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On some random Saturday, Blitzø finds himself bored as fuck. Well. He’s often bored, but he’s been making a conscious effort to give his employees space so it’s been a while since he’s stalked them on the weekend. The last time he did, Moxxie nearly shot him on sight. He blames Moxxie for not being smart enough to lick and taste the air before entering a room. And if the room in question was the personal bathroom at M&M’s apartment, well. Tits. Still, it was Moxxie’s fault for not using his Satan-given ability to taste the air. That should have taught him a lesson.
Again, Blitzø is bored as fuck, so he pulls out his phone from where he is stuffed in between the couch cushions to not distract him from the cartoon he spent all day binging on in a marathon. It was fun, but now his ass is sore from sitting all day.
He opens up the app and scrolls on Sinstagram, chuckling at the post notifications he received from Loona’s incessant posting today. Her friends had invited her to the beach to spend the day and she’s still out and not due to be back later. He double-taps on a photo she posted with Via. He shakes his head in disapproval at the cigarette in Via’s hand. Loona’s doing, no doubt. He wonders briefly if Stolas is up and worrying about his daughter. She’s in good hands otherwise but he knows that Stolas can get kind of protective.
Ah, there’s a can of worms he might be bored enough to open.
The whole Stolas thing is certainly…a situation. The last time he spoke with the prince was the night when Stolas and Via were reunited in the human world after she had stolen the grimoire from Blitzø’s office.
They did a lot more than talk. They fucked nasty in Blitzø’s office after M&M safely portal back to hell. Lots of things were established that night: Via and Loona’s new friendship as well as Stolas and Blitzø hooking up outside of the full moon deal. For the second time. The first time was after the rescue at DHORKS.
The moon was a crescent when Via was missing! Wasn’t it? Certainly not full! He’s lost count at this point of the moon phases, to be quite honest. And sure, Blitzø was horny. It was a long day running around the gross streets of the human world. It didn’t have anything to do with the tender moment he witnessed Stolas have with his daughter. And if they spent all night rolling around in Stolas' big ass bed and talking into the early morning, well, no one needs to know that besides himself and Stolas.
But he wasn’t about to make that into a habit. What he had with Stolas is transactional. He doesn’t want it if the book wasn’t involved and it’s a means to an end. Sure, the prince is cute, in an oblivious weird way. Not to mention, he’s a kinky freak. Everything they had done sexually was the prince’s first time and he all but gags at everything they’ve tried. He’s a quick learner, and Blitzø was happy to teach his newest student. It’s not often that he gets a long-legged sex-on-a-platter prince whimpering and begging underneath him. Sue him.
Sighing, and thinking about the last time they fucked, he puts his phone down and lightly grazes his growing erection through his sweatpants.
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The last time they fucked, Stolas was riding on some crazy adrenaline. From his daughter being lost, to the crazy fire in the production studio, to being reunited with his daughter--it’s a lot, Blitzø gets it.
So when they were finally alone, color Blitzø fucking surprised when Stolas hopped off his lap from where they were macking on one another in the office. It had been sweet, Blitzø thinks back. Stolas' feathers were fluffed up and held onto Blitzø’s horns like a precious thing as he indulged Blitzø’s tongue invading his mouth.
He saw as Stolas knelt on the floor, the very same floor stained with random human blood spatters from random hit jobs. He pondered how much hotter Stolas was in his true form over his human form. Especially knelt in front of him. He saw with his very own eyes, Stolas unfasten his pants, zipper straining against his hardening cock.
“Y-Don’t you wanna fuck?” Blitzø blurted out right as Stolas was freeing his cock from his horse-printed boxers.
“Mmm…I do, Blitzy. But first, I want to make sure you know how thankful I am for your help today.” He watches on as the prince nuzzles his shaft with his white feathered cheek. Fuckin’ softie ass bitch.
“O-oh. You don’t have to do all o'dat.” He feels his cheeks warm at his stupid stumbling.
“But why ever not? Just sit back and enjoy, yes?…” Stolas cooed as he began his wet, hot descent down the red dick in his hand. Red eyes boring heat straight into Blitzø’s.
It’s those damn eyes. This damn view. Blitzø can’t look away.
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Blitzø imprinted that one to the spank bank for sure. It’d been about 2 or 3 weeks since that intense blow job and subsequent fuck. He’d been spankin’ it to this specific memory for nearly the entire time. Since he got home that very fateful night, even. Spent from dicking Stolas down into the desk at his office. Stolas had taken eye contact quite seriously that night and Blitzø didn’t fight it. He usually does but it just heightens everything which is equal parts satisfying and terrifying.
He contemplates his next action. He hadn’t heard from Stolas in a few hours; usually, the bird bitch is sending him the thirstiest of texts at all hours. He wonders if he’s drinking enough water. What the fuck.
He also didn’t respond to Blitzø funny memes this evening, which kind of still bothers him.
Chasing the good horny feelings and avoiding the more confusing ones, he continues to stroke his cock, now dripping at the tip. He’s thinking about red glowing eyes and facts about planets and stars and cute hooting laughs.
Red eyes gazing at him with tears rimming the edges and his red cock leaking pre cum on finely preened feathers. He wonders what the view of those eyes would look like if he was underneath that slutty bird. His erratic stroking feels good but it’s not enough.
“Fuck me, fine. I’ll call him,” he talks to his dick.
Steeling himself, Blitzø picks up his phone again and calls Stolas.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings--
“H-hello? Blitzø?”
“Hey, um. Stolas. Ya busy right now?”
“Just getting some reading done. Why do you ask?” Christ, this is sounding like the cursed Ozzie’s night again. No time for all that.
“I need your help with a little problem. Or maybe a big problem, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, my. Alright, what can I do?”
“Come over and find out.”
“Yes, sir.”
Blitz grins as he hangs up. They’re both awkward fools and they’ve stumbled over many ways to initiate porking sessions. Stolas suggested they use the term “if you know what I mean” so that they both can establish they both know what the other means, exactly. He simpered at the memory of Stolas learning how to negotiate sex stuff, even if it was goofy as all heaven. Good bird.
He continues stroking his cock and thinks about what fun they can get up to now.
In a few moments, he hears Stolas open and closes a portal near the front door.
“Blitzø?”
Blitzø pokes his head over the couch and waves Stolas over.
Stolas is in his pajamas too, soft looking and purple. His thighs look biteable and he folds his legs under him to sit next to Blitzø. Blitzø was half lying down, his head propped up on the armrest, one leg hanging off the couch and the other resting vertically. He continues to stroke his shaft, feeling himself leak a bit at Stolas' newfound gaze on his lap.
“I see. That is quite a large problem.”
“Mhmm. Wanna sit on my face?” Blitzø blurts out. Whoops, loose lips are dangerous.
“Oh, um. Yes, please. Sir.” Stolas stays in place.
“Come on over, cowboy,” Blitzø says like a total nerd just to see Stolas' face light up and laugh. He knows he needs his mouth occupied to stop these insane thoughts from spilling out. It’s too intense. He’s been through a lot these past few months. He just needs to get off.
Stolas slips out of his clothes, and set them down neatly next to Blitzø’s. He refolds Blitzø’s clothes so that they’d be neat as well. Blitzø notices the thoughtful action and rolls his eyes.
Stolas seems unsure of how to maneuver his tall ass body on top so Blitzø takes some initiative.
“Sit on my lap and give me a proper hello. Where are your manners?”
“Of course, darling, I apologize.” Stolas fuckin’ giggles. This guy is straight from the cheesiest and gayest fucking rom-com and Blitzø is sick of this shy act. He grips onto Stolas' hips as he straddles him on the beat-up couch. Seeing Stolas in normal situations and normal-sized houses will never not charm Blitzø. Fuckin’ prissy ass bitch.
Stolas leans down to receive the kiss Blitzø offers. They kiss for a hot minute, with Stolas' pretty, delicate hands cradling his head and horns like he’s something precious. As if Blitzø is something worth holding delicately. Fuckin’ gay.
Blitzø’s cock is throbbing with every soft, wet press of Stolas’ tongue against his own.
He reaches down in between Stolas' legs and traces his quickly dampening hole. Stolas whimpers into Blitzø’s mouth and grinds down on Blitzø’s lap. Blitzø smirks and enters two of his fingers into Stolas' hole.
Blitzø takes a peek and opens his eyes to observe Stolas' face as he gets his messy hole fingered. He has his eyes squeezed shut and he’s already drooling. Blitzø smiles with pride at his needy prince.
“You missed this, huh?”
“Y-yes, I missed your fingers in me. Feels so good having you inside me after so long,” Stolas pants into his mouth. Blitzø loves the dick-drunk expression on his face right now, although his gorgeous eyes remain closed. He missed those eyes since the last time they were up close and personal with one another.
Blitzø pulls away from the kiss, but fingers Stolas deeper. He moves his mouth over to Stolas' shoulder and bites. He gets a small moan in return. So he bites harder, playing Stolas like a fiddle as he lets out a loud groan. His fingers start making an audible wet, sloppy noise as he fucks his fingers into his dripping cloaca.
Blitzø raises his fingers covered in Stolas’ slick and sucks his fingers down. Stolas opens his eyes at the slurping noise in front of him and blushes as he sees Blitzø go to town with his fingers covered in his essence.
“So wet for me. I wanna taste more,” Blitzø whispers. He loves the way the feathers under him puff up in excitement as he goes to finger him again, covering his fingers in Stolas' essence. Feeling bold and hypnotized by the scene in front of him, Stolas grabbed Blitzø’s hand and brought it up to Blitzø’s mouth. Blitzø smiles and opens his mouth to receive his own fingers in his mouth; movement controlled by the owl prince above him.
“Fuckin’ filthy, Stols.” Blitzø says with his mouth full of his own fingers.
“I can’t help myself, darling.” Stolas grins and fucks Blitzø’s mouth with Blitzø’s slick-covered fingers.
“Crawl up to my face, feathers. Can’t deal with the wait.” Blitzø says. Stolas shudders and follows instructions once more, clumsily waddling up Blitzø’s body to position his hole right over Blitzø’s mouth. Blitzø has an amazing view of a long expanse of grey feathers on legs and chest fluff and those fucking eyes.
Satan damn it.
Blitzø grabs the soft fluffy thighs straddling his head and grips on. Stolas is pretty new to this as he is with all thing sex, but using his face in particular makes the guy shy as fuck. It’s kind of cute but right now, Blitzø needs to be smothered.
He licks at his opening and observes as Stolas closes his eyes and a shiver sneaks down his spine. He needs to take this man apart immediately.
He fucks his wet tongue into the wet hole presented to him and swallows his sweet slick. Blitzø fucks his tongue into his wet hole, in and out, over and over again, purposefully avoiding his clit. He doesn’t want this to end too soon. Stolas is whining on top of him, not knowing where to put his hands. He settles on resting one hand on the back of the couch and the other on Blitzø’s horn.
Blitzø feels himself leaking, but wants Stolas to get his fill first. He moves one hand resting on feathered legs and circles Stolas' clit spreading his slickness to aid him in rubbing one out for Stolas. He observes as Stolas closes his eyes. That won’t fucking do.
He says into Stolas' pussy, kind of muffled but he knows Stolas has that freaky super hearing.
“Fuck my face and keep your eyes on me.”
Not sure where that came from. Horny brain is something else.
“Y-yes, Blitzø.” Stolas obeys and opens his eyes to look down at Blitzø’s face buried in his hole. Blitzø feels warm slick drip onto his chin with every movement his tongue makes.
They maintain eye contact as Stolas begins to lift himself off of Blitzø’s face and grinds back down on his mouth. Blitzø flicks his tongue deep into his cloaca, drinking down the copious slick. Stolas is a moaning mess on top of him, using his tongue and mouth to fuck himself. Blitzø is in heaven.
Blitzø switches it up and sucks on his clit, his fingers coming down to fuck his hole again. Stolas then does something out of a porn video, leans back on both hands, and reaches down and behind himself to hold Blitzø’s cock. Nearly having forgotten his own need with how busy he is having Stolas use his face to get off, getting touched sent electricity down straight to his nuts.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” he groans into Stolas' cunt.
“F-feel good?” Stolas taunts. Blitzø nods frantically and his eyes shut for a moment, lost in the feeling of being used.
“Eyes on me, remember?” Stolas singsongs teasingly. Blitzø opens his eyes and focuses them on the hot body on top of him, the being using his body like a temple worshiping the prince before him. And that sure does get his cock leaking like a faucet, huh?
Stolas coos as he speeds up stroking Blitzø’s cock. He also starts fucking himself in earnest on Blitzø’s tongue.
“Darling, that feels so good, I’m going to cum!”
Blitzø doubled his efforts with his tongue and fucks up his cock into Stolas' fist, chasing his own release.
“Cum for me babe, you look so damn good. Let me drink you up…” Blitzø says ravenously as he also reaches his peak.
“Fuck, don’t stop, yes yes yes!”
They gaze into each other’s eyes as they climax together, both of their groans and whimpers mixing into a harmonious melody.
Those fucking eyes.
Fuckin' gay.