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Blitzø trudged up the stairs of their apartment building, the soft thuds of his boots echoing against the wooden steps with each heavy stride. His muscles ached, and he was fairly certain that the headache he’s had the past three days was a result of stress. IMP was thriving; the surge in interested clients wanting to hire them had nearly tripled. Which was great. More clients meant more money, more money meant they could afford a new place where he and Stolas could have their own room and a bed. The new apartment was nicer than the one he and Loona had rented. The paint and wallpaper wasn't peeling, the stairs weren't splintered and creaking; overall, it was a much safer place for them. It was a two bedroom, but he knew that once Via was in a better situation with Stolas, they'd need to find a three bedroom to rent, as he wanted Via to have her own space too. While there were a lot of positives to his business booming, it also came with a ton of added stress. It was still just him, Moxx, Mills, and occasionally Loonie going on hits. Even with their team of four, they were stretched thin and often had to go on hits separately. They’d each take a job, Blitzø would open everyone’s portal, they’d do their thing and then call Blitzø to portal them home. He could hire more people—he probably should—but this was a job you had to trust who you worked with and… he didn’t trust easily.
He reached the door and fished his keys out of his pocket, but as he picked his house key from the ring, the keys slipped from his hand. “God fucking damnit.” he cursed, bending down to pick them back up. He grumbled under his breath as he shoved the key into the lock and stepped inside.
A smile spread across his lips when he saw Stolas sitting on the couch, engrossed in a Hell-A-Novella episode. He dropped his keys onto the table against the wall. “How’s Gabriella?”
Stolas turned, his eyes brightening as he went to greet Blitzø. “Welcome home, darling.” He leaned down to place a kiss between Blitzø’s horns. “How was your day?”
Blitzø groaned, leaning his body against Stolas’. “Mm don’ wanna talk about it. Buncha fucking bullshit.” He looked up at his bird’s sweet face. “How was your day off, babe?”
Stolas gently stroked Blitzø’s right horn. "It was lovely. You need to take a day off, Blitzø. I’m beginning to worry that you are overworking yourself.”
Blitzø shrugged his shoulders. “'S fine. Stress never killed anyone.”
Stolas gently pushed Blitzø back a bit to look at him, concern etched across his heart-shaped face. “Blitzø, stress absolutely has killed people. You need to relax, darling.” Stolas cupped Blitzø’s cheek, the warmth of his talons providing a soothing comfort. “Why don’t we head to our room and smoke some, hm? It will help take your mind off things for a while.”
Blitzø nodded and said, “Yeah... yeah that could help.”
Stolas smiled softly down at him, taking his hand and leading him to the room before closing the door behind them. He gently pushed Blitzø toward the bed. “Go get comfortable, darling. I’ll get the joint for us.”
Blitzø smiled and said, “Thanks, Stols.” He shuffled over to his side, stripping off his jacket, and climbed into bed. After sleeping on the worn couch for so long, he was grateful to have an actual bed again. Especially when he shared that bed with Stolas, waking up to him everyday was such a comforting feeling.
He leaned back against the headboard, adjusting some pillows to support his lower back as he watched Stolas fiddle in their designated smoke drawer. They stored all their stash in one area, a drawer in the bedside table.
Blitzø chuckled when Stolas pulled out a small joint, wiggling his hips playfully. “I’ve got it, darling!” he exclaimed, grabbing the lighter and crawling into bed beside Blitzø.
Stolas mimicked Blitzø’s position, crossing his long ass legs, before lighting up and offering it to Blitzø. “You take the first hit, love.”
Blitzø grinned as he accepted the joint from him and took a deep drag. He let the smoke fill his lungs, holding it in briefly before slowly exhaling. “Didn’t need to let me take the first hit, y’know, birdie.”
Stolas shifted to lie on his side, reaching forward to run a talon down his chest. “Hmm, but you need it more than I do, darling,” he said softly. “Take another.”
Blitzø scrunched up his face and took another hit. “I’m really fine, Stols. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“I’m not doubting your capabilities, Blitzø. However, everyone needs assistance sometimes. It’s perfectly okay to ask for help, darling.”
Blitzø felt the effects of the weed beginning to take effect, a light, warm, and hazy sensation starting to envelop his mind. “Mm, I guess you’re right.”
Stolas smiled, nodding as he took the joint from Blitzø’s fingers. “I am. Just relax.” He said before taking his first hit.
Despite the airy feeling, Blitzø could still feel the stress weighing him down. Which aggravated him, he had hoped that getting high would help a little more than it was. “Damnit...” he grumbled.
Stolas looked at him, concerned. “What’s the matter?”
Blitzø plucked the joint from him, inhaling deeply, more so than his previous hits. He tilted his head back, his horns resting against the headboard, and closed his eyes, trying to let the weed do its job. “Think I just need to smoke more.”
The weed was at least doing the job of distracting him from his body's aches; he felt as if he were being swaddled in clouds.
A nice, warm weight appeared on his groin. He opened his eyes to find Stolas straddling his hips, his talons gently sliding beneath Blitzø's shirt. Blitzø couldn't suppress the soft groan that escaped his lips, the sensation against his skin intensified by the effects of the weed.
Stolas smiled down at him sweetly, “I have an idea to help you relax better, darling…” He leaned closer, his beak gently nipping at Blitzø’s collarbone, eliciting a gasp from the imp. “Would my precious pup like to play?” he whispered against his skin.
Blitzø’s tail swished excitedly against the sheets. He loved relinquishing control and embracing his inner puppy for his bird. Not having to worry about anything except feeling good and being cared for was exactly what he needed right now.
Blitzø nodded but then realized that Stolas probably couldn’t see him with his face buried in the nape of his neck. “Y-yeah…” he whispered roughly.
Stolas hummed softly, gradually grinding his hips. “Shall I get your collar and leash?” he purred, sitting up to meet Blitzø’s eyes.
Blitzø’s hands settled on either side of Stolas’ hips, his slit already gathering slick and his cock beginning to harden within its sheath from his boyfriend's movements. “Fuck.. yes.” he groaned.
Stolas attempted to get up, chuckling as Blitzø tightened his grip. “Blitzø, I need to get up in order to retrieve them.”
Blitzø huffed as he removed his hands from Stolas’ hips, “We need to nail them to the headboard or some shit.” he grumbled.
Stolas chuckled again, sliding off Blitzø’s lap and kneeling beside the bed. “Noted, darling.” He reached under the bed and pulled out a small, finished wooden box.
Blitzø leaned over to watch him, his tail wagging behind him excitedly as Stolas opened the box to reveal the collar and leash. The collar had been custom made. It was solid gold in color with tiny black spikes speckled around it, and a black crescent moon-shaped name tag, inscribed with “Blitzy” in silver lettering, dangled from the front. The leash matched the collar in its solid gold color.
When they first began this type of play, they initially used a standard collar. Which was fine, the collar did its job, but the new one felt special. It was also heavier, providing him with an added sense of comfort.
Stolas smiled as he observed Blitzø's reaction to the items. He rose to his full height and placed the leash on the bed, letting the collar dangle from his talons. “Take one last hit, then extinguish it so I can put your collar on you, my sweet pup.”
Blitzø took another deep drag from the joint before leaning over to the side table and putting it out in the ashtray. He quickly got into position, kneeling with his tail swishing behind him. The high prevented him from suppressing his excitement, but he didn't care.
“Hmm, you’re already being such a good boy for me, pup,” Stolas praised, placing a knee on the bed and fastening the collar around Blitzø’s neck. The weight of the collar, combined with the praise, immediately sent a wave of peace throughout Blitzø’s mind, a hint of a purr building in his chest.
Blitzø’s head was swimming, he was unsure if it was the anticipation of what was about to happen or if the effects of the weed had fully kicked in. In reality, he didn’t fucking care which it was, as the haze had pushed his stress into the dark recesses of his mind, completely hidden to his consciousness. It would likely come rushing back tomorrow, but for now, he felt a sense of peace.
Stolas grinned as he crawled up Blitzø’s body, slowly trailing a talon up Blitzø’s thigh until he reached his belt. “Let’s get my good boy out of these clothes, shall we?”
Blitzø nodded, “Fucking… yes, Stols. Please.” He groaned, desperation seeping into his voice. He needed this; he needed Stolas.
Stolas swiftly removed Blitzø's clothes, yet it somehow felt like it lasted an eternity.
A shiver ran up Blitzø’s spine as Stolas cast a hungry gaze over his naked body, pausing briefly on his glistening slit before locking eyes with Blitzø once more. Stolas leaned over him, hooking a talon into the small metal hoop of his collar and yanking him closer. The action sent a jolt straight to his sheathed cock, causing it to poke out further.
Using his free hand, Stolas ran his talons between Blitzø’s folds. “Already so wet for me.” He purred before sliding his talons up until they reached the underside of Blitzø's cock. Blitzø gasped, which spurred Stolas on; he added pressure and began to rub the cock still inside him. “Shall I help you with this, pup?”
Blitzø whimpered and started moving his hips, seeking more friction, his pussy clenching around nothing. Stolas pressed his beak against Blitzø's lips, sliding his tongue against Blitzø's and swallowing his whimpers. His talons stopped teasing Blitzø’s hard cock, leaving it still partially sheathed, sliding them down and slipping two inside Blitzø’s dripping wet cunt.
Blitzø moaned, breaking their mouths apart to tip his head back as much as he could with Stolas still gripping the collar. Pleasure surged through his body. He tightened around the long, warm talons buried deep inside him and moved his hips faster.
“Such a needy little pup. Your cunt is practically sucking my talons in, Blitzø.” Stolas hummed as he thrust his talons in and out of his boyfriend's hole, curling them just right with each thrust in.
“Y-yours…” Blitzø whimpered between moans, his voice sounding cracked and broken even to him. Maybe he should feel embarrassed that just some fingering and praise could reduce him to a desperate mess so quickly, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The comfortable haze produced by the high and the soothing weight of the collar around his throat only heightened the pleasure and desperation he was feeling.
Stolas slowed his movements, “What was that, my love?” he asked.
Blitzø jerked his head back up to meet Stolas's gaze. “Fuck, don’t stop… just—” A deep blush covered his cheeks as he spoke. “I’m… yours.”
Stolas smiled gently, releasing the collar to caress Blitzø's flushed cheek. “Yes, of course, my precious pup. My good boy,” he affirmed, slowly withdrawing his talons from Blitzø's pussy, causing Blitzø to whimper in protest.
“Stolas, I said don’t stop,” Blitzø whined, his tail wrapping around his bird’s wrist in an attempt to make him return his talons to his cunt.
Stolas chuckled softly as he gently removed Blitzø's tail, lifting it to his beak to give the spade a slow lick, which elicited a moan from Blitzø. “Shh, I'm going to take care of you. Wouldn't my pup like to feel more full?”
Blitzø's tail swished in Stolas’ grasp; he understood what that meant. He nodded quickly, “Fuck yes.”
“Hmm…” Stolas released Blitzø's tail, his talons gliding down to caress the head of his cock before sliding underneath and gently coaxing it from its sheath.
“Mmm…” Blitzø groaned in relief; the pressure had been driving him insane.
“Does that feel better?” Stolas asked, giving his cock a languid stroke. His eyes shifted downward, watching a small bead of precum slide from the tip. “My pup has the prettiest cock.”
Blitzø bit his lip, the action muffling his moan. He could feel his slick dripping down from his pussy; he was definitely soaking the sheets, and they'd barely done anything yet.
“Be a good boy for me and stroke your cock while I get ready, pup.” Stolas removed his hand and sat back, clearly waiting for him to comply. Blitzø's blush deepened as his hand wrapped around his cock. Stolas' touch felt worlds better on his skin than his own.
When Blitzø began pumping, he heard Stolas click his tongue. “Puppies don't use their hands.”
Blitzø shot his boyfriend a confused look, “Then how the fuck am I supposed to—"
"Use your tail," Stolas interrupted.
“Babe, I don't think dogs can do that either,” Blitzø argued, immediately regretting his words when Stolas grabbed his tail and gave it a sharp tug. He let out a yelping moan, his vision going dark briefly from the sudden shock of pleasure.
“I said, be a good boy.” Stolas purred.
Blitzø complied, eager to be good. He slipped his tail from Stolas' grasp, wrapping it tightly around his length. Noticing Stolas' pleased expression, he began to pump his hard, leaking cock.
“Good boy,” Stolas praised. “Be sure to go slowly; we wouldn't want you coming before I have the opportunity to fill you, now would we?” He winked at Blitzø as he stood up and walked over to a chest in the corner.
Soft moans escaped from Blitzø's lips as he struggled to keep a slow pace. He desperately needed to cum, but he wanted to do so with Stolas inside him. His boyfriend was not helping his urge to pump faster, especially as he slowly undressed and secured the strap around his hips.
The fake, dark purple cock jutted out from his body. Blitzø was practically drooling as Stolas approached the bed, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “Crawl to me, pup.”
Blitzø got on his hands and knees on the mattress, crawling over to Stolas. His tail was still wrapped around his cock, making the movement awkward, but he hadn’t been given permission to move it.
Blitzø's nose nuzzled against the silicone, his eyes meeting Stolas’.
Stolas gently caressed Blitzø's horn, “Get it nice and wet for me.”
Blitzø let his tongue hang out briefly before sliding it along the underside of the fake cock. He felt Stolas apply pressure to his horn, encouraging him to continue. He lifted a hand to grip his boyfriend’s strap before remembering the comment about using his hands. Setting it back on the mattress, he opened his mouth wider, taking the hard silicone inside. The weight felt pleasant against his tongue as he began to bob his head, his eyes locked on Stolas.
Stolas' feathers fluffed up slightly, and the bright pupils that had become a permanent fixture in his eyes transformed into small hearts. “Such a pretty little thing. I wish you could see yourself; you look beautiful sucking my cock, pup.”
Blitzø groaned, the praise sending jolts through his body as he moved his mouth quicker, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Unable to resist, his tail began to stroke his own cock again.
Stolas gently pushed against his horn. “Hmm I think that’s enough.”
Blitzø released the cock, leaning his head back, a thin line of spit still connecting his mouth to it. Stolas reached down, wiping the drool away with a smile. “Good boy, Blitzø. Are you ready, my love?”
Blitzø let out a needy whined, nodding. He turned around, laying his cheek against the mattress, his ass lifted as high as he could. His eyes glazed over as he moved his tail, raising it up and to the side, his holes on full display for Stolas, his hard cock hanging between his legs, leaking onto the sheets. “Fuck me, Stols. Please.” he whimpered desperately.
Stolas leaned down, placing his talons on Blitzø’s ass and licking a slow stripe that began at the underside of his cock, letting it delve between the folds of Blitzø's pussy, then stopped at Blitzø’s asshole, poking his tongue inside for a moment.
Blitzø whimpered as the warm tongue gave attention to all his sensitive areas. His hips squirmed; as good as Stolas’ tongue felt, he needed something inside him now. “Stolas, please. I need your cock.”
Stolas chuckled as he pulled Blitzø closer to him. He draped his body over Blitzø's back, the fake cock brushing against his pussy, causing Blitzø to jerk and move his hips back against it.
“Patience, pup. I’m just grabbing your leash,” Stolas chided as he located the leash and lifted it up. He twisted the collar around and attached the leash to it, the soft clinking of metal breaking the near silence of the room. The only other sounds were Blitzø’s heavy breathing and occasional whimpers.
Stolas wrapped the leash around his hand until it was taut, then spread Blitzø open. Blitzø whined as he watched Stolas position himself at his dripping hole.
Blitzø moaned loudly as Stolas suddenly pushed inside, burying the cock to the hilt. Stolas groaned as he started a steady pace, the silicone rubbing against his clit with each thrust and twist of his hips.
The moans and squelching noises of Blitzø’s slick being forced from his pussy each time Stolas thrust inside him filled the room. Blitzø couldn’t feel his body except for the places Stolas made contact, as if he wasn't corporeal unless Stolas touched him, bringing him to life.
A tug on the already taut leash during a particularly rough thrust added even more pressure to his throat, but not quite choking, forced a loud, slightly strangled cry from Blitzø’s mouth. “Ah, Stolas!”
Stolas slowed down slightly. "Too much, dearest?”
Blitzø whimpered and moved his hips back against Stolas, fucking himself on the cock, attempting to maintain the previous pace. His tail wrapped around Stolas' waist. “No! No, please don’t slow down. Keep going. Give me more; fuck me harder.”
Stolas gently stroked the base of Blitzø's tail. “Alright, sweet pup, settle down. I'll take care of you, I promise,” he soothed.
Stolas gripped Blitzø’s hip, tightening the leash in his hand as he quickened his pace, angling his hips so that the tip of the cock pounded Blitzø’s sweet spot with each thrust.
Blitzø cried out, his claws gripping the sheets. He thought he heard a ripping noise, but he was too far gone to care. His eyes grew half-hooded, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as Stolas fulfilled his promise and fucked him into an eighth ring of Hell.
His cunt clenched tightly around the hard silicone; he was almost there, he just needed a little more. “S-Stols, I need…” he whined.
Stolas grinned as he untangled Blitzø’s tail from his waist. A dark glint sparkled in his bird’s eyes as he lifted the spade of his tail to his beak. “Come for me, my precious pup.” At the same time, Stolas bit down hard on his spade, roughly yanked the leash, and gave his pussy a powerful thrust.
Blitzø's eyes slammed shut, a gasp escaping his lips, followed by a strangled cry. He saw stars as he came. White spurted from his twitching cock and a gush of slick drenched the cock and the sheets beneath him.
Stolas languidly fucked him through his orgasm, until Blitzø let out a weak moan. Stolas kissed the spade of Blitzø’s tail before slowly sliding out. He placed the leash beside Blitzø on the mattress and removed the soaked strap, letting it drop to the floor. He crawled onto the bed and sat beside Blitzø’s head, gently stroking his horn before lifting his boyfriend’s head to rest in his lap.
Blitzø missed the full feeling already. He lowered himself to lie fully on the mattress, nuzzling his face into Stolas’ plush thigh feathers, still coming down from the extra high his intense orgasm brought on.
“You did so well for me, pup. Such a good boy, Blitzø,” Stolas praised, his talons gently playing with the spikes on the back of Blitzø’s head.
A purr emanated from Blitzø's chest, his tail swishing behind him as he gazed up at Stolas. He could smell Stolas’ arousal, flicking his tongue out to taste it as well. Just the taste of Stolas’ slick filling the air made him hungry for more, to actually taste the sweetness between his legs.
Blitzø lifted his head and said, “I need to taste you, baby. You didn’t cum; I know you didn’t.” He positioned himself between Stolas’ thighs, spreading them apart to reveal his glistening, swollen pussy.
A blush covered Stolas’ heart-shaped face, “It’s okay, darling. Today was about you," he said, his voice lacking resolve.
“Please, Stols. Let me make you feel good,” Blitzø whined. He was fairly certain he had hit his whining quota fucking forever ago.
Stolas smiled as he grabbed the leash once more. “I suppose good pups deserve extra treats when they’ve been especially good.”
Blitzø’s purr grew louder as Stolas guided his head to his dripping pussy. Fuck yeah, he thought, giving his boyfriend’s pussy a long lick. He tasted fucking delicous. Unable to stop himself, he delved his tongue deep inside his folds, his tongue moving frantically. Stolas’ juices quickly covered his mouth and his chin as he licked and sucked.
Stolas moaned, tilting his head back and pressing Blitzø's face harder against his pussy. “Fuck… good boy.”
Blitzø's tail wagged behind him, doubling his efforts, directing his attention to the small, swollen bud resting above his slit. He closed his lips around it and sucked roughly.
Stolas cried out and wrapped his thighs around Blitzø's head, cumming hard. His slick gushed inside Blitzø’s waiting mouth. Blitzø swallowed all he could, then licked his lips and chin clean, determined not to miss a single drop.
Blitzø grinned at Stolas’ blissed out face as he crawled into his lap. He rested his head against Stolas' fluffy chest feathers, breathing in his comforting scent while his tail wrapped loosely around Stolas’ waist.
Stolas hummed and placed a kiss on each horn, wrapping his arms around Blitzø. “Mm, how are you feeling, my love?" he said softly.
Blitzø absentmindedly plucked a few loose feathers. “Better. I definitely fucking need that.” He shifted his gaze to meet Stolas’. “Thank you, babe.”
Stolas smiled gently, “I’m happy I could help relieve some of your stress, Blitzø. Are you ready to take off your leash and collar?"
Blitzø paused for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, just a little longer. The weight... feels nice.”
Stolas tilted his chin up and kissed him deeply. “As long as you need, darling, you’re free to keep it on for as long as you would like. However, it may be wise to get more comfortable.” He then lifted Blitzø off of him and placed him against the pillows.
Blitzø wiggled against the sheets, waiting for Stolas to join him. “C’mere, birdie.”
Stolas chuckled, lying beside Blitzø and extending his arms. “Let me hold you, my love.”
Blitzø didn’t need to be told twice; he scurried into Stolas’ open arms, burying his face back in the warm feathers of his chest. The purr emanating from Blitzø caused Stolas’ chest to vibrate with it.
Stolas gently rubbed Blitzø's back, resting his cheek against his horns. “I love you, Blitzø.”
Warmth flooded Blitzø's heart as his tail wrapped around his boyfriend's thigh. “I love you too, Stols.”