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Not long after Sinsmas, shit was up and running smoothly once again, and Blitzø quickly figured out that hiring Stolas was one of the best (and worst) decisions of his lifetime.
Obviously Stolas is a fast worker. He clearly loves reading, and Blitzø doesn’t have to do as much paperwork anymore. He’s a fucking genius who can read a mile a minute, and Stolas never complains about the amount of paperwork Blitzø has for him (which is honestly something the imp worried about for a while, especially since he’s such a pompous lil’ brat— in a good way— but Stolas never complained).
Living with Stolas was fine, too, but he was a lot less helpful at home. The bird didn’t know how to do shit. Cleaning dishes? Nah, nadda clue. Taking out the trash? What the fuck is the trash! Cleaning the floor? Stolas didn’t know shit about it!
His smarts (among… other things…) makes up for the lack of contributing to the “household” or whatever the fuck. It’s fine. Blitzø didn’t mind teaching him all this shit, either! He was a fast learner, just… extremely bratty. Which is hot.
So if everything is fine and dandy, why is hiring Stolas the “worst” idea Blitzø has ever had? Well, apart from the quick working, the intelligence and the happy to assist type of behavior, there was a huge problem. Quite literally!
Blitzø has never felt so pent up in his entire. fucking. lifetime. He’s being blueballed every single day. Living with Stolas is bad enough because HELLO! living with the sexy bird with the prettiest face while images of Stolas underneath him pop into his head was not the easiest. Fuck, he misses it way too much.
Fuck the crystal. Fuck the deal. Fuck it all! His dick is in danger and might just fall off any time soon.
The worst part of it all? Blitzø is his boss. Stolas was formal. Every time Stolas addressed him formally by calling him Sir or shit like that, and when he’s practically on his knees to please Blitzø at any point in time— even if it’s non-sexual related shit— lord have mercy.
Yeah. Blitzø jerks off in his office. If he didn’t, he would’ve died by his dick being so neglected! It was so close to falling off at this point.
So, yeah, maybe he’s in his office jerking it right now because of Stolas and because Blitzø can’t calm the fuck down, but what else is he supposed to do, really? He can’t really jerk off at home. The privacy there is very very limited, and he can’t exactly work with a massive boner, now, can he?
With as much time as he spends jerking off in his office, though, it was only a matter of time before he got caught.
And, better yet, by the one person he was jerking off to.
Pants pulled down to his ankles, legs spread out and back leaned up against the chair with a massive lack of shame and a massive dick in his hand, Blitzø was jerking himself off quickly. He doesn’t exactly want to prolong this, especially when he does need to go back to work… whatever work even implies.
Fuck. He should really start taking pictures of Stolas. His imagination is running wild and always does the trick, but having some imagery would be real nice, too.
Wait. Blitzø quickly unlocks his phone and scrolls through his old messages with Stolas. There has to be something good in there… Stolas used to send him a lot of promiscuous photos!
But before he could get very far, the door was already opening and Stolas was already walking into the office unannounced.
Welp. Here's his imagery.
“No, WAIT!” Blitzø shouts, taking his hand off his giant boner and fumbling with his pants to pull them up. Way too fuckin’ late, though.
Stolas’ eyes peer down at Blitzø, beak open as if he was about to say something, but he’s quickly frozen in his tracks the moment he lands eyes on it.
It. It being Blitzø’s huge junk that he used to fuck Stolas with every single month.
“I—” Stolas swallows thickly, letting out a nervous laugh. “I am so, so sorry, I should’ve— um, I should’ve knocked…”
Shit. This is just awkward as fuck. If Stolas wasn’t so fucking sexy right now (as he always is), his dick would’ve gone down instantly from the awkward tension alone.
“It’s cool! No, sorry— I should’ve fuckin’ locked the door,” Blitzø laughs nervously, attempting to cover his dick with his hands. It’s not working out very well.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
…
Silence.
“Because we’ve— you know, we’ve—”
“Yeah, I got it, Stolas,” Blitzø says, facepalming. Fuck.
More silence.
“Do… Do you do this a lot?” Stolas asks, blinking a few times. “Not to intrude, of course, I apologize if I am, but just for… future reference…?” The sentence comes out like a question.
Blitzø lets out a rough sigh. “No…? Yes? I dunno. Like, probably… a lot. More than I should. Just don’t tell H.R.”
Stolas lets out a small giggle, and Blitzø’s cock twitches. Fucking Hell.
“I’m normally here doing paperwork. And by paperwork, I mean drawing horses. I’m basically an artist,” Blitzø says, nodding in approval of himself. Because damn right he’s an artist. The best artist in all of Hell, practically.
“I see… I will keep that in mind, then,” Stolas says, glancing down at the paperwork in his hands. “I wanted to come in here to give you this, but… I suppose I’ll check it over while you’re busy with other things.”
He wants to fuck his secretary on his desk so badly right now. He’s going to die.
“Sure,” Blitzø gives him a small nod. “Uh… well, now that you know about this, I guess I’ll just rip the bandaid…”
Stolas raises a brow. “Carry on…?”
“Can you um. Not call me sir anymore?” Blitzø says, biting his lip. “I get it, you’re just tryin’ to be professional and shit, but it’s…”
Stolas furrows his brows, clearly confused from the request. “Is there a reason?” He says, slowly placing the paperwork in his hands on Blitzø’s desk.
“Oh, I dunno, Stolas,” Blitzø says sarcastically. “You tell me…”
“Moxxie calls you sir all of the time,” Stolas points out. “I don’t see the problem?”
Blitzø snorts. “When Moxxie calls me sir, it’s annoying as shit. When you call me sir, it’s hot as fuck. Also,” he rolls his eyes, “I haven’t fucked Moxxie. We used to fuck once a month, sometimes more.”
The assassin can see the exact moment it clicks into Stolas’ brain, and his facial expression twists in a lot of different ways as he processes this information. Eventually, though, his face settles with a small smirk cocked on his beak.
He’s fucked.
“I see,” Stolas says, leaning against the desk with a small hum. “Well, I can see how that would be troubling…”
“Great! Glad we’ve come to an understanding! So, anyway, if—”
Stolas is quick to interrupt Blitzø. “I do wonder, though, if it’s hard to work with me addressing you with a simple, respectful, professional label… how difficult is it to work on this lovely desk of yours?”
Blitzø raised a brow. “What?”
“You’ve fucked me on this desk before, have you not?”
Oh.
Oh!
There goes his dick. Harder than it was a few seconds ago, twitching in his hand pathetically. Blitzø squeezes it so hard that it hurts to calm himself down.
He has fucked Stolas on the desk before. Numerous times. And he has never once cleaned this desk.
“Well, I truly do apologize for troubling you this entire time,” Stolas says, pulling away and giving him a soft, innocent smile. “I’ll go ahead and get back to work, Sir.”
Blitzø doesn’t even think twice. “Stolas,” he says, voice low and firm, “lock the door.”
Stolas’ smug lil’ face drops, and his face turns a bright pinkish. The blush looks so fucking good on him. He clears his throat, and without question, he turns around to lock the door.
“Always been such a good listener,” Blitzø says with a growing smirk. “Not a shocker you’re one of the best workers here, huh?”
Blitzø slowly rises to his feet and tugs up his pants. Stolas opens his mouth, probably to comment on the fact that his dick is going bye-bye (for now), but Blitzø beats him to it.
“Take off your pants, get on the chair and spread out your legs.”
Stolas covers his beak as his face glows even brighter. So flustered and pretty. It makes Blitzø’s tail wag.
“Satan,” Stolas murmurs under his breath as he slowly complies with Blitzø’s orders. “Are we really doing this?”
“I mean,” Blitzø lets out a soft, small, fond laugh, “you’re taking off your pants, aren’t you?”
Stolas takes off his shirt, too, for good measure. Blitzø can feel his dick twitch in his pants several times and it’s painful, but he ignores it. For now. As much as he’d love to just fuck the shit out of Stolas immediately, he wants to prolong this. Hear all of those pretty moans from Stolas…
When the bird is finally completely naked (and it makes Blitzø salivate and he has to hold himself back from jumping Stolas), he walks over to Blitzø’s chair and slowly sits in it. He looks good sitting in his chair, that’s for fucking sure.
Stolas looks good anywhere, though.
Blitzø takes his time to skim his needy little eyes up and down Stolas’ body, slowly approaching the bird to let the view sink into his mind. If only he had his phone right now, he’s take so many fucking photos, but he can’t focus on that right now. He needs to eat the bird out like there’s no fucking tomorrow.
Stolas tries his best to keep his legs spread out, but as Blitzø gets onto his knees, he decides that they’re not spread out enough. He grips both of the insides of Stolas’ plushy thighs and pulls them apart even more. He can smell Stolas’ slick, and fuck, it smells amazing. Almost intoxicating.
“Don’t muffle your moans,” Blitzø instructs, “I wanna hear every bit of it. ‘Kay?”
Stolas gives him a small nod, but he says nothing more. Blitzø knows he’s going to follow his orders, anyway. The bird has always been good about that.
…Most of the time.
Blitzø starts off by pressing hot, wet kisses against Stolas’ inner thighs. He knows Stolas is trying to hold back his moans by the way he’s shaking and trembling against him, but Stolas has never been good about keeping quiet, so that stops really fast. The moment Blitzø nuzzles his needy hole just gently, Stolas is a goner.
Stolas sounds alone could get him to cum, honestly. He’s so fucking breathlessly beautiful with everything he does, and he’s never going to take this for granted ever again.
He starts by licking his clit a few times, just trying to ease the bird into it a little. He didn’t eat out Stolas very often during their full moons, and that’s because Blitzø is mentally traumatized and felt like it was too intimate to do. That’s why he normally avoided going down on Stolas (or anyone, for that matter…). It just felt too intimate.
Now, though? Being beneath Stolas like this was way too fucking good. And he has to keep his eyes open to watch the way Stolas’ beak falls open and his face twists in pleasure. So fucking gorgeous.
Eventually he starts to suck on his clit, causing Stolas to cry out. The bird pants and grips the back of Blitzø’s head. Blitzø almost leans into the touch.
“B—Blitzø,” Stolas chokes out, his talons twitching from the overwhelming pleasure, “I’m not going to l—last very long.”
Good.
Blitzø doesn’t say anything. He moves his attention to Stolas’ hole and starts to gently lap at it with his tongue, and with one of his hands, he rubs his clit gently. The way Stolas moans and trembles is so fucking addicting, it has Blitzø shoving his tongue in that sweet puss in seconds.
He forgot how good Stolas tasted. So distinctively Stolas. At this point Blitzø’s practically making out with his needy pussy, gripping at one of his thighs so hard (he may have left some claw marks) and with the other hand, he continues to rub at his clit.
Stolas doesn’t last very long at all, because before the bird could even warn him, he’s orgasming hard against Blitzø’s face. Blitzø clamps his mouth around his hole to try and swallow up all of his cum, eyes fluttering closed from the taste.
So good. So addicting. So impossibly addicting.
It takes a while for Stolas to come down from his orgasm (thank Satan for that, too), but when he does, Blitzø makes sure to lick up his sweet hole and slick, practically cleaning him up. Which is useless because he’s going to mess him up again, but anything to get his mouth on Stolas longer.
He pulls away with soft pants, and he turns his attention to Stolas’ face. He’s a mess. Feathers everywhere and disheveled, panting harshly with a bright red spread across his cheeks. Blitzø can’t help himself when he stands up to press a hot kiss against the bird’s beak, and he does everything in his power to weakly kiss Blitzø back even after the powerful orgasm he just had.
After a second of heavy breathing and soft, heated kisses, Blitzø pulls back to whisper a soft, “Get on the desk…”
Stolas hoots in reply and crawls onto the desk. Blitzø pulls down his pants, finally feeling the relief of his dick not being caged up anymore, and he can see the smile that spreads across Stolas’ beak from the sight.
Blitzø leans forward again to surge the bird into a wet, desperate kiss.
And then they fuck. Again and again. And again.
And somehow, by the end of it, the desk is still standing.
But their “professional” relationship as boss & secretary? Yeah, that’s utterly fucked.