfectly along his cock, and yet he didn't feel any relief. And he stayed ridiculously hard through it all.
He needed more. Needed someone hot and tight and wet to come inside of. Needed to be buried deep in their birdpussy. Needed to hold his fucking feathers in his hands as he pumped into him over and over.
Fuck he wanted to see four crimson eyes glazed with pleasure. Hear Stolas' voice cracking as he cried out for more.
Blitzø was boiling hot now. This had to be a fever. Bitch Juice totally fucking killed demons, he was sure of it. Fucking dweeb ass bitches couldn't be the reason he fucking died.
He groped one handed for his phone, desperate now in a whole new way.
He had a daughter to live for. Plus now he knew that Millie might actually be down for a threesome. So many reasons to survive.
“Hello, Blitzy,” Stolas’ voice was like a candle, lighting up Blitzø's whole body in a way that left him breathless. “It's good to hear from you. I was wondering if I should call you-”
“Shut it, bitch,” he said, instead of something helpful or nice. Fucking hell. He had to ruin everything, didn't he?
“Oh. I'm sorry, did you not mean to call me?” Stolas said. He sounded so sweet and just a little sad, which sucked. He sounded sexy too. But a gust of wind would sound sexy to Blitzø at the moment.
A light breeze chose that moment to come in from the open window, making his horse calendar flap. The illusion that the muscular horse was running, legs pumping and mane fluttering…Fuck, that was sexy. Damn it.
“Sorry. Ahh, sorry, Stolas. I uhhh. I'm just not holding it together right now.”
“Are you hurt?!”
Stolas was so good. He'd be even better with his pussy on Blitzø's face.
“Not really. Maybe? Fuck, Stolas can you just come. Come here. My office.”
The phone line went dead, and in an instant a cool blast of magic hit him as reality tore and his sexy bird rushed through the portal he'd just created.
He was wearing nothing but his stupid sexy robe. The one that hung off him and made him look like the best kind of slut.
“My dear,” Stolas said. “What happened?”
Seeing him standing there, hearing his voice, it made the fire in Blitzø's blood roar. He couldn't stop touching himself. Couldn't stop imagining touching Stolas. Fuck, the things he'd do to him.
“Doesn't matter. Get over here. Need you,” Blitzø rasped.
Stolas' eyes dipped down to take in Blitzø jerking himself off and he flushed slightly. But his eyes were all crinkled up in worry, not lust.
“Blitzy, you're not well. You're feverish,” Stolas said, coming closer and placing his hand on Blitzø's forehead. The touch sent sparks through him, and his dick twitched at the shock of sensation zapping through him.
“Need you, please. Stolas, I'm trying to hold back but- fuck fuck,” Blitzø groaned, trying his best to keep himself from reaching out and pulling Stolas onto his lap. “They dosed me with something. Came so many times, nothing's good enough. Nothing's y-” he cut himself off before his stupid rambling gave away too much.
“Ah. Some sort of sex pollen perhaps? I've worked with plants that create such a nasty substance. The only way to cure its effects is to couple with someone.”
“So fucking climb onto my lap and couple already,” Blitzø said. His eyes flicked to the bandages still around Stolas' arm and his heart sunk. “Unless you don't want… fucking fuck this was a mistake. You don't have to-”
“I believe I do, Blitzø,” Stolas said, cupping his face in his hands. He felt so cool against Blitzø's overheated skin. “My poor darling. Let me help you.”
Blitzø looked into Stolas' eyes, and found himself immediately getting lost. He looked away and nodded.
“Please,” he said, the softest thing he could think to say while still staying in safe territory.
Stolas sunk to his knees, still having to bend further in order to tongue at the head of Blitzø's cock as he continued to jerk it. Fucking shit, that felt good.
“Fuck yeah,” he moaned. But also, no. He needed more. “Shit. Sorry, Stolas. I need more than foreplay. Feels like I'm dying.”
“Mm. Perhaps we'll save the blow job for another time then,” Stolas said decisively.
Another time sounded good. Fuck, he needed to be inside of Stolas so badly he ached with it. His head was spinning.
“Gotta get you warmed up,” Blitzø said. Talking was as hard as his cock, but getting Stolas prepped was important. He wasn't that much of an asshole that he was going to just take him dry, even in his fevered state.
“I must admit that I am already a little bit wet,” Stolas said as he stood, pink tinting across his face. “You're rather attractive when you're desperate.”
“Lube. Now,” Blitzø demanded. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Stolas knew where he kept it in his desk. This wasn't their first rodeo. Which damn, Stolas at a rodeo? On a horse? Fuck fuck fuck.
He didn't give Stolas a second, just grabbed the lube and poured it onto his fingers. He spilled too much, but who cared? The slicker Stolas was the better. He was going to fuck that bird until he couldn't see straight anymore.
Stolas climbed onto his lap, his warmth and weight settling something in Blitzø.
“Oh! Oh, Blitzy,” Stolas moaned as Blitzø slipped his first finger inside. “I can take two. You don't have to go slow for me.”
Blitzø didn't answer with words. Instead he spread Stolas' pussy with two fingers, opening him up. Getting him ready. Normally he would have teased, would have given him as much pleasure as he could before fucking him. But he felt like he was dying and he needed his dick in Stolas yesterday. Three days ago. Jesus, he was going to just live the rest of his stupid life buried deep in Stolas' cunt.
He was so tight around Blitzø's fingers, but so fucking welcoming. It was like Stolas' body was made for him. “Need my dick in you. This tight little pussy is driving me crazy.”
“Take me,” Stolas panted. “Use me. I'm your little sex doll. Come on, Blitzy. Fill me up.”
Blitzø couldn't help but smile at that. Stolas' dirty talk was getting better, but it still tickled him. He pressed his smile against Stolas' neck and bit as he slipped his third finger inside.
Stolas cried out, his hips rolling against Blitzø's fingers. “I'm ready. I'm ready, come on darling. You need it, so take it.”
He did. He needed it so badly it hurt. Everything hurt, but felt so good at the same time. He was going to combust if he didn't slam his cock into Stolas' and just take and take and take.
Blitzø flexed his fingers one last time. Stolas was right, he was ready.
He didn't waste a moment once his fingers were free. He grabbed Stolas by the sides, not caring that he was getting lube in his feathers, and lifted him up. Stolas hooted in surprise, then moaned as Blitzø's cock nudged at his entrance. Stolas reached between his legs and lined Blitzø's cock up with his hole, gasping as Blitzø started to lower him.
“You fill me up so wonderfully,” Stolas said, his voice shaking. “Go on, go deep.”
Blitzø didn't stop until Stolas was fully seated on his cock. The pleasure was so intense it hurt, but Blitzø wanted more. He bucked up into Stolas', making him moan and grip Blitzø tight by his shoulders.
“Take what you need darling. I won't break,” Stolas encouraged. He rolled his hips against Blitzø's thrusts to prove his point. Blitzø gasped as his cock sunk deep deep into Stolas' body. He was hot and tight and perfect. Every thrust was pleasurable agony. He needed to come. He needed to keep going forever. He needed more more more.
“More, baby, more,” Blitzø begged. “Come on, you're so good.”
Stolas leaned forward and pressed his beak against Blitzø's mouth. Their tongues were twisting together then, hot. So hot. Everything was heat and pleasure and motion. He was losing his mind, so close he was shaking.
Blitzø came with a shout, his whole body shuddering as he emptied himself into Stolas.
“Don't stop,” Blitzø said. “It's- it's still so hot.”
“Of course,” Stolas panted. “Give me one second darling.”
The sound Blitzø made as Stolas climbed off of his lap wasn't something he was proud of. It was way too much like a whimper, but what the hell was Stolas doing? Didn't he know that Blitzø was dying to death?
Stolas bent himself over this desk, lifting his tail feathers and showing off his obscenely wet pussy. “Come on. Fuck me, Blitzy. Make me feel it for the rest of the week. I need you.”
Stolas needed him? Did the stupid bird-brain not realize it was the other way around? That Blitzø needed him more than he needed air.
Blitzø growled, standing up on his chair so that they were better aligned. Sinking back into Stolas was a dream. Better than anything he'd ever felt before.
He started thrusting, only to roll backwards and nearly fall ass over teakettle. “What the shitting tit-fuck!”
He hopped off the chair, muttering the whole time as he reached for the fucking break that would keep the damn thing from rolling. “Stupid chair, I'm trying to fuck here.”
He hopped back up, frowning at Stolas, who was chuckling behind his hand.
“Let's try this again,” he said, lining himself up and teasing the head of his cock against Stolas' wet pussy.
“Oh!!!” Stolas cried out as Blitzø pounded him into the desk, not giving a single shit about the papers and objects that littered the surface. He could write new papers if he survived this. Get new things. Fuck, who gave a shit when Stolas' was screaming out “Oh fuck. Oh my fucking fuck, yes!”
Blitzø slammed into his pussy over and over like a man possessed. His hands held onto Stolas' sides. Scratched down his back. Gripped his head feathers and tugged.
And Stolas took it. Took everything Blitzø gave him and begged and pleaded for more.
“Yeah, you take it so well, bitch,” he said, knowing what Stolas wanted to hear. They'd played these games so many times it was as easy as breathing to get Stolas all worked up. “Fucking tight pussy, you're fucking desperate for me aren't you?”
“Yes,” Stolas answered. Blitzø felt him shiver beneath him, his hole clenching around Blitzø's dick. “I'm your slut. I'm your- I'm yours,” he stuttered. Blitzø nearly came, slamming himself home harder.
“Mine,” he growled, and then Stolas was coming, his walls spasming around Blitzø in the best way.
He was boiling. He was dying. He was fucking going to heaven for good behaviour or some shit, because he felt amazing.
Blitzø came a moment later, finally feeling some relief from the heat. But only a little bit.
“Flip over,” he ordered, pulling out just long enough for Stolas to obey. Facing each other, Blitzø felt something else beneath the rampant horny desire. Something he tried to ignore. Looking at Stolas just did that shit to him. He didn't have time to think about it. He still needed to fuck.
Stolas' long gorgeous legs came up around his shoulders as he bent the demon prince in half, fucking back into him and chasing the feeling of Stolas' eager pussy pulsing around him.
He looked up at Stolas, noting that his four eyes were all unfocused and his beak was open as he panted for breath.
Stolas was “Beautiful. Perfect. So good.” Blitzø couldn't stop telling him. Couldn't have shut his whore mouth if he tried. And if he was being honest, he was too far gone to really be trying.
“I can feel your cum in me,” Stolas said, quiet and reverent. “Feel sloppy. So wet. You fuck me so well, darling. Come for me again. I need it. Fill me up.”
The heat of desire that swept through him was so intense that Blitzø nearly lost his rhythm. “Yeah. Yeah. Gonna come inside you again. Fuck, want to come all over you. On your face, those fluffy tits.”
“Next time, darling,” Stolas decided for him. “You can fuck me as many times as you need. I'll take care of you.”
Blitzø came, feeling too soft and vulnerable to be allowed when he was cumming his fucking brains out. Damn Stolas. He sure knew how to make Blitzø feel confused.
“All fours. Now,” he said, pushing the soft confusing feelings to the side.
“Yes, Sir,” Stolas said. He sounded dazed and breathless. That was good. That's how Blitzø liked him. All fucked out but still ready for more.
“Perfect. Look at that pussy, so wet,” Blitzø said. He ran his finger through the slick and cum that were dripping out of Stolas, making sure to tease his sensitive opening as he did.
“For you,” Stolas said, which sent those soft fucking feelings slamming back through Blitzø with a vengeance. “Always for you.”
Blitzø was balls deep inside before Stolas was even finished talking, making the end of his sentence trail off into a blissed out moan.
The wet sounds of them fucking filled the room along with the gorgeous sounds Stolas was making and Blitzø's grunts. He came again, much to Stolas' vocal delight. But it wasn't enough. Blitzø was still so hot. Less hot, definitely, but still.
“I need more,” Blitzø breathed shakily. Was Stolas tired yet? Shit, what if he didn't want to go another round? “I'm sorry, Stolas. I just need-”
“Don't be,” Stolas panted. “I can take it. I want to. I've missed you. Need you to fuck me. Don't stop.”
Blitzø pressed his face against Stolas' back, unwilling to let that ‘missed you’ hurt him. (It did. It hurt so badly. He should have gone to the hospital. Should have demanded to talk on the full moon. Should have should have should have. But he hadn't. And now Stolas was here saving his ass. He didn't deserve him.)
“Gonna come on your ass. Fuck yeah,” he managed to say. Keep it light. Keep fucking and maybe everything would be okay.
He pulled out, painting cum over Stolas' tail feathers. He wanted more. To mark him. Keep him.
Stolas turned over, laying on his back again and gazing up at him with his beautiful red eyes. He reached down and took Blitzø’s cock in hand, jerking him off with a lazy grin on his face.
“You said something about coming on me?” Stolas cooed. It was like Stolas could read his mind.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Go ahead. Make me come, slut.”
Stolas' bigger set of eyes closed in pleasure as he moaned. He palmed at the head of Blitzø's cock, before sliding back down the length, using his own slick and Blitzø's cum as lube.
It was a freakishly short amount of time before Blitzø came again across Stolas' chest feathers.
Bitch Juice was a hell of a drug.
He grabbed the owl demon by the chin and tilted his head back so he could rub his cock along the line of his beak. Stolas' mouth opened easily for him. He took him inside like he was made for it. Wet and wonderful with his clever tongue licking at the head of Blitzø's cock.
The fire in Blitzø's veins had started to cool now. The desire, however, remained heavy and liquid in his groin. He'd missed this too. Missed fucking Stolas, but also missed just being near him.
He came in Stolas' mouth, with his hands on either side of the Prince's head, claws digging in.
Stolas swallowed it all down. He was so good that way. Always ready to do whatever Blitzø wanted from him in bed. It was a power trip, that was for sure.
Blitzø felt like his cock was raw, just nerves, oversensitive but still so hard it could cut glass. Whatever Bitch Juice was supposed to do, it could definitely be some kind of hell Viagra. At least for imps. Because this erection was not going down.
“Still hard for me, Blitzy?” Stolas asked, licking his beak. “Do you want my mouth or my pussy?”
“Tough question,” Blitzø said. He was feeling more like himself now instead of a lust crazed lunatic. He grinned widely, all teeth and hunger. “You wanna choose?”
“My cloaca is so empty,” Stolas said, faux sadly. It was ruined slightly by the fact that he was smiling, but Blitzø found it cute anyways.
“Pussy it is then,” he replied.
Stolas was so wet it was no trouble sliding his dick back into his warmth. Now that the heat was beginning to lessen, Blitzø could actually enjoy it, taking his time fucking Stolas open. He set an achingly slow pace, determined to thank Stolas by making this a fuck to remember.
He knew, after many full moons and not so full moons of practice, how to get Stolas right to that edge. To the point where he was a quivering mess. And then, when Stolas' thighs were shaking and tears had gathered in his eyes, right at the precipice of his orgasm when his mouth was running as quickly as his hammering heart, Blitzø stopped, buried deep inside of him.
“Blitzø please!” Stolas cried out. Hed called him Blitzø instead of Blitzy, so Blitzø knew it was serious. He grinned up at Stolas in the most smug and evil manner he could manage while trying to keep himself still. “Oh, don't stop, please please please. Fuck me.”
“You want me to move?”
“Yes!” Stolas snapped, glaring at him. Blitzø laughed, but he wasn't in the mood to tease. The Bitch Juice was still running through his system enough that he needed to come, teasing aside.
“Then keep begging, Birdie.”
Stolas did as he was told, gasping and pleading and trying to press himself down to get Blitzø’s cock impossibly deeper.
Blitzø started moving again, and Stolas, greedy slut that he was, pushed back down against him desperately. He fucked himself on Blitzø's cock even as Blitzø gave his thrusts his all. It wasn't long before Stolas was coming with a shout.
“Yeah, sing for me Stolas. Love making you scream,” Blitzø said. He was panting now, so close to the edge.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Stolas whined, holding onto Blitzø's horns for dear life. “Blitzy, Blitzø, yes!”
Blitzø closed his eyes, letting the pleasure wash over him. Having Stolas wet and wanting was everything. It was all he could think about, all he needed. He came, muffling his shout in the feathers beneath him.
And holy horse galloping shit, the wave of relief and fucking coolness that came over him was almost orgasmic. Except he'd had about ten orgasms in the last hour or so, and this might actually be better.
“I think-” he panted. “I think its done.”
“Mmm,” Stolas moaned, puffing up his feathers and wiggling in a way that was far too cute for Blitzø to handle. “You do feel cooler now.”
“Yeah,” Blitzø said, unable to come up with anything else to say. Stolas looked so pretty covered in his cum, flushed and happy and all fucked out. “I uh. I missed this.”
He caught sight of Stolas' expression softening before he closed his eyes.
“Me too, darling,” Stolas said.
Blitzø expected him to ask why he hadn't come to the hospital. To ask why he hadn't texted or called. But instead Stolas leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“I don't know why you put up with me,” Blitzø confessed. “I'm not-”
The sound of the office door opening cut him off.
“Blitzø? Are you still alive in there?” Moxxie called out.
“No,” he answered. “Go away.”
“Aww come on B. We're just worried about ya,” Millie said.
“He's very much alive,” Stolas called out, but he was staring at Blitzø as though he was trying to solve a puzzle. It made Blitzø feel hot and uncomfortable, though not as much as the Bitch Juice had.
“Oh, your Highness,” Moxxie said, sounding closer to the door than he ought to be. “Good to hear your voice. How are you healing?”
“Fuck off, Moxxie,” Blitzø yelled, even as Stolas answered “Oh I'm feeling much better.”
“Sir! I was just asking…” Moxxie was saying, but Blitzø tuned him out.
“You are?” Blitzø asked quietly. “I didn't hurt you fucking, did I?”
“No, quite the opposite,” Stolas said, smiling up at him.
“Okay. Good. That's good,” Blitzø whispered.
Blitzø pulled out, relieved that his cock was soft.
Stolas made a sweet little noise that almost tempted him to go again, but nah. His dick was tired, and M&M were here now.
He sniffed, smelling something besides sex in the air.
“Is that food?”
“Yeah! We figured if you were still alive you'd be hungry,” Millie said brightly.
Stolas giggled, which again, too fucking cute. “I could certainly eat.”
Blitzø threw on his pants as Stolas sat up, still naked on his desk, which was stupidly hot.
He cracked the door open, trying to keep it closed enough that M&M didn't catch sight of Stolas' hot bod.
“Hand it over,” he demanded.
Millie grinned widely and handed him a brown paper bag full of takeout. She peered around him and grinned even wider.
“Say, B. You didn't happen to keep any of that Bitch Juice stuff, did ya?”
“Millie!” Moxxie said, outraged.
“What?! It looks like they had fun.”
Blitzø laughed. God he loved his employees.
“Nope, sorry Mills. You'll have to peg your man the old fashioned way today.”
“That is wildly inappropriate, Sir, and-” Moxxie was cut off slightly by Millie closing the door, though Blitzø could still hear him doing his bitch-ass complaining.
“Join me for lunch?” Blitzø asked Stolas.
“Of course darling,” Stolas said, looking happy and content. “Would you like to go somewhere quieter?”
Blitzø grinned.
“Portal us up, Stols.”
So okay, hell didn't have good days. But as Blitzø hopped through the portal to Stolas' bedroom he thought to himself to hell with good days. He was perfectly content with whatever the heck this day had been, Bitch Juice and all.