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“Yeah, bitch. Take it nice and slow,” Blitz grinned, and pushed forward again, watching slick drip around his knuckles and cling to the tiny feathers that framed Stolas’ stretching hole.
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Or: the one where Blitz fingers a gagged and tied-up Stolas.Series
- Part 2 of Kinky Stolitz Prompts
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Based on a fic concept by DancnDiva83 called Accounting on You, found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/76524006/chapters/200276141 my fic diverges from her concept pretty far after a couple chapters, though, hence the title change.
Canon Divergence from Mastermind. Rather than Blitzø and IMP being brought in to trial for stealing the Grimoire, Stolas is taken in and faces his punishment alone. Since Blitzø isn't there to rescue him and give him a place to live, Asmodeus - pushed to help by Fizz's texts - brings the banished prince to his mansion in Lust. He gives Stolas a place to live and some money to get by, but Stolas is hiding a secret from everyone.
Meanwhile, Blitzø is trying very hard to locate Stolas, having seen the trial as it was broadcasted to all of Hell, but is having no luck. Stolas requested that Ozzie not tell him, and the Sin is true to his word.
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What Blitzø wouldn't give for a blow job. A good, normal, routine blow job without any feelings attached. Just a raw fuck. But with Stolas specifically. Because he didn't want anyone else.
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27 May 2026
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When Blitz can't stop drooling over Stolas, the horny energy he's giving off starts to effect the whole office.
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26 May 2026
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Blitz grips the edge of the bathroom sink like it’s the only thing anchoring him. He can feel the tent in his pants. Fuck no. Fuck, no, no, no. He feels panicked. Horrified. Horny.
His reflection stares back at him — pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling too fast. His tail whirls like a whip.
“Okay,” he mutters to himself. “No. No. Nope. Absolutely not. You are not doing this with Stolas in the other room. You said you were gonna be normal. Respectful. Mature. Show him you can be… whatever the healthy version of yourself is.”
He gestures violently to his fucked up reflection.
“You are earning this. Slow. Thoughtful. Someone who deserves his cute, sexy bird ass. Not jerking off thirty feet away from the guy the minute he gets fluffy and cute and bath-soft and—”
He chokes on a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a whine.
“Fuck. Okay. Don’t think about the feathers. Or the shirt. Or his face."
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Blitz and Stolas could never keep their hands off each other. To their credit, they are trying their best.