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Stolas of the Ars Goetia is hot, cute, and half Blitzø's age.
Blitzø feels like a mega creep for even thinking about him.
The thing is, Stolas makes it hard not to think about him. He's always throwing himself at Blitzø, always wearing slutty outfits, making lewd ass comments. Always talking about how sexy he finds an older man, how big Blitzø's horns are, how big his other body parts must be.
This guy has daddy issues for sure.
"Daddy!" Stolas cries out as Blitzø rams his cock into his tight little hole.
Called it.
This is Stolas' first time and he's already calling him daddy.
Literally his first time. The guy is a virgin. Had purred it in his ear as he'd placed Blitzø's hand over his crotch. "You'll be the first demon besides me who's ever touched me here," he'd said.
Was it any surprise that Blitzø was fucking him now?
"That's right, you're taking it so good," Blitzø encourages him, pressing his cock in deeper and deeper, until his balls slap against Stolas' ass. Stolas moans like he's getting wrecked and Blitzø has barely even started yet.
This is going to be fun.
"How's it feel? Your first cock," Blitzø asks, because he can't help himself. He needs to know.
"Huge," Stolas says, his eyes squeezing shut. There are tears at the corners of them, and Blitzø would be worried but then Stolas says, "So good. Fuck, it feels so good."
Good tears then. Blitzø can work with good tears.
"Want me to move?" he asks, desperate to be able to. Everything in him is screaming at him to fuck this hot tight hole. To fuck and fuck and come inside, fill Stolas with his jizz.
"Oh. Just- just a moment, please," Stolas says, voice wet and wobbling.
Damn, it was rough fucking a virgin. But Blitzø would manage.
"Of course, babe. Just say when and I'll plow you real good," he said, bringing one hand up to wipe at the tears leaking from Stolas' eyes.
It takes a few seconds, but soon enough Stolas is nodding. They'd done this missionary so that Blitzø could watch Stolas' face, and he's never been more grateful for the position than right now, seeing Stolas grin as he says, "You can move now. I'm ready."
Stolas is 22, and he's still a virgin. Blitzø can't really say shit though, he'd lost his virginity at 16 which is pretty fucking young, so he's at the opposite end of the spectrum. If anything he's impressed that such a thirsty bird made it so long without fucking someone. He's the most fuckable guy Blitzø has ever met, so the issue can't have been a lack of suitors or whatever the fuck rich people call their hookups.
Blitzø is 45 and still hot and in shape enough that he can bag pretty much whoever he wants. But a 22 year old is pushing it. He's way too young, but Blitzø is fucking him anyway. He couldn't help it. Stolas had been fucking insistent, like he said!
Blitzø starts to move, fucking him nice and slow. He's a jerk, but not so much of a jerk that he isn't going to make Stolas' first time good. More than good if he has anything to fuck about it.
"Oh Blitzø, oh fuck Daddy," Stolas is whining, such a fucking slut for his cock. His cock and his cock alone. Fuck, that's hot.
"Yeah, that's right. Call me daddy while I fuck your tight pussy," Blitzø grunts, not even sure what he's saying. It's all coming out in a horny haze, Stolas' cunt wringing words from him before he has time to think about them. Who needs to think when you're fucking a hot twink anyway?
"Oh gods, Blitzø, it feels so big. Want you to get it right through me," Stolas says.
Why does that do it for Blitzø? Fuck, this guy has him cracked. He's gone absolutely insane for this hot piece of ass.
Stolas is insane too though. He's letting him use his fancy book, the only thing he's asking for in return is Blitzø's company. Not even in bed at first, though it had quickly become clear that Stolas wanted his cock bad.
Blitzø had taken years of struggling through being a mercenary in Hell before he'd finally remembered that Stolas existed and had tried to steal his fuck ass book so that he could revenge murder humans for the sinners of Pride. Stolas hadn't even been mad, had just wanted to hang out with him in exchange for him using it. Crazy fucking behaviour, but now Blitzø's business is booming and he's fucking Stolas, so he can't complain.
Stolas who was always looking at him like he was something special. Even now, getting his guts rearranged, he's looking at Blitzø like he hung the stars in the fucking skies he studies all the fucking time.
"Yeah, you can take it babe, gonna go harder now. Tell me if you need me to stop," he says, and starts to really hump into Stolas.
"Oh fuck! Don't stop! Never stop!" Stolas practically screams, holding tight to the spikes on Blitzø's back. His claws are digging into the flesh at the base of them, but it hurts in a good way, so Blitzø lets it slide.
Speaking of sliding, the slide of his cock inside of Stolas is incredible. Stolas had gotten incredibly wet when Blitzø had shoved him down on the bed and pried his slutty little legs apart. Blitzø had enjoyed the slick sounds as he fingered him open, but he was enjoying the wet press of his cock even more.
Stolas' walls were tight. So tight that he'd had to spend extra time fingering him open, and even still he felt like a vice. Stolas had come from just getting stretched open like that, wailing as he had clenched down around the fingers inside of him.
Virgin, Blitzø's mind provided him. He was tight because he'd never taken a cock before Blitzø's.
He's fucking Stolas hard now, deep thrusts that have Stolas making these high wounded sounds even as he rolls his hips down seeking more.
"Good boy," Blitzø growls. Stolas gets so tight it almost hurts, and he fucking screams as he comes.
Blitzø has good stamina on a regular day, but this isn't a regular day, so he finds himself coming like a… well, like a virgin, as Stolas' cunt pulses around him.
"Oh my Satan," Stolas says, literal hearts in his eyes. "So that's what it feels like?"
Just those words alone get Blitzø's cock stirring again inside of him, and they end up going another round before they've even cooled off from the first.
Later, at home, Blitzø can't stop thinking about Stolas.
How hot he was. How pretty he looked in the afterglow, his feathers all messed up and ruffled.
He thinks about how anyone could have taken advantage of him. He could have gotten fucked by some creep. Poor fucking virginal guy, could have been fucked and used and- Blitzø has his dick in his hand before he can stop himself, jerking himself off furiously. Fuck. Fuck.
He was the creep. He knew he was the creep, because he'd fucked him, stole his fucking virginity, and he was going to fuck him again. And again. He was going to keep fucking him until Stolas wised up and ditched his ass.
"Fuck, Stolas," he muttered as his hand moved up and down his cock, the way eased by the pre-cum his dick was practically drooling.
He comes only a few minutes later, jizz coating his stomach as he groans in pleasure.
It's not enough. He's still hard, and it's all Stolas' fault.
Blitzø knows he should stop. It's wrong, to fuck Stolas. He's too young. Blitzø is gonna fuck up his life. Moxxie and Millie keep giving him shit about him, and Blitzø knows it's not a cute look to be his age fucking someone so naive. He knows… and yet.
"Satan," Blitzø says one day, running his hands through the feathers on Stolas' head. "You're only 22. You should be at the fucking club or something right now."
Stolas, who has Blitzø's cock buried deep in his throat, just hums, before pulling off.
The cold air hits Blitzø and makes him shiver. He misses that mouth already. He's had it on him for about five minutes now, just keeping him warm while he works on some paperwork, but he's greedy. He wants more.
"I've never been to a club before," Stolas says, voice rough from having a cock jammed down his throat.
"You've never- Satan. Of course you haven't," Blitzø says. Stolas is so hot, so delicious, but he's never done a lot of things that young people do. Stolas lived a sheltered ass life before Blitzø came along.
"Do you think I should?" Stolas asked, all guileless and fucking cute, like Blitzø's opinion actually mattered.
"Let's talk about this later. You're supposed to be my little cocksleeve right now," Blitzø reminded him.
Stolas nodded, and opened his mouth back up, wrapping his tongue around the head of Blitzø's cock for a moment before taking him back into his throat.
Fuck that felt good.
And if, by the time Blitzø fucked his mouth in earnest, they'd both forgotten about the conversation, well. That was probably for the best.
Blitzø keeps trying to stay away from Stolas, but the fucker is so persistent.
"Oh! Blitzø! Daddy, thank you!" Stolas cries out as Blitzø fingers him open. He's on his hands and knees, tail up and pussy out.
They've been meeting up every full moon, and often in between when the craving for each other's bodies becomes too much.
If Blitzø is being honest, which he almost never is, they've been meeting up multiple times a week every week for months now. They go out too, sometimes. They're a… a situationahip. God he's too old to even say situationship let alone to be in one.
But it seems like now that Stolas has had a taste of cock, he can't get enough.
Sometimes Blitzø wonders if his is the only cock Stolas begs for, but that's a dangerous and stupid thought. What does it matter to him if Stolas is going out and getting pounded by other demons? It doesn't matter at all.
Blitzø teases Stolas' hole with the head of his cock almost as soon as his fingers are out. He likes to make Stolas beg. Likes to hear that pretty voice plead for him.
Today is no exception.
"Please, Blitzø! Don't tease me, I need it. Please fuck me!" Stolas begs, so soft and sweet and submissive that Blitzø doesn't even keep teasing him.
He slides his cock home, already thrusting because he knows Stolas can take it.
"Daddy, I love you! I love you, fuck Daddy, Daddy!"
The first time he had said it Blitzø had felt a jolt of horror and something else so strong it nearly made him stop fucking him.
He's getting used to it now. Because Stolas keeps saying it.
But of course Stolas is confused. He doesn't mean it. This is just his first time getting plowed on the reg. He's just saying it to say it.
And is it really so bad to let him? After all, it makes Blitzø feel warm, makes his dick pulse where it's buried inside of Stolas every time.
Maybe that's why he keeps saying it. Maybe he gets off on the way Blitzø's cock twitches or some shit.
"Fuck, I love you Daddy," Stolas sighs again.
"Yeah baby, I know," Blitzø says, because he's already taken so much from Stolas, what's one more thing. He'll take his, if not love, then adoration, undeserved and unearned as it was. Why not have it? Blitzø is a bastard like that. He'll take whatever he's given. He'll take and take and take until Stolas is all dried up.
Easier said than done, since the guy gets wet as fuck.
"Oh, deeper!" Stolas yells, and Blitzø obliges. He spanks him, just to feel how his body tightens up around his cock when the blow lands. Spanks him again for good measure when Stolas moans like a bitch in heat for it.
In the afterglow Stolas is squirmier than usual. Blitzø grumbles about the fifth time Stolas shifts in his arms and finally asks, "What's up with you?"
"I was wondering," Stolas says, voice soft. "If you'd perhaps accompany me to a club?"
Blitzø scoffs.
"I was kidding about that," he says, even though he wasn't.
"Be that as it may, I've been thinking about it," Stolas says, smiling all sweet at him. "I would like to go with you."
"I'm in my forties. I'm too old for that shit," Blitzø says. The last time he'd partied at a club was at least a year and a half ago, and he'd gotten so hungover he'd sworn off of nights out like that ever since. Drinking that much in your forties took a fucking toll on the body. But Stolas didn't need to know what a loser old man he was dati- fucking.
"Please, Daddy?" Stolas says, the fucking cheater. "I don't know who else would go with me."
Stolas is just lonely, that's all. He doesn't want to spend time with Blitzø for the pleasure of his company, he just doesn't have anyone else to do shit with.
"Fine. But you're wearing something slutty, and we are fucking in the club bathroom. Non negotiable," Blitzø sighs.
"Oh! How lovely," Stolas says, like Blitzø has just offered him a dinner out with roses.
What a weird guy.
They stumble back to Stolas' place after the club, drunk off their asses and clinging to each other.
Stolas had worn a little crop top and a pair of shorts that barely cover his ass. He looks every bit the hot 22 year old he is. Blitzø had worn a t shirt and leather jacket combo and had prayed he didn't look like the old creep he actually is.
Blitzø knows he's had too much, because he keeps thinking soppy shit like 'I want this to last forever' and 'I think I'm in love with a 22 year old twink'.
Stolas had already put out at the club, but the way he's kissing Blitzø now makes him think his dick had better get with the program and not crap out on him just because he's been drinking.
It doesn't crap out on him. In fact, it's raring to go before they even stumble into the bedroom, so Blitzø shoves Stolas down onto a couch in a random living room of the palace and eats him out like his life depends on it.
He's delicious, all soaked and open for Blitzø, and damn it if tasting his own cum from the club isn't doing it for him too.
Stolas comes under his tongue, screaming out some nonsense about how he needs to be fucked silly, and Blitzø can't help but laugh because damn is Stolas ever cute.
He crawls up his body with some difficulty, nearly falling off of the couch, and it's Stolas' turn to giggle, grabbing hold of him so he doesn't actually eat shit.
He keeps giggling as Blitzø sloppily lines up and tries three times before he manages to push his cock inside.
Stolas' cunt makes a wet sound as he gets inside of it, and then Blitzø is laughing too, because fuck, sex is weird and fun and sometimes hilarious. Especially with Stolas.
They laugh together, then they're humping like animals in heat, and the laughter turns to moans and sighs and happy little sounds of pleasure.
Blitzø wishes he could kiss Stolas without the other guy having to fold himself in half. It'd be nice to feel his beak under his mouth right now.
"I love you, Daddy," Stolas says, quiet and soft. So sweet that Blitzø almost believes him.
And Satan help him, he's drunk enough and stupid enough to whisper back, "I love you too baby."
The way Stolas' face lights up is kind of terrifying, but also kind of amazing. Like he's the happiest he's ever been in his life. Blitzø made him feel like that.
Tomorrow he'll blame it on the alcohol. But tonight? Fuck it. Tonight he lets himself have this.