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Stolas opened his eyes slowly, his mind still swimming in a thick haze. He wasn’t sure what was to blame for the constant fog—the shock and trauma of everything he’d endured, the absence of his medication, or going this long without alcohol—or maybe it was a combination of everything. Whatever it was, it sucked. Everything felt muted and dissociated, like he was drifting just slightly out of sync with everything around him.
The only thing keeping him tethered was Blitzø.
Without him, Stolas felt so lost in the haze. But Blitzø… Blitzø was his light. The brightest moments of clarity he’d felt recently were the times Blitzø had made him smile or laugh, even just a little. Everything felt so empty, so those fleeting sparks of warmth meant everything.
Blitzø. Where was Blitzø? His foggy brain was still adjusting to waking up in the middle of the night. Oh, right. Sleeping across the room instead of on the couch with him.
It was still dark, Stolas looked across the room at how beautiful Blitzø looked sprawled out on his back on the beanbag. The moonlight streaming through the window bathed him in a pale glow, softening the sharp edges of his body. His shirt had ridden up, exposing his stomach and part of his chest, the faint lines of his abs catching the light and drawing Stolas’s gaze.
Stolas swallowed hard, a familiar heat already pooling low in his body. He gripped tighter around the horse blanket draped over him as his eyes refused to stray. The thought slipped in, what would it feel like to drag his tongue along those sharp, defined lines? To kiss his way downward, savoring the warmth of Blitzø’s skin? To taste him, to feel him shiver under his touch?
Stop.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop staring. The gentle rise and fall of Blitzø’s chest, the way his lips parted slightly in sleep, the curve of his waist leading down to his hips—it was mesmerizing. Stolas’s breath hitched as his body stirred, warmth spreading as the feathers on the back of his neck puffed slightly with the sudden arousal.
It wasn’t often that he got to see Blitzø like this. Even living together, having so much more time to see him, Stolas rarely let his gaze linger as long as he wanted. He wasn’t used to the vulnerability of being so easily read—of having his desires laid bare in a way that felt impossible to hide. The thought of Blitzø catching him staring too long, realizing how deeply Stolas wanted him, was terrifying.
He tried to keep those feelings buried, afraid of pushing too hard or too fast and ruining everything again. He wanted to initiate something, but what if it was too soon? Should he wait for Blitzø to make the first move? The weight of their past mistakes also hung heavy in his chest. What if Blitzø only agreed out of some misplaced sense of obligation, not genuine desire? What if he had just become a burden for Blitzø to take care of and he agreed out of pity?
But every time those doubts crept in, Stolas remembered everything that made him believe Blitzø wanted him just as much.
The way Blitzø would cuddle close, holding him just a little tighter than necessary, like he needed the reassurance of physical closeness but didn’t want to admit it. The way his fingers would sometimes brush delicately against Stolas’s feathers, lingering a heartbeat too long before pulling away, as though testing boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross. And the way Blitzø’s gaze would drift when he thought Stolas wasn’t looking—it felt like a quiet longing, unspoken questions hanging in the air, waiting for the right moment to be voiced.
But why didn’t Blitzø take the first step? Was he waiting for Stolas to be the one to initiate?
Stolas took a deep breath and focused on Blitzø— laid out before him, completely vulnerable, completely unguarded. The sight was intoxicating, a raw glimpse of the imp that made it impossible to think of anything but how desperately he wanted him.
Stolas watched as Blitzø shifted, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers. The movement was slow, unconscious, but enough to make Stolas freeze. His sharp eyes caught the subtle tug of fabric as Blitzø’s thumb hooked the edge, pulling it down just enough to reveal more of his taut skin.
Stolas’s heart pounded as he watched. His gaze followed the line of Blitzø’s abs, tracing the sharp definition that disappeared beneath his waistband. Then he saw it—the faint movement beneath the fabric, the way Blitzø’s cock was beginning to harden, the outline pressing against his boxers.
A soft, breathy whimper escaped Blitzø’s lips, and Stolas felt the sound like a bolt of lightning through his body. His thighs pressed together instinctively, the tingling heat between his legs intensifying. His hand drifted downward, slipping between his thighs as his fingers ghosted over his entrance, teasing himself with slow, light touches.
What if Blitzø was dreaming about him? What if he was the reason Blitzø was so turned on in his sleep?
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, making him rub himself harder. His breathing grew shallow as he thought about Blitzø’s hands on him, the imp spreading his legs before feeling his mouth on his sensitive entrance.
Stolas’s free hand gripped the blanket harder, talons digging into the fabric as he let out a soft, shaky exhale. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this—touching himself while watching Blitzø like this. It was wrong, he told himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Blitzø looked so beautiful, so utterly perfect, and Stolas was so painfully starved for him.
Blitzø shifted again, his boxers slipping slightly lower, exposing the base of his cock. Stolas tried hard to stifle a moan, his mind racing with fantasies—of pulling those boxers down completely, of taking Blitzø into his mouth, of tasting him, of hearing him gasp and moan his name for real.
He wanted him so badly he ached. His fingers pressed harder, rubbing in slow circles as his hips began to rock against his hand.
Stolas wanted Blitzø in every possible way. It wasn’t just about the release; it was about feeling closer to him, imagining what it might be like if it were Blitzø’s hands—and mouth—bringing him to the edge. But more than that, he longed for the intimacy of simply holding each other, of falling asleep tangled together in quiet closeness.
He thought back to the first night they’d cuddled after he’d moved in. It had been just lying closely next to each other without holding each other. The second time, though, Blitzø had slipped an arm around him, gently pulling him close and asking if he was comfortable with it. Stolas had said yes, but he’d wanted to say so much more—to tell Blitzø he could do anything, that he wanted him in every way imaginable.
Now, Stolas wished Blitzø were over here, that he was the one touching him, holding him, giving him the closeness he craved so desperately.
He felt his orgasm building, but it lingered just out of reach. Despite how pent up he was, despite how long it had been since he’d gotten off, his body stubbornly refused to tip over that edge. He needed more. He needed him.
Beak biting down on the blanket to try and muffle his shaky breaths, Stolas moved his talons carefully, slipping them into his dripping cloaca. He rocked his hips, finding a rhythm that was enough to tease pleasure from his nerves but still not quite enough to satisfy completely.
A small moan escaped him before he could catch it, and he froze. His eyes had remained on Blitzø and he was still seemingly asleep, just as peaceful as before.
Stolas exhaled shakily, realizing he wasn’t going to get there. Frustration and longing built in him, tightening his chest as his hand cramped from the effort. He switched hands, his motions growing erratic, almost desperate, but it still wasn’t enough. He was right there. Right there. But it was never quite enough. He teetered maddeningly on the edge, his desire for Blitzø filling his mind and body until it felt unbearable.
Fuck.
He tried again, slipping deeper into his fantasies. Closing his eyes and thinking of Blitzø’s strong hands gripping his hips. His long tongue tracing along the wet feathers around his entrance before working his tongue in and out of him. Stolas’s head tipped back deeper into the couch cushion, his strokes becoming frantic as he wavered on the edge—but release refused to come.
Why couldn’t he cum? Why wasn’t this enough?
After what felt like an eternity of fruitless effort, Stolas gave up, letting out a quiet, frustrated sigh. His body was still throbbing, arousal pulsing insistently, but he gave up. Everything fucking sucked.
Stolas dragged himself to his feet, careful not to disturb the imp quietly asleep across the room. The weight of his emotions felt crushing—frustration and the raw vulnerability that came with being unable to cope as he once had. No meds. No alcohol. Not even this small, selfish escape.
He slipped outside to the balcony, the slight chill of the night air felt rather nice. He lit a cigarette, the glow of the ember briefly illuminating his features as he leaned against the railing. The smoke swirled up into the night as he took a deep drag, trying to ground himself.
All he needed to do was talk to Blitzø. Figure out what he wanted—if he indeed desired him in the same way. Instead of trying to decipher the imp’s body language like some hopeless fool. They’d had sex so many times before, so why did this all feel like the first time again? Why did he feel even more nervous now than he had back then?
He thought about the countless nights he’d spent standing alone on his own balcony, gazing at the moon. Feeling so alone, longing for the fleeting sparks of joy Blitzø brought him on their full-moon nights.
Tonight was another full moon, but he didn’t have to feel that emptiness now.
Blitzø was right there, so close, and could help fill the void of loneliness. If Stolas could find the courage to ask, they could share the affection he felt sure they both yearned for.
Stolas’s thoughts churned, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. No, he needed to go back to bed, try to sleep, and hope he could stop thinking about Blitzø like this. The tension coiling in his body refused to fade, but he did his best to ignore it. He could try to take care of himself in the morning—in the bath, where he wouldn’t have to worry about Blitzø waking up and catching him.
Until now, that had been his routine—discreetly trying to find release in the moments of privacy the bath afforded him. But it never worked. No matter how desperate he was, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t get off. The frustration had been gnawing at him so much. And now, here he was—pathetically touching himself while watching Blitzø sleep. The realization made his chest tighten with shame, but the ache in his body was relentless, overpowering any attempt at self-restraint.
Was it that anxiety holding him back? Or did he want Blitzø so badly that nothing else could satisfy him?
A frustrated sigh escaped him as he flicked the cigarette over the balcony railing and stepped back inside, easing the door shut as quietly as he could. Making his way toward the couch, his eyes instinctively flicked to the beanbag, and his heart stumbled when he saw Blitzø lying there, awake. Those soft, yellow eyes locked onto his, glimmering faintly in the dim light.
“Oh! Blitzø, I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you,” Stolas stammered, his fingers nervously fidgeting as warmth flushed his face. “I tried to be as quiet as—”
“You didn’t wake me, birdie,” Blitzø interrupted gently, his voice calm and reassuring.
“I just can’t sleep for shit tonight,” Blitzø admitted.
Fuck. Had he been awake during any of that? The thought made Stolas’s stomach twist with nervousness.
He realized that toward the end of his attempts, he’d been so lost in his fantasies, eyes closed while so focused on chasing that fleeting pleasure, that he hadn’t been paying full attention to Blitzø. It was entirely possible the imp could have woken up while he got carried away. He swallowed and exhaled softly, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
“Ah, um, same,” Stolas mumbled, gripping the horse blanket tightly in his hands. His fingers fidgeted with the soft fabric, as if the motion might steady him. He couldn’t seem to hold Blitzø’s gaze for long, his eyes flickering nervously between the imp and the floor, unsure where to settle.
And then another realization struck—Blitzø’s strong sense of smell. Even if he hadn’t been awake for the entire ordeal, the lingering scent of Stolas’s arousal was unmistakable.
Before he could stop himself, the words spilled out in a desperate, trembling voice. “Would you, um, perhaps want to… come cuddle?”
His heart raced as the question hung in the air, the heat in his face burning hotter with every passing second. This was a terrible idea, but the words had already slipped out, and he couldn’t take them back now. This is exactly what he wanted, Blitzø close to him, holding him. But not right now. Not while he was still this fucking horny.
Blitzø blinked, his soft smile deepening into something tender. A flicker of warmth lit up his eyes, sending a sharp pang through Stolas’s chest. “Yeah, that sounds nice,” Blitzø said softly, his voice still tinged with the raspy edge of just waking up—a sound that made Stolas’s heart race.
As Blitzø rose to his feet, Stolas’s eyes couldn’t help but follow him, trailing over the imp’s muscular body. He watched, transfixed, as Blitzø casually peeled his shirt off, revealing the toned lines of his torso. Stolas’s gaze lingered longer than it should have, his cheeks flushing when Blitzø, without hesitation, adjusted himself—shifting his still half-hard cock into a more comfortable position in his boxers.
The sight made Stolas’s breath catch, heart pounding as he quickly averted his gaze. The air between them felt thick with unspoken tension.
It was impossible to ignore now—Blitzø must desire him just as much. The subtle cues, the casual intimacy, there was no doubt.
His gut told him Blitzø wanted this—wanted him. No more second guessing, Stolas decided he had to trust that instinct. Maybe Blitzø was finally ready to be the one to make a move. But if he wasn’t, then Stolas needed to.
Blitzø crossed the room and slipped behind Stolas on the couch, pulling him into a warm, secure embrace. His smaller frame pressed perfectly against Stolas’s back, enveloping him in a way that made him feel complete.
For someone so small, Blitzø radiated a warmth that seeped into every part of him the moment he wrapped his arms around him.
Stolas wanted to sleep like this every night. They’d sleep together sometimes, but Blitzø seemingly tried to give him space some nights, when Stolas wished he could speak up and just ask him to sleep with him every night. But it was his own fault, as he had been withdrawing and dissociating even more. So much, that Blitzø probably felt like he was starting to overwhelm and smother him, when Stolas craved as much affection as Blitzø would give him.
Blitzø’s hand slipped under Stolas’s borrowed sweater, his fingers grazing the soft feathers beneath. His touch lingered for a moment before he whispered, “Can I take this off?”
“Yes,” Stolas squeaked, his voice soft and breathless. He hated that he was suddenly feeling so nervous.
With careful hands, Blitzø tugged the oversized sweater of Loona’s up and over his head, exposing the sleek plumage of his upper body. He tossed it over the back of the couch and cuddled close again.
Blitzø’s warmth spread deeper into him as his arms tightened around him, one slipping beneath to cradle Stolas’s torso while the other rested gently on his hip. His thumb began tracing slow, soothing circles over the soft curve of his hip, with a tenderness that sent shivers through him.
Stolas tried to keep his breath steady, his heart from beating too fast. He didn’t want Blitzø to pick up on how nervous he was.
“You’re so tense, Stols,” Blitzø whispered, his voice warm and reassuring. “Relax. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
The words melted something deep inside Stolas. He exhaled shakily as Blitzø’s hand slid up to his shoulder, fingers kneading into the tense muscles there. The soothing gentleness of Blitzø’s touch made the tension in his body unravel bit by bit. The firm, rhythmic pressure coaxed a deep sigh from him.
“There’s my bird,” Blitzø murmured. His tone was so tender, so full of affection.
My bird.
The words struck something raw and vulnerable in him, sparking warmth that spread from his chest to the tips of his talons.
Blitzø’s hand returned to his side, fingers ghosting over his feathers on the way down to his hip where his thumb resumed its soft, circular strokes. The motion was so relaxing, so grounding—but also so maddeningly arousing. Stolas was still pent up, frustration thrumming under the surface. He’d never found release earlier, and now having Blitzø’s hands on him, his warm body pressed so closely, was only driving him further into the haze of arousal. There was no way the imp’s sharp nose couldn’t tell how hopelessly turned on he was.
The way Blitzø was so comfortable taking his shirt off, and cuddling so intimately. It made Stolas feel like Blitzø was trying to tell him without speaking that he was willing to touch him if he asked for it.
Stolas’s mind spun with conflicting urges—he was desperate for more but too afraid to voice it. Why was it so hard to ask for something that had once been so effortless?
So, since Blitzø was communicating to him without words, he decided to ask for what he wanted without words.
His hand trembled as he reached down, covering Blitzø’s and guiding it from his hip to the space between his legs. He slipped it beneath the waistband of his shorts, his breath catching as Blitzø’s palm settled there. Stolas released his hold and moved his hand away, leaving Blitzø’s resting against the soft, feathered mound.
There was a pause, Blitzø’s breath hitching audibly before his fingers shifted.
“You want me to touch you?” His voice was low, hushed. Blitzø’s words sent another rush of tingling heat between the owl’s legs.
“Please,” Stolas whispered, the single word trembling with desperation. The embarrassment of how needy he sounded barely registering against the overwhelming ache of desire.
Blitzø’s fingers found the slick heat of his entrance, exploring cautiously at first. Sparks ignited across Stolas’s body as he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Blitzø breathed, his voice rasping with barely restrained arousal.
His fingers teased along the matted feathers, spreading the slick around as he circled the sensitive opening. “You’re so wet.”
Stolas could barely respond, his body arching into Blitzø’s touch. His breath came in shallow gasps as Blitzø worked him open with care.
“You’ve really wanted this, huh?” Blitzø murmured, pressing a little deeper.
“So badly,” Stolas whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.
Blitzø shifted, tugging Stolas’s shorts lower to give himself better access. The subtle motion sent another shiver through Stolas, anticipation coiling tight in his core. When Blitzø pressed two fingers inside, the stretch was overwhelming in the best way. Stolas moaned softly, unable to stifle the sound.
“Fucking Satan, you’re tight,” Blitzø muttered against Stolas’s back, his breath warm and uneven. His fingers moved rhythmically, scissoring gently to ease the tension, and Stolas couldn’t help another soft moan escaping his mouth.
“Easy, birdie,” he whispered, his tone a soft blend of reassurance and command. “Need you to stay quiet for me, alright?”
Stolas nodded, his heart pounding as he tried to suppress the cries threatening to escape. The last thing he wanted was to wake Loona, but Blitzø’s touch made it nearly impossible to stay silent.
“Were you thinking about me?” Blitzø’s voice was teasing, his fingers curling in a way that made Stolas gasp.
“Y-yes,” Stolas quietly stuttered, choking back the moans as Blitzø skillfully worked his fingers.
Blitzø’s cock twitched against his back, the heat of it sending another surge of arousal through Stolas’s body. He felt Blitzø lean in closer, his breath hot against his body.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Blitzø murmured, his voice raw and intimate. “I think about this all the fucking time, Stols.”
The words hit Stolas with as much force as the physical sensations, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted—no, needed—more, and he knew Blitzø could sense it.
He wanted nothing more than for Blitzø to be inside him right now, to feel him completely, to make love to him right here on this couch.
Blitzø’s hips began to move instinctively, gently grinding himself against Stolas’s back as his fingers worked steadily.
Blitzø’s movements then slowed, and he carefully withdrew his fingers, earning a quiet whimper of protest from Stolas.
With a gentle touch, he turned Stolas onto his back and climbed over him. He tugged the owl’s shorts off entirely, then leaned down, pressing soft bites and kisses along Stolas’s neck.
“I keep thinking about how much I want to taste you, and make you feel good,” Blitzø whispered, his voice low and soothing as he trailed further down.
The imp placed a trail of kisses down Stolas’s chest and stomach, his fingers following behind, scratching just deeply enough for Stolas to feel it keenly through his feathers.
When Blitzø reached his hips, he gently spread Stolas’s legs a little wider before resting his chin on the soft mound between them. He looked up, meeting Stolas’s gaze. The softness in Blitzø’s eyes, paired with the tender curve of his smile, was something Stolas had only recently begun to see. But he had never seen that look while they were intimate.
There had been glimpses before, fleeting and quickly masked, but to see Blitzø like this now, so open and vulnerable, was almost overwhelming. Stolas could feel the heat rising to his face, his feathers fluffing slightly from the intensity of the moment. They had never looked at each other like this—not during moments like these. It was something entirely new.
“Just relax, birdie and let me take care of you,” Blitzø murmured, his voice carrying a raw sincerity that made Stolas’s heart ache. Between his words, he pressed soft kisses along the downy feathers of Stolas’s inner thighs. The tenderness in his voice, spoken so intimately before going down on him, was everything Stolas had ever dreamed of.
Keeping his eyes on Stolas, Blitzø’s tongue flicked out, giving a few teasing licks to lap up the slick dripping from his cloaca. The intimate sensation sent a shiver through Stolas, who quickly bit down on his hand to muffle any sounds that might escape.
Their eyes stayed locked, and the intensity of that shared gaze was electrifying, unlike anything Stolas had experienced before. Blitzø’s tongue worked skillfully around his sensitive flesh, slipping inside with deliberate movements that made Stolas tremble. He struggled to suppress the desperate whimpers rising in his throat, his body arching subtly at the overwhelming sensation.
Blitzø didn’t stop there. He began suckling at the slick feathers around his entrance, drawing a soft, muffled moan from Stolas as he grabbed the blanket to bite down onto, desperate to keep quiet. Every calculated flick and motion of Blitzø’s tongue unraveled him further, making his eyes roll back in pleasure.
Almost instinctively, Stolas’s trembling hands moved to Blitzø’s horns—one gripping lightly for stability while the other traced along its curve with trembling tenderness. He’d missed this so desperately—the eagerness, the intimacy of being touched like this. But something about the way Blitzø was touching him now felt so much more intense, so much deeper than before.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, Stolas gazed down at Blitzø, his heart clenching at the sight. The imp was utterly engrossed, devouring him with such care and intensity it made his entire body burn. Stolas struggled to hold back the tension pooling low in his core, wanting to draw out the sensation, to savor every second of this overwhelming euphoria that Blitzø seemed to give so effortlessly.
Blitzø knew exactly how to work him, his skilled tongue coaxing out wave after wave of pleasure with an almost maddening precision. Stolas’s back arched instinctively, and his grip on the imp’s horns tightened as his body responded. Blitzø’s hands roamed his thighs, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh as he worked, grounding Stolas in the dizzying bliss of his touch.
Stolas was being driven closer and closer to the release he hadn’t been able to reach on his own. His breaths grew ragged, his hips moving instinctively as he thrust against Blitzø’s eager mouth, his hands tightening on the imp’s horns to pull him even closer.
Blitzø responded with a firm grip on Stolas’s trembling thighs, squeezing them as his tongue worked with unrelenting precision. Stolas struggled to keep quiet, but he was losing the battle with every flick and suck.
“Blitzø, I c-can’t,” Stolas stammered, his voice quivering as he tried to warn him—he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Instead of easing up, Blitzø doubled down, his movements growing more fervent. Stolas’s entire body tensed as the overwhelming sensations surged through him, building beyond the point he thought he could endure. This wasn’t just release—it was something far more intense, something Blitzø had effortlessly coaxed out of him.
Stolas’s body trembled uncontrollably, his vision blurring as the final wave of pleasure overtook him. A small cry slipped past his beak despite himself as he clung tightly to Blitzø’s horns. The imp stayed with him through every shuddering moment, his mouth relentless, drawing out the climax until Stolas couldn’t take it anymore.
It felt like the hardest he’d ever come, his body fully spent from Blitzø’s touch. As Stolas’s chest heaved, trying to catch his breath, he met Blitzø’s gaze—those striking yellow eyes watching him intently, filled with raw desire and awe.
Blitzø gave a few gentle licks, his tongue careful as he cleaned up the last traces of Stolas’s release, stopping just before the sensitivity became too much.
“Pretty bird,” Blitzø murmured, his soaked chin resting between Stolas’s legs, his hands still tenderly holding his thighs. His voice was soft, full of affection, as they both caught their breath together.
Stolas watched as Blitzø climbed up and rested against his chest, his gentle hands cradling Stolas’s cheeks with an electrifying tenderness. It felt like a barrier had shattered, whatever had kept them from truly being close now gone.
Blitzø leaned in for a kiss, deep and passionate, exactly the kind of connection Stolas had always craved. There was no hesitance, no restraint—only raw emotion. Their last kiss had been just as intense, but it came during a high-adrenaline, traumatic moment. This was different.
Their tongues explored one another’s mouths in a way that felt comfortable, almost natural, as though all the awkwardness of past intimacy had melted away. Blitzø’s hands roamed over Stolas’s soft body, his touch igniting heat wherever it landed. Stolas moaned quietly into the kiss, losing himself in it. The occasional pauses, where they stared into each other’s eyes before diving back in, made it feel even more intoxicating.
Stolas had never experienced anything like this—getting so utterly lost in a kiss.
Blitzø finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips from the messiness of it all.
“Let’s go outside,” Blitzø whispered, his voice low and gentle.
“What?” Stolas blinked, his mind too fogged with arousal to process the words immediately.
“Yeah,” Blitzø murmured softly, nuzzling into his neck. His warm breath tickled Stolas’s feathers as he whispered, “Let me take you out on the balcony, and make—and fuck you nice and slow.” Blitzø’s words stumbled, his blush deepening as he caught himself mid-sentence.
The imp leaned in quickly, capturing Stolas’s beak in another deep kiss as though trying to erase the slip-up from memory.
Blitzø smiled, placed a kiss on his forehead before he stood, quickly gathering blankets and a pillow without a word, while his tail happily wagged behind him. Stolas watched him, his heart pounding as the imp stepped out onto the balcony and carefully arranged everything into a cozy nest for the owl to lay on.
Even in the haze of desire, Stolas couldn’t stop thinking about Blitzø’s unfinished sentence. He was sure he knew what Blitzø had been about to say—that he wanted to make love to him. The thought made Stolas’s heart ache with longing. He desperately wanted to hear those words.
Blitzø returned, scooping Stolas up with ease and carrying him outside. The look in his eyes, paired with that tender smile, melted Stolas’s heart. He could see that Blitzø wasn’t ready to say those words aloud, and he didn’t want to push him.
He gently laid the bird down, making sure his head rested comfortably on the pillow, before closing the sliding door behind them and slipping his boxers off.
“You comfy?” Blitzø asked, his voice soft and filled with care.
“I’m fine,” Stolas smiled and said softly, still a bit lost in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm.
His gaze drifted almost instinctively, landing on Blitzø’s erection. The sight of the glistening precum, dripping and glinting faintly in the moonlight, sent a rush of heat pooling between his legs. His cheeks flushed deeply, the warmth spreading as he tried to pull his focus back to Blitzø.
“Though, what if someone hears us, or sees us?” Stolas asked nervously, though a part of him found the idea thrilling. Blitzø leaned over him, straddling his chest as he cupped Stolas’s cheeks with tender hands.
“They won’t. It’ll be fine, birdie,” he said before kissing him again. His lips were passionate, his touch reverent. Stolas melted under him, overwhelmed by the intensity of Blitzø’s emotions, of feeling the imp hold nothing back.
Blitzø’s hard cock pressed against Stolas’s torso, his precum smearing into the owl’s feathers, sending more waves of arousal between his legs.
They kissed again, deep and lingering, before Blitzø slowly made his way between Stolas’s legs. He gently pushed them apart, positioning himself while their eyes remained locked. The intensity of Blitzø’s gaze was unfamiliar to Stolas—so much eye contact—but he found himself craving it more and more.
Stolas held his breath as Blitzø began to press forward, his tip breaching his tight cloaca with agonizing slowness. A soft moan escaped Stolas at the sensation of Blitzø filling him, his body stretching to accommodate the imp as he sank deeper, inch by inch.
“There’s my pretty bird,” Blitzø murmured, trying to keep his breathing steady. A low moan slipped from him as he bottomed out, fully buried inside.
Blitzø set a rhythm, his hips moving with perfect precision, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through Stolas. The feeling of Blitzø’s thick cock sliding in and out, stretching him, hitting so deeply—it was overwhelming. Stolas knew he wouldn’t last long; the sheer ecstasy of Blitzø inside him was too much, too intense.
His mind was a haze of bliss, but through it, Stolas’s gaze stayed fixed on Blitzø. He must have looked like a mess, completely fucked out and feathers a mess, but Blitzø—Blitzø looked breathtaking. The way his face was illuminated in the moonlight, the pure pleasure etched into his features—it made Stolas’s heart desire him even more.
Blitzø bit his lip softly, his yellow eyes gleaming as they roamed over Stolas, drinking him in. His hands caressed Stolas’s soft body with an unspoken tenderness. Stolas could feel the depth of what Blitzø wasn’t able to say with words in every touch.
This wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It wasn’t just about their bodies finally coming together again. It was so much more, and Stolas realized he didn’t need Blitzø to say the words to feel it.
Blitzø kept up a steady pace, his grip tightening on Stolas’s thighs as he angled himself perfectly, thrusting deep and hitting that spot that made Stolas cry out despite his best efforts to stay quiet. Blitzø still remembered exactly how to pleasure him, knew precisely how hard and how deep he needed to go to unravel him completely.
Each motion left Stolas trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure built higher and higher. Blitzø’s gaze flicking between where their bodies joined and Stolas’s blissed out expression, drinking in every reaction.
Stolas kept his gaze locked on Blitzø’s face, captivated by his unguarded beauty. The imp was no longer masking his emotions or holding himself back, fully immersed in the moment, allowing himself to be close to Stolas in every way. Stolas could see Blitzø nearing his peak—he felt his tail coiling tightly around his leg, watched his breaths growing shallow and uneven, his pace quickening just slightly. When Blitzø’s eyes fluttered shut and rolled back, he let out a moan so blissful and raw that it made Stolas’s own body tremble with pleasure.
The tingling heat in Stolas’s core swelled to an unbearable intensity, and he couldn’t hold back the loud moan that tore from him. His body quivered as his orgasm hit with incredible force.
“Blitzø!” Stolas cried out, his voice breaking as his cloaca tightened around Blitzø’s thick cock, which was still working him with deep, deliberate thrusts.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Blitzø whimpered, his voice so soft, right before he reached his own climax. Stolas could feel Blitzø’s cock throbbing inside him, warmth flooding him as Blitzø came, filling him up.
Stolas’s trembling only intensified as Blitzø kept thrusting as both of their bodies rode out their releases. His movements slow but unrelenting, drawing every last drop of pleasure from the moment. The intimacy of it all left Stolas breathless, completely lost in Blitzø’s touch.
Blitzø pulled out, watching a messy mixture of both of their releases leaking out of Stolas’s cloaca. Stolas tried to catch his breath as Blitzø collapsed on top of him, equally out of breath, burying his face into his soft chest feathers.
Blitzø’s hand reached up, fingers threading through the feathers on Stolas’s head. The gentle touch was grounding, soothing Stolas in the afterglow of their intense connection. His arms instinctively wrapped around Blitzø, holding him close as they lay there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, under the moonlight.
Stolas wanted to say so much, but knew it would be too much right now. It was enough to just fully enjoy this moment, holding Blitzø while they lay under the moonlight, completely spent. Stolas gently scratched between the spikes on Blitzø’s back, earning a happy little noise from the imp as he nuzzled his face into his plumage.
After some time, Stolas quietly whispered, “Should we finally try to get some sleep?”
“Mmm, probably,” Blitzø mumbled, his words slurred with sleepiness. His body was heavy with relaxation, melting further into Stolas as his eyes fluttered closed. He nuzzled against Stolas’s chest, the faintest smile playing on his lips.
With a small chuckle, Stolas carefully gathered Blitzø in his arms, managing to scoop up the imp along with the pillow and blankets Blitzø had brought outside. Blitzø didn’t stir much, only muttering something unintelligible as his head nestled deeper into the owl’s chest fluff.
Stolas carried him inside, making their way to the couch and lowered himself onto it, keeping Blitzø cradled comfortably on top of him.
Blitzø let out a soft sigh, barely shifting as Stolas began to stroke his back again, soothing motions scratching between the spikes on his back that coaxed an even deeper calm into the imp’s already relaxed frame.
“G’night, birdie, I’m... happy… that we finally did this,” Blitzø mumbled, his voice drowsy and muffled against Stolas’s feathers. His arms tightened slightly around Stolas, a lazy, affectionate squeeze before he drifted further into sleep.
Stolas paused, a small, fond smile tugging at the corners of his beak. He pressed a light kiss to the top of Blitzø’s head. “So am I. Goodnight, Blitzø, ” he murmured sleepily, his voice low and full of meaning.
Stolas held Blitzø close, savoring the warmth of his small frame and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Each rise and fall of Blitzø’s chest felt grounding, a soothing reminder that he was truly here, in his arms.
Stolas let his eyes drift closed, content to simply exist in this moment. He didn’t know how things might change once they woke, but for now, it felt as though one of the barriers between them had crumbled. For the first time in what felt like ages, Stolas felt a quiet, hopeful certainty settle over him. Falling asleep with Blitzø in his arms, after the closeness they had shared tonight, was everything he had been yearning for.
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