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Sometimes, Blitzø wished he could see the bullshit coming his way, before it actually did.
Hindsight? Fuck that. Who needed that?
Foresight, that’s what he fucking needed. He needed to see the fuckery heading towards him before it was even on the fucking horizon. Hindsight wouldn’t help here, because the chances of this happening in the first fucking place had been one in a fucking zillion.
Yet here he was, fighting the way the pressure within made him gasp, the way that hot mouth was dominating his own, the way those sharp talons tugged at his nipples, that hot, slickened palm wrapped around him-
He was unravelling, and he didn’t know how to close off from those beautiful cerise-rose hues that bore into him from above.
Blitzø wasn’t used to being so intently and intensely watched.
He was used to being the watcher, but one suggestion of a role-reversal and Blitzø had been cocky enough to boast that it was fine because Stolas had asked timidly and Blitzø had chuffed out a laugh, his ego doing the talking because Stolas?
That Prince who got off to the most cringe level of dirty-talk in existence? Who was so easy to please? To fluster?
Yeah well, that Prince was a fucking owl in a dove’s feathers, because within minutes of Blitzø saying yes, Stolas was all assertive and confident, sweeping Blitzø off his feet with the condescendingly gentle commands laced with far too much coy-authority.
The ache in Blitzø’s shoulders was minimal despite his arms being bound to the headboard and he wished that the felt-lined leather straps binding his calves to the underside of his thighs were more painful and less ‘just’ snug.
Anything to distract him from how warm and doting this felt.
Anything to excuse the fact his lashes were damp.
The quiet mortification when Stolas hushed him, dipped down and kissed him-
“You’re so handsome when you fall apart.”
Blitzø choked on the moan that left him as Stolas’ talons brushed up the length of him, sending an array of heavy-set arousal surging through his fragile system. He was failing in all departments, body awash with every rock of the Prince’s hips.
Stolas hummed thoughtfully before tucking an arm under the Imp’s neck, tilting him so he could capture him in a passionate kiss that stole away Blitzø’s shallow breath.
A small note of protest escaped him before the kiss softened into something he just couldn't resist, and Blitzø wrapped his tail around the Prince’s neck, pulling him closer as their affectionate contact deepened against his will. He arched with a cry as the owl began to pump him with a slickened palm, making him writhe in desperation.
Blitzø panted as the Prince of the Ars Goetia pulled away to watch, and the Imp’s pupils dilated as the strokes became more fervent, the grip around him firmer and demanding. He stuttered out a breathless plea as he clung to reality, trying valiantly to keep his voice muffled.
“Let me hear you, Blitzy,” Stolas whispered hotly, nudging the Imp to face him. He kissed away the tears, lapped at that invitingly open mouth and Stolas cooed in appreciation as his lover trembled, hips jutting into his grip as the stimulation reached a pleasurable crescendo.
“St-Stolas-” Blitzø gasped, choking on the forbidden name as he clenched his jaw, having been barred from speaking - the one rule in this terribly delicious tryst.
His plea was stolen away by yet another dominating kiss and his heart swelled as he moaned through it, clutching onto the headboard desperately. He lost himself to the moment, sweeping his tongue across the Prince’s as those obsidian knuckles were coated in the proof of Blitzø’s blissful state.
“Are you going to cum for me, Blitzy?”
Blitzø nodded frantically, unable to lift his lashes as he felt Stolas quicken his pace, thrusting into him with considerable force and punching out the moans that the Imp had previously been fighting to keep behind his teeth.
The building pressure morphed into that saccharine rush that wallowed in his lower abdomen before he keened, body pulling taught as he gave way to several pleasured spasms. He heard Stolas gasp, losing rhythm as he tumbled in tow and Blitzø jerked, hot spurts of liquid bliss splattering over his torso and face.
The heady pleasure that he had been plunged into had his breath hitching in quick succession, the shock that he had came over himself barely processing as he became aware of Stolas’ heavy breathing, the Prince having pulled back in order to marvel at the sight of him coming undone.
Blitzø’s chest heaved as he let his head loll to the side, Stolas’ touch teasing him for a little longer than his body was prepared to handle. He whined, tail blindly swiping in a bid to end the over-stimulation. Stolas obliged, kissing an ivory and rouge face and neck with overwhelming affection.
“Fuck,” Blitzø gasped out, gaze unfocused as the ache he'd been stricken with finally subsided.
Stolas cooed, caressing the softening flesh in his palm. “Mm… you are so very sexy,” he purled, easing the strap from Blitzø’s quaking frame.
It didn’t hurt at all, yet Blitzø winced all the same, struggling to look the owl in the face as Stolas emitted a soft note, removing the other end of the dildo that had been sheathed within him.
“I rather like this one,” he chirped, cheeks dusted rose as he flashed Blitzø a smile. “Right, let me get you sorted out, darling.”
Blitzø waited patiently, feeling numb somewhere as Stolas set the strap back in its box for sanitation later, leaning over the Imp and undoing the cuffs. Blitzø gingerly pulled his arms back to himself, blinking slowly as the heart-shaped insignia gracing his forehead was kissed.
“Be one moment,” Stolas promised, swiftly getting up and leaving Blitzø to unbuckle his thighs.
He heard Stolas humming happily in the bathroom and sighed, aware of how sticky his entire frame was. Blitzø grimaced, wiping his cheek with the back of a hand. He wasn’t at all prude about how messy sex got, but right now…
Ugh.
He’d narrowly missed his own mouth.
Again, it wasn’t something he fussed about, but right now…
Blitzø shoved the thought aside, feeling strangely drained. He tossed the buckles and cuffs into the box with the brightly coloured strap and exhaled as he sat there, alone in the vast bedroom.
Well, that was that.
He should get up, get dressed, head off back home where he could crash out. Should probably help change the sheets, fir-
Blitzø inhaled sharply with a start as Stolas glided back out the bathroom and lifted him, carrying him through to the curtain-enclosed tub that sported a belly of sweet-scented bubbles.
“There we go, darling,” Stolas uttered softly, lowering Blitzø into the warm water with a bright-eyed smile.
Blitzø felt his chest tighten, unable to join dots that he knew were staring him in the face. “Oh… uh… you didn’t need to go through all… this, I can shower at home-”
Stolas waved him off, stepping into the warm water with an unsteady puff. “Nonsense, why would you shower at home? I must take care of you,” he tutted, reaching for a cloth and dunking it into the soapy water. “Come here, Blitzø.”
Said demon did as he was told, partially dumbfounded as Stolas swept the flannel over mismatched cheeks, rinsing the cloth once more before running it over Blitzø’s neck and chest.
“I have ordered you an iced coffee and us some take out,” Stolas told him quietly, turning him back round. “I don’t know about you but I feel like cuddles and maybe a movie. I ordered from that place we liked before, should be here by the time we’re all done and the bed is sorted.”
Blitzø didn’t know what to say, having not yet found his thoughts. Those obsidian hands were massaging his shoulders and back, the firm contact so present, so there, that Blitzø couldn’t ignore it no matter how much he tried to.
“Lean into me, sweetheart,” Stolas instructed, laying back and taking the Imp with him.
Blitzø stared at the bubbles around them until he felt a palm glide up the inside of his thighs, the other cradling his jaw as Stolas tended to him with the utmost care.
No-one made this amount of effort with him.
For him.
Blitzø inhaled slowly, tentatively flicking his tongue over Stolas’ knuckles in a bid to let him know that it was appreciated. The chirp he got in response told him the sentiment had been understood and Blitzø nuzzled into the silken quills of Stolas’ chest, slapping the water with his tail as the owl ran it through his talons.
Blitzø adjusted his position, laying flat to Stolas’ torso so they could just stare at one another in that unspoken contest that had no set rules. The Imp allowed himself to purr quietly as the base of his horns were massaged, and he accepted the kiss that Stolas bestowed.
Gentle.
Warm.
“Do you have much planned tomorrow, Blitzø?” Stolas asked, wrapping his arms around the Imp who was already too mollified to care that his purr was getting louder all on its own. “If not, you are welcome to stay. We could have a day by the pool, if you liked.”
He did have ‘much planned’.
He was supposed to do laundry, sweep through the apartment… all the generic chores he had assigned for that particular Saturday. It was something he’d put into his Calendar, even. He didn’t really like messing about with it…
Fuck it.
Stolas was the exception to all the rules.
Blitzø leant up on his arms, flopping forward and gently head-butting the owl who made his heart swell with levels of affection that he didn’t yet know how to express.
“Got that inflatable unicorn, still?” He asked, looping his arms around Stolas’ neck as the owl kissed him fondly.
“I have, and I have the midnight blue one to match.”
Blitzø twirled a tuft of damp florentine around a claw, kicking up his legs as he caved to the decision he wanted to make.
“Yeah, I’ll stay.”
“Wonderful,” Stolas chimed, tightening the embrace with a wide smile. “I get to look after you all day.”
Blitzø scoffed softly, resting his head under Stolas’ chin.
“Mhm. I’ll let you look after me.”