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Stolas lay on the couch, Blitz on top of him, snuggled into his chest fluff. They’ve certainly gotten more comfortable showing affection to each other than ever before. Stolas loved how kindly Blitz had been treating him, but it’s already been a few weeks since he’s been living here with him, and he feels like he does nothing to contribute to the household.
Blitz usually dos the cooking and he’s actually really tidy and organized despite what Stolas thought he’d be like. Loona has her fair share of chores in the apartment, but from what Stolas has seen, she usually sticks to her room.
Which leaves Stolas, accepting the food Blitz gives him without needing to clean up after himself. It’s starting to feel like how he got served in the palace, but Stolas would shake that thought away immediately. He never saw Blitz that way, but he hates still being treated like he’s royalty when he’s not. Blitz never treated him this way when he was actually a royal, so, why now?
“You alright there? You seem spaced out” Blitz looked up at him with mild concern.
“O-oh, sorry, I was just thinking about how I can help out around the apartment. I want to show my gratitude for how well you have been treating me.”
“Oh, Stols, there’s no need. You’d probably suck at doing regular chores anyway” Blitz chuckled lightheartedly.
Stolas frowned. Was he that useless now? Blitz looked at him sympathetically. “Hey, I was just joking, but honestly, no need to worry about all that” Blitz said, trying to take back his insensitive prior statement.
“Right...” Stolas murmured and continued to cuddle Blitz, in hopes his worries would disappear. Blitz landed a soft kiss on Stolas’ lips and smiled. He then buried his face back into the owl’s chest.
A though crossed Stolas’ mind. A way to show Blitz his gratitude...
Blitz entered his flat after dropping Loona to a party. Stolas was sitting on the couch like usual. “Have any movies you feel like watchin’?” Blitz asked the owl.
“N-no, I was wondering if we could just cuddle again?” Stolas requested, fiddling with his hands, nervously.
Blitz gave him a warm smile. “Of course, pretty bird”
Why was Stolas so nervous? Blitz thought they had gotten more comfortable around non-sexual intimacy.
Blitz lay on his back on the couch, facing Stolas and holding his arms out for Stolas to lay on top of him. Stolas complied. They held this peaceful position for a while, until Stolas brought his head up to kiss Blitz.
Blitz caressed the owl’s face as they kissed. Stolas put his hand on the back of Blitz’s head as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Blitz’s mouth. Blitz let out a whine at the sudden rougher kiss. They continued making out fiercely until Blitz pulled his face away to breathe.
Stolas left Blitz’s lips and instead trailed his mouth along the imp’s neck. “A-ah Stolas...” Blitz breathed out heavily.
Blitz could already feel himself getting a bit hard, and the pressure was becoming a bit too much. They haven’t done anything this sensual since...
Stolas continued nipping and kissing at Blitz’s neck, and coursed his hands under Blitz’s shirt. Blitz's voice hitched. "W-wait... Stols, I'm getting hard...” Blitz looked at him desperately.
“Do you feel good, darling? Stolas voiced hopefully.
“Well, yeah, but-” Blitz was interrupted by his own whimper as Stolas squeezed his nipple.
Blitz was panting at the unexpected touch. “Can I take off your shirt?” Stolas asked, looking at Blitz needily.
“Y-yeah...” Blitz was fully erect now. His boner being restricted by his pants. Yet he didn’t want to rush to attend to it, he was enjoying Stolas’ touch so hungrily.
Stolas took Blitz’s T-shirt off and threw it on the floor. He pressed his head to Blitz’s chest and sucked, leaving hickeys behind when he lifts his head. Whilst kissing, sucking and biting, he also proceeded to touch the imp’s nipples, earning another whimper. Blitz bit his lip as his face blushed a deep red.
Stolas looked delighted at the sight before him. Blitz panting heavily with arousal, hickeys covering the left part of his chest. The imp felt absolute bliss and looked at Stolas with hungry eyes.
Blitz pushed Stolas down, so that he lay on top of Stolas now, the owl’s head hit the opposite couch armrest with a light thud. “Ah!” Stolas squeaked softly.
“Oh shit, you okay?” Blitz asked, concern washing over his face.
Stolas seemed bothered by the question. “Yes, I’m fine” he sharply voiced and grabbed Blitz in for another kiss. Their tongues danced in their mouths. Blitz took hold of Stolas’ neck and kissed him even rougher. He pulled away, feeling Stolas’ saliva around his mouth and pressed his lips into the owl’s neck.
It was Stolas’ turn to get kissed to death. Blitz joyed, feeling the fluffy feathers tickle his cheeks. He only got to land three kisses until Stolas stopped him. The warmth escaping him.
What was that about? Stolas used to love when he did that. Blitz couldn’t help feel disappointment at being pulled away from his bird.
Stolas pushed Blitz down again. This time with Blitz is a sitting position, facing him. Stolas began caressing his thighs, teasing at his boner. “O-oh fuck...” Blitz whined. Yet, the imp was perplexed as to why Stolas wouldn’t let him touch him. The assassin couldn’t keep his mind off it.
Stolas began to unbuckle Blitz’s pants excitedly. A hungry look in his eyes. He pulled down his pants with his boxers, springing Blitz’s dick into the open. The cool air hitting his boner sent him shivers. Stolas hovered his mouth over the tip of Blitz’s cock.
“Stolas please...!”
“Yes, dear? Stolas cooed and smiled proudly.
“Please let me touch you!” Blitz whined eagerly.
Stolas’ eyes widened in surprise, and a dark red blush covered his face. Blitz didn’t like how it felt like he was being serviced. Nothing beats being able to touch his bird so tenderly. Why is he acting this way?
“O-oh...Is that what you want?” Stolas inquired anxiously. “Would you rather put it inside me now?”
“What? No! I just wanted to touch you the way you touched me.” Blitz said sternly, sounding offended.
“Well, I don’t want that right now!” Stolas spat back, sounding angrier than intended.
Anxiety welled up in Blitz’s chest. Does Stolas really no longer like when Blitz touches him? Blitz couldn’t help the tears that began to form in his eyes.
Stolas’ heart sank at the sight of Blitz’s unshed tears. Had he made things even worse? How could he fail at the one thing they used to be good at together?
Stolas just couldn’t handle being treated so tenderly again, as much as he loved it, he’s taking too much. Stolas hated the feeling of being spoiled. He had to be able to do this one thing for Blitz and he failed. Now Blitz is crying and it’s Stolas’ fault.
Stolas was quick to cup Blitz’s face in comfort. “Blitz, I’m sorry!” Stolas lamented.
“Whatever, it’s fine” Blitz wiped his tears away, and buckled his pants up again. “If you don’t wanna be touched by me, then I can’t do this... Can’t we just go back to cuddling?”
“If that’s what you want...” Stolas acknowledged, feeling like a failure at pleasing Blitz. He feels like such a burden.
“What the fucks up with the ‘If you want’ bullshit?” Blitz growled, confused. “Why the fuck are you acting like you’re here to please me? It’s fuckin weird and annoying”
“Well, you won’t let me help out anywhere else! I don’t know how else I can quiet the guilty feeling gnawing at me, feeling like a selfish privileged asshole even when I'm no longer royalty! ...You treat me with such care, you cook my meals, prepare my bath, I can’t take it!” Stolas fumed.
Blitz’s annoyance turned to shock at Stolas’ rant, but he seems completely willing to listen.
“...So, now I just wanted to treat you with care, make you feel good...” Stolas continued hoping he got his point across.
“Stols, our sex should never just be about pleasing one of us...not again. I love having sex with you because I love to give you pleasure. Sure, I also love receiving pleasure, but it’s no fun if we can’t just do what we want, not what we feel we should do.” Blitz reasoned.
“You’re right...” Stolas stammered, putting his hands over his face in shame.
“And I can start giving you a few jobs to do around the house” Blitz suggested “I never realized you were feeling that way...But if you want to contribute to the place, you can.”
“Okay. Thank you, Blitz.”
“So... You still wanna do it?” Blitz chanced.
“Yes, I do...” Stolas pulled him in for, yet another kiss.
Blitz finally got the opportunity to stroke Stolas’ waist. He teasingly rubbed his hand up and down the owl’s body, lifting up his shirt, and kissing along his stomach, to his chest. Stolas whimpered.
Any hickeys he left wouldn't be visible, as the bird’s feathers covered them, but Blitz was satisfied knowing he made Stolas feel good. He took off Stolas’ shirt with ease. He stopped for a moment just to drink the sight of Stolas in.
Damn, Blitz could see that eager look in Stolas’ eyes. Even clearer now that he could see where Stolas was looking, and fuck, Blitz couldn’t be sure the owl wasn’t staring right into his soul.
“I wanna eat you out so bad” Blitz urged, licking his lips.
“Please...”
Stolas sat facing Blitz, legs apart with Blitz sitting in between, he fit like a glove. He loved sitting between Stolas’ plump thighs. He strokes his hand along Stolas inner thighs, until he dives in, mouth first into Stolas’ cunt.
“Ah-ahh!” Stolas moaned loudly, holding onto Blitz’s head, until he saw a new target.
Blitz sucked and kissed at Stolas’ cloaca, until he felt Stolas grab his ass firmly. He let out a moan that vibrated into Stolas’ pussy. Their moans were intertwining as they both bathed in pleasure.
Stolas started pulling the imp’s pants down, exposing his bare ass. Blitz arched his back to give Stolas a better view, and better access. Stolas squeezed his ass cheek, earning more desiring moans.
Stolas prodded at Blitz’s rim. “Can I?” Stolas asked through heavy breaths.
“Mhm” Blitz nodded into Stolas, mouth too busy to give a verbal answer.
Stolas brought his fingers back up to his face and into his mouth. Getting his fingers wet. He took out his hand and touched the surface of Blitz’ hole.
“M-mmmh!” Blitz breathed out enthusiastically.
Stolas dipped is fingers into Blitz, and the imp’s breath hitched.
“Ah- Stolas, wait, it kinda hurts.” Blitz pulled away to voice his concern.
“Oh, sorry! Perhaps we’d need more lube...maybe next time?”
Fuck, it felt so good to know there’s gonna be a next time.
Blitz continued to eat Stolas out until his mouth was overcome with the former prince’s orgasm.
They both sighed with content, as Blitz collapsed onto Stolas, pillowing his head in his chest feathers.
“I know you probably wanna blow me, but I'm too content right here to move”
“Of course, I am too.” Stolas smiled.
Even though he hadn’t been cleaned, his orgasm even making his thighs feel all damp and cold, he still felt the most comfortable he’s felt in a while.
“Now let’s hop in the bath!” Blitz said cheerfully.
Stolas’ feelings of insecurity had ceased for the moment, he doesn’t know if it’ll return, but for now, it's enough to be happy with Blitz.