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Blitz tests the cuffs, biceps flexing as he pulls. There’s only a slight give as the chains clank against the headboard where he’s tied on either bed post, arms spread, his head and horns carefully propped up on a pillow.
He lets out a small shaky breath. It’s too quiet. He can’t see what his bird is doing behind a blindfold and it drives up the anticipation. He feels like prey, a tremor wracking his naked body. It’s both excruciating and enticing. It drives him mad. He loves it.
It wasn’t often they swapped roles, as they both preferred to fall into the pattern they’ve had from their full moon nights – Blitz appealing to Stolas’ needs and wants. But every once and a while, a different need creeps up into Blitz’s psyche, and Stolas being an ever loving partner, also finds his own enjoyment in it. Stolas offered helpfully that Blitz is still accommodating his needs as he lets him use his body to find pleasure, just in a different way. As it is also a way for Blitz to get fully out of his head, letting Stolas take care of him until his mind is mush. Mind blissfully blank. A testament to the amount of trust Blitz has in Stolas.
And tonight was one of those times.
The bed dipping near his hip is the only warning he gets before his skin jumps at a ticklish feeling.
Stolas hums and Blitz can hear the smile behind it as a feather is lightly trailed up and down a thigh.
“So tense,” the avian whispers as he swirls the feather around his knee before dragging it up again, moving inwards.
Blitz can’t help the instinctual way he bends his leg in response, both trying to get away from it but also craving more of the teasing caresses.
Stolas continues his ministrations, feather moving up a hip bone and to a nipple, swirling over it, making Blitz hiss in a breath, chest expanding.
As soon as the feather is removed, there’s a sharp pinprick of pain over the hardened nub as Stolas gently nips it with his beak. A gasp rips out of the imp. The owl copies the motion on the other side.
Stolas trails his tongue down from the center of his chest to his naval, feather following where damp warmth leads.
Blitz barely manages to hide a whine.
“Let go darling,” Stolas coos. “I want to hear you.”
A gasp escapes him as the feather dances up and down his erection, accompanied by warm breath, his leg jerking outwards.
It’s gone too soon as Stolas tickles the feather on the bottom of his foot as he licks up the length of his partner’s leg, purposefully slotting his tongue at the crease between thigh and crotch, avoiding Blitz’s arousal. He mouths over a hipbone, suckling a bruise and bites down, feather dragging in that crease, tantalizingly close.
Chains rattle as Blitz groans ending on a whine, the differing sensations heightened as he’s lost one of his senses. The variations between light and ticklish, to heady and sultry, to harsh and sharp has his brain dizzying. Close but not enough.
The feather traces the hollow of his collarbone as Stolas leans close enough Blitz can feel his breath hitting his face.
“I think it’s time we change it up, hm?”
Blitz strains upwards, chasing that low voice.
Stolas chuckles lightly as he concedes, meeting Blitz’s lips for a kiss. It’s far too chaste for Blitz’s liking as his bird pulls away, leaving him chasing after.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, dear.”
A small whine escapes the imp’s throat and Stolas tsks, the bed shifting as he briefly removes himself to grab another object.
“I have rewarded you, have I not?”
Blitz gulps. He did. And then he asked for more. He was too fucking greedy. Stolas would give him what he needs in due time, dammit.
There’s a tapping on the side of his ribs, leather, small surface area, as his brain puts together the image.
Stolas gives him a moment to prepare as he drags it up and down his side, from armpit to knee, back and forth. Mockingly gentle.
“Remind me your colors again sweetheart.”
Tongue heavy in his mouth, it takes a moment to speak. Stolas waits him out, ever patient.
“Green, good, keep going. Yellow, check in.” Blitz swallows, “red, stop immediately.”
“Safe word?”
“Pony.”
Stolas smiles, “Good boy.”
Blitz unashamedly keens at the praise before choking on a gasp, body jerking, as there’s a harsh sting on his side where the crop cracks down.
A warm hand massages over the mark beginning to bloom just as another hit lands on the top of Blitz’s thigh, making him curse. Then another on a bicep, mindful of the scarred patches.
Stolas alternates between the feather and riding crop for a while, until a sheen of sweat coats Blitz’s cerise skin, cock straining against his lower stomach. His breaths become erratic as tears threaten to build behind closed lids.
“Please,” it’s barely a whisper.
There’s a pause from his partner before a taloned finger trails his jawline and down his neck, “what was that, darling?”
Dammit, he can hear the soft smugness in the bird’s voice.
He swallows thickly, mouth clamped shut.
Stolas sighs, bringing the crop back down with a thwack on the side of his ass, feather tracing up his cock at the same time.
Blitz cries out, pulling on the restraints as he arches.
“Please, Stols.” He rasps out. The dam bursts as there’s another sting and tease, “please please please!”
The owl coos as he sets the items aside, tenderly cupping the imp’s face in his hands. His thumb strokes through the wetness adorning his partner’s flushed cheeks. Fuck when had he let the tears slip?
“You’ve done so well for me Blitzy,” he says breathily, and Blitz can tell how much it is affecting his bird too. He nuzzles into Stolas’ palm.
“So very good,” he continues as he places a heady kiss to Blitz’s lips, who responds shakily, body thrumming.
Stolas begins moving downwards, biting at the junction between neck and shoulder, before kissing it. He continues these actions as he trails down his lover's toned body, nipping and kissing.
He situates himself between Blitz’s legs, laying on his stomach. There’s a faint whoosh sound as Blitz realizes Stolas must’ve summoned something to him with his magic. A familiar pop of a cap confirms what it is.
Stolas slowly pushes his legs apart more, bending his knees. Blitz shivers, feeling exposed.
“Color dear?”
Blitz’s tail swishes on the silk sheets, “g-green.”
“Good boy,” Stolas runs a hand up and down a thigh reassuringly.
Blitz presses his head back into the pillow with a groan as the praise goes straight to his dick again as it throbs.
He doesn’t have to wait long before Stolas traces his tongue up the underside of his erection. “Oh, how I’ve waited for this,” the bird breathes.
He bends down to suckle on Blitz’s balls, hanging heavy and tight, one hand still pressing a thigh open, other hand warming up the liquid between fingers.
The imp inhales deeply as his partner licks another long stripe up from taint to head before suckling on the tip.
Long fingers wrap around the base of his large cock, as Stolas begins hollowing his cheeks, tongue swirling around the underside of the head. He pumps his fist as he engulfs Blitz’s erection, bobbing his head.
Blitz lets out a moan, muscles staining as he tugs, desperately wanting to touch his bird, to dig his claws in those soft head feathers and keep him there.
With the distraction of his bird pleasuring him, it takes a moment for his brain to register a slicked up finger teasing lightly at his hole.
A long, thin, finger slips past the rim at the same time as Stolas deep throats, the imp’s cock bumping the back of his throat. Having a bird partner has its benefits, and no gag reflex is one of them.
Blitz arches with a strangled groan at the dual sensation.
Lust filled eyes flicker up to watch his lover revel in the pleasure as he begins pumping the long digit in and out, throat swallowing around him. He hums pleasingly, the rumble vibrating around his partner’s dick. The imp curses, tail thumping against the mattress.
It isn’t long before another finger is added, starting to stretch and scissor him open. Blitz is panting now, chest heaving.
A third is added, now searching for a certain bundle of nerves hidden within.
Blitz moans wantonly, body shaking. Found it.
Stolas wraps his tongue around his cock, sucking as his talons press against that sensitive spot inside.
“F-fuck,” Blitz gasps. “St-Stolas…”
The avian hums again, sending another round of vibrations through his core, fingers incessant, moving in and out swiftly, nailing his prostate every time.
“Shitshitshitshit… Stols ,” he whines in warning, a hoofed heel slipping against the silk sheets, body twisting.
The owl’s eyes are a deep red as he watches with heavy desire, his own cunt throbbing. He’s been wet for a while now, but it’s truly starting to drip and make a wet spot below him as he watches his lover come undone with his touch.
Just as Stolas can feel the imp tense up under him, he removes his mouth, letting Blitz’s cock slip free, a line of spit connecting lip to tip. He stills his fingers, but keeps them buried inside.
Blitz practically growls, turning into a drawn out whine as his body trembles, restricted from a sweet release.
Stolas' voice is hoarse as he catches his own breath, “not yet, darling.”
The imp whines again, fresh tears trail out from behind the blindfold.
Stolas removes his fingers before shuffling up his lover’s smaller frame, he shushes him gently, “I’ve got you.” He floats over his chosen purple dildo, lubing it up. Usually he would wear it with his strap, but he’s got another plan tonight.
He strokes his imp’s chest reassuringly and presses a kiss to his cheek as he maneuvers the toy between Blitz’s legs. He turns his head unnaturally to watch with care as he teases it at his hole.
A small noise escapes Blitz’s throat and Stolas turns his head back around to focus on his face.
“Color?”
The bird watches his partner’s throat bob and lick his lips as he answers, “green… please .”
Stolas hums with a smile, leaning down to nuzzle his neck, “very well.”
Just as he presses it inside, Stolas bites down on Blitz’s neck, making him arch and cry out.
Stolas stays latched on there, tongue laving at the warm skin underneath, hand reaching to slowly stroke his partner. He slowly pushes in the silicone until it bottoms out. The tell-tale sign being the imp letting out a groan and pulling on the restraints as his body shivers, a bead of precum gathering on the tip of his cock, as it bumps against the special spot inside.
The prince removes his beak and just observes his lover’s face, enraptured, as he stills the dildo and slowly pumps his cock.
“Are you going to continue being a good boy for me tonight?”
The imp keens and nods once.
“You’re going to handle what I give you, right sweetheart?” Stolas leans close to the side of his face, breath ghosting over his ear.
Blitz swallows and nods again.
“Use your words, dear,” Stolas drops his tone to one of princely authority.
“Y-yes, Stols. Only for you.” Blitz responds, a shiver racking through his body as Stolas continues lazily jerking him off.
“Hm, very good.” The bird nips playfully at the base of a horn before pulling his face away. “Though, I would love to see your beautiful eyes.”
He takes hold of the soft fabric and slowly removes it. Blitz blearily blinks, thankful that the lighting in the room is dim as his eyes adjust, save for several candles lit that create a sensual atmosphere. The sweet scents mixing with the growing musk of sex.
Stolas breathes a soft smile, “there you are.” He squeezes the imp's cock, contradicting his expression, and watches as Blitz gasps, their eyes meeting.
In a swift movement, the bird swings a long leg over the smaller torso, tail fanned up and out behind him. He takes a hold of Blitz’s jaw in one hand, the hidden strength underneath those fingertips making his dick jump.
“You’re going to keep your eyes on me,” Stolas commands.
Blitz whines and meets pools of red, staying locked there, noticing the small pinprick pupils appear.
He watches on bated breath as the prince lines himself over his cock before sinking down in one movement, making both of them gasp out.
Stolas’ eyes are almost predatory, but he manages to quickly check, “color?”
Blitz heaves in a breath, “green.”
As soon as the word is out of his mouth, the bird begins to rock his hips with ardor, hand still gripping tightly on his partner’s face.
Blitz feels entranced as he keeps his eyes locked on Stolas’ face. He begins to pant and let out small noises as his partner rises and falls heavily, hips grinding down into his pelvis where they meet.
Stolas is panting too, talons lightly pricking into the imp’s cheeks, as he rides him aggressively, the bed creaking with the force.
With a snap of his fingers, the dildo that has been dormantly seated inside his partner, begins to move.
Blitz tosses his head back with a moan, eyes snapping shut, momentarily forgetting the rule.
A light smack resounds in the room amongst their heavy breaths and moans, as Stolas releases his jaw to bring his palm into contact with Blitz’s face.
The imp jerks his head up, eyes wide in apology. The slap goes straight to his dick. “Sh- shit .”
Stolas regrips his face, hips not slowing for a second. “What did I tell you?”
A strangled moan leaves Blitz’s lips as the dildo matches the speed of the owl on top of him, hitting his prostate more often than not. “Eyes…” He gasps, “Eyes on you!”
Feathers flop down into Stolas’ face, beginning to matt with sweat at his exertion. He watches the man below him intensely. A tail thumping, body tensing, breath shortening, moans growing louder. Then he’s up, completely removing himself from his seat, purple silicone pausing.
“FUCK!” Blitz curses as his body trembles, yanking hard on the restraints, as he’s denied again. He strains to keep his eyes on his bird.
Stolas hovers over him, catching his breath, beak parted. He glances down to see more precum weeping down the spasming cock, already slicked up and shining from his own arousal coating it.
He glances back up to meet a heavily flushed face and intense yellow eyes still locked onto him. Good .
He leans down to press a kiss to the imp’s circus mark, “You’re doing so very good for me, Blitzy.”
A whine escapes Blitz’s throat as more tears well, “please, Stols.”
The owl shushes and coos, pressing a deep kiss to his lips and to his eyelids. “Yes, dearest. You’ve earned it.”
He sinks back down slowly and snaps, the dildo moving again. Blitz struggles to choke back a sob in relief. The wet warmth enveloping him and a welcome pressure pumping inside.
“No need to keep your eyes on me anymore, sweetheart.” Stolas begins panting again as he picks up speed, “let go.”
This time, a few tears do stream down his face as he thumps his head back into the pillow, letting the sensations wash over him.
Black talons are brought up to his jaw again, but they trail down to his throat instead.
Blitz doesn’t even look at Stolas, but groans out, “fuck yes.”
Stolas takes that confirmation and squeezes lightly as he moves with his previous fervor, the imps body pressed and rocked into the mattress under them, chains clinking lightly.
There’s another snap and then Blitz practically shrieks, the noise choked because of the pressure on the side of his throat, body jerking as the dildo inside hums to life.
The toy moves impossibly fast as it pumps in and out of him, the vibrations adding to the cacophony of sounds around them. The sound of skin slapping against skin, panting and moaning, creaking wood and metal clacking, all adding to the chorus of the room.
With a final increase of pressure on his neck, Blitz is cumming hard, mouth parted as a silent scream escapes, eyes rolled back, hoof slipping against the sheets as his leg spasms.
Immediately, Stolas removes his hand from his throat, continuing his own climb to climax. The feeling of cum painting inside his walls and the absolute erotic image before him, has him tumbling after. A long drawn out moan escapes his beak as his head falls forward, hips fully seated as he grinds through ecstasy.
Through the flood of endorphins, he sees Blitz’s face twist into something unpleasant and quickly registers to magically remove the dildo and turn it off, it falling to the side. He stills his hip as they both breathe heavily and take a moment to come down from their collective high.
Blitz is shaking beneath him and Stolas coos as he sees tear tracks across his lover’s face, mixing with sweat. Gently, he removes himself, his partner’s dick falling spent to his heaving abdomen. Stolas can feel the combination of slick and cum leaking from between his thighs as he reaches forward to unlatch the cuffs, making him shiver. He carefully brings his partner’s arms back down and soothingly rubs them.
He moves back to hover over his imp’s face, cupping the side and brushing away the tears. “You did amazing, my love,” he leans down to peck a kiss to each cheek. “So proud of you.”
Blitz manages a small smile and huffs a heavy breath, “You too… shit.”
Stolas titters with a smile of his own, lost in the moment. He flinches, a squeak escaping his beak when he feels fingers slide against his dripping hole. “Blitz?”
The imp brings his hand back to his lips, suckling on the digits and hums as a mischievous smirk crosses his face, forked tongue swirling.
“Just wanted a taste before it’s all cleaned up.”
Stolas blinks at him, then deflates with a whine. Incorrigible. His head falls to his partner’s chest in defeat, the rest of his lithe body following, as he lays atop him.
Blitz chuckles and brings a hand up to stroke through damp and mussed head feathers, and presses a kiss there.