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“Hear me out.”
Oh, nothing good ever came from those words once they left his best friend’s mouth. Stolas shook his head wryly, not even commenting, preferring to flip the page of the paperback he was reading. His top set of eyes could still see the way Blitzø sat cross-legged across from him, a magazine spread open on the imp's lap. There were some strange pictures on the page Blitzø had been perusing, but Stolas couldn’t see clearly because his clown of a best friend had a large claw covering most of it.
“Stolas, come on. This isn't something stupid, just—”
“Oh? So it's not like that idea you had to cover the banister with peanut butter and go sliding down face-first with your mouth open, which led to you chipping a tooth when you smashed into the bust of great-uncle Zelphalor?”
“Hey, that one was a great idea! I just miscal—”
“Or how about that time you brought over some special brownies and got me so high that I punched Andrealphus the next day when he and Stella visited? I still got the cane marks on my legs after Father punished me!”
“How was I to know weed had the opposite effect on birds like you? And y’gotta admit, that was fucking funny, the way he bawled after you broke his beak.”
“And how about the time—”
“Christ on a stick, I get it, I get it! I guess some of my ideas don't exactly go the way I plan them to be… but this one is foolproof!”
“Says the fool.”
“Hey! Take that back, you feathered chicken nugget!”
“Only if you smuggle in another burger from Wackdonalds next time you visit.”
There was laughter in Blitzø’s eyes as they bantered, a huge grin tugging his snout sideways, and Stolas had to hide how much his heart fluttered at the sight of his handsome best friend. He’d always had a crush on Blitzø since they were kids—not that the imp ever noticed. No, he’d been too focused on his work at the circus, always trying to win his father’s favor.
Not that Cash ever gave a shit about his boy, not when there was another clown he deemed more talented than his own flesh and blood. Stolas felt bad for his best friend, spending hours and hours training only to fall short. Somehow, no matter how hard he tried, his efforts never seemed to satisfy the churlish ringmaster. Stolas could empathize, after all, who would know better than him: the owl prince better known as Paimon’s disappointment.
His dark thoughts were pulled into the light by claws suddenly pushing him back onto the bed, his head hitting soft pillows. The young prince’s eyes widened in shock at seeing Blitzø’s face hovering over his, the imp’s countenance haloed by Pride’s setting sun in the background. Blitzø's cocky grin faltered, his eyes roving over Stolas’ faceplate, searching for something the owl could not fathom.
“Blitzø?”
“I wanna try something.”
“So you said.”
“I need you.”
“You need me?!”
“Fuck, don’t say it like that.”
Hurt blossomed inside the owl’s chest. He felt the sides of his beak turn down into a pout. Blitzø didn’t have to sound so offended! Did he really not feel anything for Stolas? Like, even a little?
“I mean, I guess sort of like that.”
“You are confusing me.”
“Ha! Don’t blame me for your midlife crisis.”
“I am only nineteen!”
“Well, so am I!”
“I’m older.”
“By a couple of fucking months!”
Why was this imp so exasperatingly endearing? Stolas couldn’t help but smile at the whiny tone. It almost made him miss the way the imp’s tail started to wrap around his waist. The feel of the flexible appendage slowly circling his torso had the owl’s heart drumming an uneven beat. He swallowed hard when he realized they’d both fallen silent again, and Blitzø was staring at the lower part of his face. The imp appeared mesmerized. He wasn’t looking at Stolas’ beak, was he? And why was Stolas staring at the imp’s snout, watching the way those lips parted, the way that forked tongue darted out to wet those very lips he was watching.
“I wanna kiss you.”
“What?!”
“I’ve never kissed anyone, so I wanna practice.”
“Oh.”
“And I thought, since you’ve never kissed anyone, too, that maybe we could practice together.”
“Right.”
Why did it hurt so much? Stolas shifted his face, turning his gaze to the open balcony door. Twilight had fallen, and the skies outside looked so beautiful in varying shades of red. There was one particular sliver that was the same shade as the imp caging him to the bed, waiting for his response. For permission.
“You—do you—”
“Okay. You can kiss me.”
The smile that bloomed on Blitzø’s face took his breath away. It was both tender and excited, an exact mirror of what Stolas felt in his heart. He wet his beak nervously, letting out a low warble. Blitzø bent forward and nuzzled his cheek, emitting a soft purr aimed to calm the owl. And then he swiveled until they were only a centimeter apart. Stolas could feel the imp’s unsteady breath ruffling the fine feathers of his faceplate.
“Gonna kiss you now.”
“Okay.”
“Close your eyes.”
And so Stolas did. There was a pause, and then he felt the barest pressure against his beak. Stolas gasped, unable to believe he was really kissing his best friend. The pressure increased, Blitzø’s head tilting to fit their mouths better. His tongue slipped inside Stolas’ half-open beak, rubbing against the owl’s own tongue with gentle swipes. Stolas moved involuntarily, taloned hands coming up to clutch at the imp’s wide shoulders.
Emboldened, Stolas tried to wiggle his tongue back, mimicking the way Blitzø lapped into his mouth. He was just getting into it when Blitzø hissed, pulling back abruptly, a hand slapped over his face. Stolas sat up worriedly, dislodging the imp from his position. He reached out for the imp, pulling at the shielding claw. His heart plummeted to the floor at the sight of brackish blood dripping down Blitzø’s chin.
“Oh, Lucifer! Did I—?”
“Guess your beak’s too sharp, birdie.”
“I am so sorry, Blitzø.”
“Don’t be. That was one helluva first kiss.”
“You… You enjoyed it?’
Warmth filled the owl’s chest, and he felt all the blood rush to his cheeks. Blitzø had liked kissing him! He felt so victorious in that moment that he almost missed what the imp said next. But the sight of Blitzø sitting back on his haunches, a tent in his shorts, stole all of the young prince’s attention.
“Stolas!”
“Sorry, could you repeat what you said?”
“You were staring at my dick, weren’t you?”
“I absolutely was not!”
“Were too.”
“I… Maybe a little.”
“Wanna see it?”
The feathers around Stolas’ neck fluffed up immediately at the lewd suggestion. Did he want to see his crush’s cock? Of course he did! But was it right to say yes? After all, they were just best friends… As if reading his mind, Blitzø started to casually lower the waistband of his shorts, giving Stolas a peek of the imp’s happy trail.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, birdie.”
“Blitzø! Stop it! Is this even—”
“Stop sputtering over there. So what? We’re both guys. We’ve got the same tools, don’t we?”
“Um…”
“And I gotta admit I’m fucking curious to see who’s bigger. Like, you’re tall, as tall as one of those tall, tall horses.”
“For the millionth time, those are called giraffes.”
“Giraffe smear-affe. Come on, take off your clothes.”
It was nerve-wracking, disrobing in front of someone else—even if that someone else was your best friend. Stolas took a deep breath, and then he pulled his Loo-Loo land t-shirt over his head in one swift move. He kept his eyes on his body as he tugged his leggings off, struggling a little when the tight material bunched at his ankles. When he finally got the offending material off, his eyes lifted to meet Blitzø’s golden gaze.
The imp was staring at him like a cannibal seeing flesh for the first time after being locked up for a century. Blitzø’s eyes roamed all over Stolas’ body hungrily, and it gave Stolas’ confidence a much-needed boost. In return, he also took in his fill of the imp, studying his naked best friend in as clinical a way as he possibly could.
He knew how hard Blitzø trained at the circus, but there was no way he could’ve been prepared to see all the rippling muscles. Night had fallen outside, and the dozen candelabras scattered around the royal bedroom illuminated the imp’s muscular build most attractively. Shadows played over crimson skin like a lover’s caress, spreading slashes of gold over the taut flesh covering each delicious inch of the imp.
“Like what you see, birdie?”
“Yes. Do you?”
“Yeah. Never noticed how blue you were before. Kinda like the coat of a roan. Bluish-grey in places, darker in others.”
“You’re so…”
“Red?”
“Muscular.”
[laughter]
“I got a magic trick to show you.”
Blitzø spread his thighs wide open, showing Stolas a vertical slit oozing with slick. The owl couldn’t help the startled jerk of his body, instinctively moving forward for a better look. He watched as Blitzø used his clawtips to spread his hole open, shoving a few in. Stolas watched in awe as the imp coaxed his dick out, and what a gorgeous dick it was!
The head was bulbous and fat, tapering into a thick shaft. Under the crown was a ring of barbs, and further down the underside were three larger spikes. They had Stolas wondering if the sharp points were somehow retractable or if they’d cut into flesh. It had him wanting to touch, didn’t even notice that he’d reached out until he closed a talon over his best friend’s dick, a wondering trill spilling out of him.
“Charlie fucking Morningstar! Don’t just grab someone’s dick, for fuck’s sake!”
“Sorry!”
“... You’re not letting go.”
“I’m just so curious, Blitzø! It's the first time I've ever seen something like this.”
“Fine, have at it. Don’t blame me if you get your feathers dirty.”
“How would I get—oh, dear. Is that supposed to happen?”
“You’re fucking stroking my dick, jackass! What the heaven did you think was gonna fucking happen?!”
“But there’s so much stuff coming out!”
“Because I’m so close to fucking coming, that’s why! Here, stop—I said let go, you perverted owl! Let me play with your dick then, see how you like getting toyed with.”
“Blitzø…”
“Wait, where—?”
“It’s called a cloaca.”
Stolas whined as claws prodded at his entrance. His body felt so hot, his blood thrumming, a river of lava coursing through his veins. Blitzø had gone on all fours like a curious cat, tail swaying high in the air, its owner’s face a centimeter away from Stolas’ opening. It had the owl’s breath hitching, the way clawtips pried his puffy cloacal lips apart.
Blitzø’s eyes shifted upward, gauging the owl’s reactions as he slowly pushed a claw in. Stolas found himself holding his breath, the feeling of being penetrated so foreign. There was something so taboo about what they were doing that his first instinct was to jerk away. Blitzø chased after him, pinning him down on his front in the middle of the large four-post bed.
“Come on, don’t be like that, Stols.”
“It felt strange!”
“Not good?”
[silent blushing]
“So it did feel good! Can I touch you again?”
“I guess…”
“Can I rub my dick on you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like this!”
And the imp grabbed the forgotten magazine. Stolas stared at the page. Two demons were joined crotch to crotch. He stared some more, reading the tiny caption. The demons were having sex. He rotated his head around to look at Blitzø, who was still astride his back.
“You want to have sex.”
“Well, yeah.”
“With me.”
“Yeah. You’re my best friend. We’ve been through all sorts of experiences. I just thought—”
“What? That we’d lose our virginity to each other?”
“We don’t need to go all the way if you don’t want to.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I can just, y’know, put in just the tip.”
“Just the tip.”
“Why the fuck are you just repeating everything I say?! Just say you don’t want me and go!”
“Go? That’s not even—! That’s not fair!”
“Then let me just put the tip in. I promise we won’t go all the way.”
Soon afterward, Stolas found himself lifting his ass with the imp’s help. Blitzø positioned him perfectly, nudging his knees apart so that his cock was the right height to rub against the owl’s hole. Stolas hugged a pillow, burying his face in it, trying not to freak out.
He was gonna feel Blitzø’s cock against his cloaca. It was just like all those romance novels he’d voraciously read under the covers. Stolas could feel it now, that fat cockhead rubbing against his leaking slit. Blitzø groaned from behind, and the pressure increased. He imagined his hole splitting open, swallowing that beautiful cock, those terrifying barbs and spikes piercing his vulnerable core. Fuck. Stolas was drooling.
“Can I fuck your thighs?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
Blitzø’s cock slid through the gap between Stolas’ thighs. The owl whimpered as part of the imp’s barbed cockhead caught at the swollen edge of his cloaca. He felt his best friend start to speed up his thrusts, and he started to press his thighs harder to squeeze the thick shaft. But then Blitzø’s left knee slipped on the satin bedsheet, and the sudden change of angle had the imp burying his cockhead into Stolas’ sopping cloaca. They both froze. Stolas’ heart hammered like war drums inside his ribcage.
“Should I pull out?”
“You did say you would put the tip in.”
“So… I can continue?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“What if I want to go all the way?”
“Do what you want.”
“No. No, Stolas. I only wanna do this if you want it too, birdie.”
It was so annoying, how much of a gentledemon Blitzø was being. In his books, the main characters’ love interests always seduced them, and then took their virginities through brute force and charm. They would claim that the main character drove them mad with lust so much that they couldn’t hold back. Why the fuck was Blitzø holding back?
“Put it in.”
“What?”
“Put your dick inside my cloaca. The tip is already there anyway.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“If you want to fuck me, I want you to fuck me.”
“Shit, Stols, I don’t think it works that way.”
“Fuck me already, Blitzø!”
“Fucking fine!”
Blitzø slammed into him, and Stolas screamed.
“Christ on a stick!”
“No! Don’t pull out! Just… let me breathe.”
“Are you fucking okay?”
“I just got surprised. You’re really big.”
“Yeah? Or maybe you’re just really tight.”
“Does… Do you…”
“I think I’m gonna come if I move.”
“Oh.”
“Fuck, Stolas. You’re so fucking tight and hot and wet and holy shit, don’t do that!”
“Can you move? I think I’m ready.”
“I... I’ll try.”
When Blitzø pulled out slowly, Stolas could feel the way all the little points of the imp’s dick dragged against his sensitive walls. And then when Blitzø pushed back in, his fat cockhead hit something inside Stolas that had the owl trilling high. The imp began to saw into him, picking up a steady rhythm the owl soon found himself obsessing over. He never wanted it to end, this, Blitzø fucking him so well.
There was a tightening in his gut that left Stolas breathless. His moans fell like a prayer, the cadence matching the slam of Blitzø’s hips against his feathered ass. The imp had wrenched his tail to the side, one hand braced on Stolas’ asscheek. His thrusts were increasing in speed, groans interspersed with unintelligible mutterings. Something seized inside Stolas, and he cried out, eyes squeezed shut, mind in freefall.
He heard Blitzø grunt and then curse, hips stilling. There was a strange feeling inside him—he could feel his best friend’s cock twitching. Wetness overflowed, and he could feel it spurting out and around the thickness plugging him closed. Blitzø exhaled loudly. Stolas winced as the dick he was just getting addicted to withdrew.
“That was…”
“Amazing?”
“Fuck. Yeah, it was fucking amazing. I can’t believe…”
“We just had sex?”
“Yeah. Wanna do it again?”
Of course he did. Stolas smiled dreamily into the pillow, wishing he were cuddling Blitzø who lay sprawled out an arm's length away. Maybe, if he let Blitzø fuck him as much as the imp wanted, maybe this would be the key. Maybe Blitzø would get addicted to him, just like how Stolas desired the imp. Maybe someday, Blitzø would fall in love with him, too.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me as many times as you want to, Blitzø.”
Fin.