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47 days. Stolas worked at I.M.P. for 47 days before they fucked up.
After the trial caused Stolas to lose almost everything and everyone in his life, Blitzø took pity on him. They may not have been fucking anymore but he still cared for the guy. When he offered his couch to him when he had nowhere to turn, it wasn’t hard to be around him, mainly because he was worried for his mental health. They still hadn’t gotten a refill of his happy pills and Blitzø was all too aware of the bottles of liquor he had atop his fridge.
Given everything that happened, Stolas was doing okay. However he found himself getting incredibly bored during the day while Blitzø and Loona were at work. If he wasn’t searching for apartment listings, the day was spent watching reruns of Hell-a-Novela which got old after only a few days. So, he asked Blitzø if he could tag along with him at I.M.P. to see how his business worked. The business that had caused them to crash back into each other’s lives in the first place. It wasn’t long before Stolas began to look through random drawers and cabinets to keep himself occupied while the rest of the employees were out on a hit. So it wasn’t long before he found Blitzø’s awful means of organizing paperwork and keeping track of finances.
Blitzø decided to help him out again when one day, after the team had returned from a hit, they saw the owl with a pair of delicate reading glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed in reading trying to make sense of the paperwork required for an assassination company. Blitzø still had all that overdue paperwork, if not more now that several months had passed, and Loona had begun to join them on hits anyways so it made sense for Stolas to stay back and man the phones. And seeing the ex-prince do something productive made him feel as though he could relax a bit about his mental state.
And things were great.
Until they weren’t.
Yeah Stolas had moved into his own place a few blocks from the office, but Blitzø still found himself thinking about the owl when he wasn’t there. Stolas had begun to build his confidence up, and it was just nice to see, was all. When he would be able to firmly insist that yes that was the cost of a hit and no we wouldn’t take their case for whatever reason, Blitzø felt a strange sense of something in his belly. It was probably indigestion.
And since Stolas had worked on the finances, their checks had been bigger. But the problem with that was Stolas spent all his check on new clothes. And the stupid outfits Stolas would wear were fine, and they were well… tailored for him. They were mostly nice trousers with vests and collared shirts, but every now and then he would wear this pencil skirt that wasn’t not NOT appropriate, it was just distracting sometimes…
Okay so maybe things were still great, but Blitzø felt each day it was harder and harder to not cross the physical boundaries they had made.
And it was on day 47 that Stolas wore the pencil skirt to work, and Blitzø finally broke.
He had ALMOST made it through that day. Millie and Moxxie were gathering their things to head home and Loona had already taken off to go to a hound party for the night. Blitzø was pulling his office door closed as Stolas was organizing his last papers into a filing cabinet.
“Damn.” The owl said while furrowing his brow on the last paper.
“What happened?” Blitzø asked, trying to look anywhere but the owl’s body. In addition to the pencil skirt, Stolas was wearing a collared button up underneath a vest. He also had a blazer that matched the skirt that was hung by the door. All together it was a sexy secretary look that was killing him slowly.
“This page was stuck to the back of the others so it wasn’t entirely filled out.” Stolas frowned and looked at Blitzø through his half-moon reading glasses. “Would you mind terribly if we finished this before leaving for the weekend?”
Blitzø could see Millie and Moxxie trying to not make a face as they already were near the door.
“Uhm yeah that’s fine.” Blitzø cleared his throat, “M&M you guys can head home, I’m gonna lock up after this is finished.”
They both said their goodbyes which Blitzø could barely hear over his brain screaming to not be alone with Stolas in a skirt. He could handle fixing a few small clerical errors alone with him, he was strong enough. But even the strongest of men had their weaknesses.
“It shouldn’t take too long, though I do need some signatures from you.” Stolas pulled out his desk chair for the imp. Blitzø nodded stiffly as he sat down staring at his fists, if he opened them he knew that they would be on Stolas in an instant.
Stolas slid the paper in front of Blitzø, standing just off of his boss’s left side. “So… if you could just sign…” Stolas searched the page and marked an X on a line “...right here, first” then held out the pen for the other to take. Blitzø reached out and his hand brushed Stolas’s as he grabbed it, they both jumped back at the touch. He had tried so desperately not to but of course it still happened because that was just his luck. And now he felt like a live wire and Stolas’s cheeks were flushed just like when he would cum–FUCK.
“Forgive me, Blitzø.” Stolas said quietly after a moment. Blitzø’s heartbeat was in his ears as he barely scribbled out his near-illegible signature. Stolas didn’t try to take the pen back this time and instead just pointed to the next line he needed him to sign, “Here, please.” Stolas squeaked out, his tone revealing to Blitzø that the touch had affected him too. He scribbled once again, this time setting the pen down.
“And here–” The sentence caught off from finishing as Blitzø gently grabbed Stolas’s hand. He gently pressed the ex-prince’s palm to his lips to kiss. “Blitzø, we… We can’t.” The imp pressed another kiss to the palm laid softly in his own, which Stolas had made no effort to move.
“I know,” Blitzø said, voice low. He let go of his palm, but turned his eyes up to Stolas, still leaning on the desk. Blitzø moved slowly to not scare the prey he desperately wanted to devour, standing up so that they were at eye level. Except Stolas wouldn’t meet his eyes, instead they were trained on his mouth.
“We really shouldn’t.” They inched closer.
“You’re right.” Their breathing now irregular.
And then they were sharing one of the gentlest kisses they had ever had. Both so cautious and wary of the other. But they had done such a good job of not being physically involved that surely they had earned a little treat…?
They pulled an inch apart from the other, both barely moving. Waiting and wanting, suspended for an agonizingly long time.
“I missed you.”
Their mouths were connected the moment the words were out. Hands roaming and pulling at clothes, gasping and moaning into each other’s mouth. Stolas’s vest and shirt lost all of their buttons as Blitzø ripped them off leaving just Stolas’s skirt still on, and Blitzø couldn’t believe how fucking sexy the sight was.
He growled into the bird’s neck biting into his warm and soft feathers then kissing and licking the same spot as if to apologize. Stolas moaned in response while somehow wiggling Blitzø out of everything but his pants and boots and was already working on his belt buckle… Wait, wait, wait, WAIT.
“Fuck.” Blitzø pulled his mouth back from Stolas’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. Both of them breathing heavily in various states of nakedness. “We’re supposed to be working on ourselves, without the sex.”
“But we’ve been so good, Blitzy.” Stolas began to kiss down the imp’s neck this time.
“We really should stop.” Blitzø said through gritted teeth.
Stolas whimpered at the words, starting to move to kiss collarbones.
Blitzø ran his hands down the owl’s hips and that damned pencil skirt.
“Tell me to stop, Stolas.” Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.
His hands inched towards the lower hem of the fabric, his claws gently running under the seam.
“Stols…” His skin was on fire.
Stolas moved his beak back up next to Blitzø’s ear and whispered, “And what if I didn’t?”
Blitzø tore that stupid. fucking. skirt right off and scooped Stolas onto the desk in one smooth movement. He stepped in between the owl’s knees before realizing, “No panties, Stolas?” Stolas’s face bloomed with the prettiest blush Blitzø had ever seen, and he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have a snack. He sat back down in the desk chair and rolled right up to Stolas’s dripping cloaca.
Blitzø hummed at the pretty sounds Stolas made as his tongue danced along his most sensitive spots. It felt like coming home; the feathers on his cheeks, his earthy scent, his magical taste. Blitzø couldn’t get enough of him, sliding his hands under Stolas’s thighs to grasp his hips, pulling him as close to his face as possible and locking him there.
“Blitzø…” Stolas whined, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. Blitzø refused to be moved from Stolas’s cunt. He hadn’t gotten to eat in so long that he was sure he was starving. He pushed his tongue as far as possible into Stolas’s sweet heat, groaning into him as he did. Blitzø put all of himself into pleasing his partner, mostly because he deserved it, but also because of how much he got off on it.
“Fuck, darling…” Stolas moaned and began to squirm underneath Blitzø’s fierce attention to him. Blitzø could feel the owl tensing up underneath him. Sensing his dinner was coming to an end, he pressed his tongue against the rough spot just inside Stolas’s entrance with unrelenting strokes. Stolas nearly squawked as he came, his whole body shivering and shaking. Beautiful, indistinguishable words fell out of his mouth and were floating down around them both.
Blitzø stood back triumphantly, cheeks wet and eyes flaming for the panting demon in front of him. He quickly made work of his belt buckle, finally releasing his throbbing erection from his pants. While making direct eye contact with him, Blitzø wiped Stolas’s slick and cum from his face and used it to stroke his cock a few times.
“You sure you’re ready for me, pretty bird?” He rumbled from his chest. Stolas’s eyes had moved to watch Blitzø’s fingers slide over the swollen head of his dick, and his pupils flashed as hearts as he gasped.
“Please…” Stolas breathed.
Blitzø lined himself up with Stolas’s cloaca and began to push in slowly.
“Ah-” Stolas’s brow furrowed as Blitzø’s head fully pushed in, the tightness of Stolas’s walls overstimulating them both deliciously.
“Stols, youre so fucking tight, baby.” Blitzø gritted through his teeth as he hilted himself against him. After a few moments he began to gently rock their hips together. “Damn, I need to stretch you out more often.” Blitzø winked with a chuckle.
As they both began to relax back into each other, they fell into a familiar rhythm. Their fucking teetering between a gentle, comforting act and one of hot, needy desperation. Like they were finding pleasure in the sweetness of the other person’s presence but also were bursting at the seams with the desire to make the other person fall apart.
Blitzø started up an even and steady rhythm, wanting to really drag out the deliciousness of their bodies being one again. He ran his hands all over Stolas, sticking his scent to as many feathers as he could, wanting Stolas to be covered in him. Much sooner than he wanted, he could feel pressure building up in his core.
“Stols, I’m not gonna last much longer here.” Blitzø turned his head to sink his teeth into Stolas’s thick thigh, pride thrumming through him when the owl moaned loudly in response. It was enticing to watch the pleasure dance across his face. Stolas’s brow was completely unfurled, mouth slightly gaping, both sets of eyes hooded with desire with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. The work of art that was Stolas in ecstasy, only added more flame to the fire simmering in his belly. He began to speed up a bit, hips snapping harder into the other’s.
Stolas was panting and moaning through each thrust, building back up to the precipice once more. Blitzø could feel himself build up suddenly and was overpowered by the tsunami wave of an orgasm that ran over him. Their gentle shared gaze, the sweet and salty smell of their sweat; It was all Blitzø needed to be happy for the rest of his life.
Blitzø moaned Stolas’s name as he sporadically rutted into him, letting the pressure continue to fall over him. The waves eventually slowed to a rolling tide. He met the owl’s eyes that were still filled with longing. He reached behind Stolas to scoop his upper half against his, effectively bending Stolas in half. His knees over Blitzø’s arms that were then wrapped around Stolas’s waist, easily holding his body weight. Blitzø looked into Stolas’s hypnotizing eyes, entranced by the owl for so long.
“I got you, baby.” Blitzø cooed at Stolas, reveling in the feeling of truly trusting Stolas and him being given his trust back. Stolas was filled with overwhelming emotion, looking as though he may tear up through Blitzø’s thrusts which hadn’t stopped even through his orgasm. “C’mon and come for me, Stols.”
And then Stolas was falling apart this time in Blitzø’s arms. His back arched sharply, pushing his hips as close together to Blitzø’s as he could. The beautiful song of ohs, yes, and Blitzø rang out, as Stolas came for the second time. Blitzø helped Stolas ride out his orgasm only pulling out when he was satisfied that his bird was too. He gently helped the bird put his legs down so he was sitting on the edge of the desk again. Blitzø kept a hand on Stolas’s waist to balance him. Then Blitzø looked down to view his handiwork and he smirked.
“What is it?” Stolas asked dazedly.
“Uh… we’re gonna have to completely redo that paperwork.” Blitzø snickered. The paper was crumpled in some spots, torn in the others, and entirely covered in their spit, slick, and cum. Stolas glanced down at the display before huffing as he collapsed back on the desk.
“Oh fucking well.” Stolas exasperated, throwing his hands into the air. Blitzø chuckled and began to climb up onto the desk to place gentle kisses on Stolas’s beak.
“I liked this.” He mumbled quietly after several romantic kisses. He cradled his owl’s face with his hand and felt the overwhelming words burst out, “I like you.” Blitzø’s face immediately flushed hot with nerves. He didn’t regret saying it, in fact, he wanted to say so much more than that. But he didn’t know how to express it, his heart already flip flopping at his genuine admission. He hoped the vulnerability in his eyes conveyed his word’s deeper meaning.
Stolas blushed fiercely, his heart pupils flashing once again. “I liked this.” Stolas repeated before turning his head to kiss Blitzø’s palm as the imp had done to him before. His gaze softened even more if it was even possible. “I like you,” he whispered back to him.
Blitzø smiled softly at his owl, before moving down to snuggle into his favorite fluff of chest feathers. He left worrying about how they were going to keep working alongside each other at bay, reveling in the blissful moments with his favorite, favorite bird.
47 days was way too long.