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The sounds of loud panting and hard breathing filled Stolas’s bedroom. A soft moan and a high whimper echoed out of the bird’s mouth
“Fuck Blitzy…” He moaned, as he bit his beak into his lower lip. Stolas clenched both of his fists, which were tied above his head to the headboard behind him. His little white pupils studied the imp above him as his hips rocked into the mattress.
Blitzø’s hips buckled as he straddled the Stolas’s hips and thrusted the strap into the owl’s hole, making the other end of the doubled sided dildo inch further inside the imp. He held a vibrator at the top of Stolas’s entrance, giving him extra stimulation.
“Yeah, you like that bitch?” Blitzø asked, thrusting harder. Stolas let out a louder, deeper moan and slightly arched his back to lean into it. “Ya like feeling my thick cock inside of you?” He thrusted quicker.
“Mhm.” Stolas moaned in response. The owl’s breathing got shallower and more sloppy as his talons dug into the mattress.
“Want me to turn it up a notch?” Blitzø asked, his thumb already on the button. Stolas nodded in response. The imp pushed the vibrator harder on the bird’s puss. “Words, birdie.” He demanded.
“Oh, fuck…please, yes.” Stolas replied, gasping for air and whimpering. Blitzø smirked and flicked the setting up a notch. A loud moan escaped the owl’s beak.
Blitzø continued thrusting deeper and harder into Stolas’s hole. His movements got sloppier as the other side of the dildo thrust into him. The imp bit his lip to prevent moans from escaping.
“Fuck, Blitzy…” Stolas groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m getting…oh, mhm…close.” Blitzø turned the vibrator up another notch and began thrusting quicker.
“Close, huh?” Blitzø asked, between shaky breaths. His tail reached up to Stolas’s face and he caressed the owl’s cheek with the spade of his tail. “Beg for it, bird.”
Stolas bit his lip hard. “Please, Blitz…oh…ugh…” He begged, whimpering. “Please, I need to…mhm fuck.” The owl whined, his eyes still shut.
Blitzø continued thrusting with a smirk. He was close to the edge too. “That’s it.” He said in a shaky breath. “Cum for me.”
As soon as those words left the imp’s mouth, Stolas bucked his hips and let out a loud and shaky moan. At the same time, Blitzø gave one more thrust and came hard, placing his free hand on the mattress to brace his body weight as he unraveled.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, Blitzø turned the vibrator off and sat it on the nightstand. He carefully pulled the strap out of Stolas’s hole, making a wet and sticky sound as it exited. He moved off of the owl and next to him in the bed.
Blitzø undid the harness and pulled the dildo out of him, which also made a wet sound as it exited, as he looked over at Stolas. He noticed the owl still had his eyes closed tight and he was still breathing heavily. There was a singular tear coming from the corner of his eye.
And, was he…shaking?
The imp set the harness on the nightstand.
“Everything okay?” Blitzø asked, sitting up on his knees on the bed. Stolas took a deep breath and opened his eyes slowly, the pupils now gone.
“Oh, yes.” Stolas replied, turning his head to face the imp. “Thank you, darling. That was certainly…wonderful.”
Blitzø raised his eyebrows in concern. Stolas’s whole body was still shaking. Sometimes the owl would lightly shiver a little bit after he came but it would usually stop after a few seconds. This was definitely more than a little bit of shivering.
Had he taken it too far?
“Hey,” Blitzø said, his voice softening a bit. “You remember the safe word that we decided on, right?”
Stolas raised his eyebrows too. “Hm?” He asked, not confused about the safe word but confused why Blitzø was asking the question. He studied the concern on the imp’s face. The owl nodded in response. “Oh yes, of course I do, dear.”
Blitzø still must’ve not looked convinced because the owl tilted his head slightly. “I must’ve just gotten a little too enthralled in it, that’s all.” Stolas replied with a smile. “I’m alright, dear.”
The imp placed his hand on Stolas’s cheek where the spade of his tail once was. He wiped the tear off the owl’s cheek with his thumb. Stolas gasped softly and leaned into his touch. “Sorry, if it was too…overwhelming.” Blitzø apologized. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away with anything. I shoulda slowed down if it was too much for ya.”
Stolas shook his head softly. “Oh no, it’s quite alright.” He assured him and swallowed. “I enjoyed it, genuinely.”
Blitzø still wasn’t completely convinced. “Want something to drink?” He asked the owl, letting his hand fall from Stolas’s cheek to his shoulder.
“Oh,” Stolas replied, his pupils appearing again. “Sure, that’d be nice.”
Blitzø slid off of the bed and grabbed an empty wine glass they had used previously that evening. He walked to the bathroom, his hooves clacking on the tiles, and he filled the glass up with water from the sink. He made his way back to the bed.
“Here.” Blitzø said, offering the glass to the owl. Stolas blinked and glanced up to where his hands were still tied above his head. “Um.” He said.
Blitzø blinked. “Oh shit, right.” He sat the glass next to him and quickly untied the ropes around Stolas’s wrists. The owl grabbed the glass and took a few sips of water before setting it back down on the nightstand.
As he drank, Blitzø examined the owl’s wrists. They had red marks and a few bruises from the ropes. Shit, did Blitzø make the ropes too tight for him? Why didn’t he say anything?
“Wrists okay?” He asked, taking Stolas’s hand after he sat the glass down. The owl’s cheeks flushed a light shade of gray.
“Oh,” He said, holding up and examining his own wrists. “I suppose I didn’t notice.” Stolas rubbed one wrist lightly with the other hand.
Blitzø reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a fancy smelling lotion. “Can I see?” He asked, holding his hand out. Stolas nodded and placed his wrist in the palm of the imp’s hand.
“You know you can always let me know if you want me to slow down or stop, right?” Blitzø asked, as he rubbed the lotion gently onto Stolas’s wrist as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Stolas nodded in response, watching Blitzø massage his wrists. “Of course.” He replied, placing his hand on the imp’s knee.
“You did good, Stols.” Blitzø said, softly. He continued to rub the owl’s wrists with the lotion. “You sounded and looked even better, though.”
Stolas blinked and smiled, his eyes still fixed on the imp. “As did you, my dear.” The owl hooted as he began to gently rub Blitzø’s knee with his thumb.
Blitzø wasn’t exactly sure why he was complimenting Stolas so much. Maybe his mind was still a little fuzzy or maybe he figured the owl needed a little bit of comfort and warmth right about now. He continued to rub his wrists.
Eventually, after a few minutes of massaging, he sat down the bottle of lotions.“Feel better?” Blitzø asked, placing his hand over the owl’s.
Stolas nodded, still rubbing the imp’s knee, grazing over one of his burn marks. “Much better.” The owl replied. “Thank you, Blitzy.”
Blitzø nodded and smiled. “Yeah, no problem.” After a few seconds, he begrudgingly let go of Stolas’s wrists. He slid off the side of the bed and reached for his boxers, which were hanging off the side of the bed where they had landed when Blitzø threw them in a rush to get them off.
“Wait.” Stolas said, reaching over and placing his hand overtop of the imp’s. Blitzø stopped reaching and looked over at the owl. He had a soft and gentle expression on his face. His red eyes were filled with yearning.
Stolas cleared his throat. “Could you please stay with me?” He asked softly. “Just until I fall asleep, please?”
The imp sighed. Normally, Blitzø would have left the minute he managed to get his clothes back on, before Stolas had even fallen asleep. But this time it was different. He was still worried about Stolas and him being alright. Besides, he didn’t have work in the morning and Loona had been invited to a party in Gluttony by some of her hellhound friends so she wouldn’t be waiting for him.
Blitzø reached over and placed his hand on the owl’s shoulder. “Yeah, sure.” He replied with a nod. Stolas smiled in response.
The two men settled under the covers, their bare bodies against the sheets. Blitzø lied down on his back, with his hand folded on top of his stomach as he stared at the ceiling above him.
Stolas, on the other side of the bed, lay on his side, clutching the pillow with one hand. His face was facing Blitzø, his droopy eyes gazed dreamily at the imp.
Blitzø noticed that the owl was looking at him like that. He shifted his eyes. “What?” He asked, looking at Stolas out of the corner of his eye.
Stolas inched closer. “Could I hold your hand?” He asked, even those two little eyes on his forehead looking at him earnestly.
Blitzø knew he was gonna kick himself for this later but he gave in anyway. “Fine.” He grumbled, scooting closer to the owl. He adjusted his head on the pillow and interlocked his fingers with the Stolas’s. The bird hooted softly as Blitzø grasped his hand.
Without even realizing it, Blitzø had gotten so close to the bird that his skin could feel Stolas’s warmth. The imp’s hand rested easily in his talon. It was almost like their hands were made for each other.
Stolas had closed his eyes and had nestled his head deep into the pillow. The soft blanket had been draped over his body, leaving just his neck and head exposed. Despite also being under the blanket, Blitzø was still cold.
He shivered and inched closer to Stolas. He was now so close that the owl’s feathers brushed lightly up against Blitzø’s skin.
The imp bowed his head so that his face was close to Stolas’s chest fluff. It gently ticked his face as he pushed his head deeper into the mattress.
Blitzø’s breath hitched softly as the tips of Stolas’s feathers grazed up against both his burn and top surgery scars. “Mhm.” He involuntarily sighed as he leaned more into the owl’s warmth.
Without even noticing, Blitzø had wrapped his tail around Stolas’s leg. Almost like he was worried the owl would drift away if he didn’t hold him close. Stolas had draped his tail over top of their legs under the blanket, providing an extra layer of warmth.
He looked up at Stolas, who looked like he was on the verge of sleep. The owl looked so comfortable and at peace that it, in turn, made Blitzø feel safe.
It was funny, looking at Stolas like this, Blitzø was less intimidated by him. The imp would never admit this, but he was always a little scared of the powerful goetia. Not because he thought Stolas would ever hurt him, just because the owl radiated a powerful energy.
Now, Stolas didn’t look like a powerful demon prince. He just looked normal. Normal, like he wasn’t some royal prince who was way too good for Blitzø. They were just two men, with their fingers interlocked and their bodies intertwined.
With his head pressed up against the mattress, Blitzø could hear his heart beating rapidly as he heard the sound of Stolas’s soft breathing above him.
Blitzø closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. Stolas always smelled nice. It was probably that jasmine and vanilla shampoo he saw in the prince’s bathroom that one time they fucked in the bathtub. It was a scent that had become comforting and familiar to him. One time he was out in town and he smelt it coming from a bakery and it made him feel safe and warm.
The imp felt himself slowly drifting into sleep. He almost completely fell asleep until his eyes shot open and his breath hitched as he came to a realization.
Fuck, he was in love.