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Blitz had burst through the door in a huff, far past nine when he'd said he'd be home. Stolas was waiting for him, watching Hellanovela on the couch with his head propped up on the arm and a bag of chips clutched to his chest as he watched Alejandro steal a horse from the stables, running to catch up to Gabriella's train.
Blitz cursed under his breath, kind of pissed that Stolas watched the season finale without him, but he couldn't be too mad. It wasn't like Stolas had much to do after work. The I.M.P. secretary position was a perfect fit for the ex-Prince, but there was little need for him to stick around after the gang headed out for their kills. With no Princely duties, he was sort of limited to I.M.P. bookkeeping or channel surfing on Blitz’s couch. He had all the company voicemails forwarded to his phone and a now stacked list of clientele and appointments to keep them all busy until the end of the month.
Maybe too busy, if Blitz was honest. The extra money was great and the gigs were doing wonders for his business, but his body was not feeling its best after two weeks of consistent jobs on the surface, some more taxing than others.
Today’s particular case had caught the gang off guard. It wasn't as much fun when the humans were armed and dangerous. Millie would beg to differ, of course, and even Blitz himself loved a good fight, but they’d been outnumbered and Moxxie had gotten himself caught, fucking damsel that he was. They disappeared his fat ass, and Millie lost her cool, jumping headfirst into the fray to get Mox back and had gotten herself shot in the shoulder in the process. Waving around her axe became a lot more work than it was worth. Blitz did his best to cover her, but he'd run out of bullets before he could really do any damage. Then the humans tazed her and dragged her out of sight too.
Thankfully Loona secured their client's hit, ripped him limb from limb as requested, so they had no need to keep on killing the trigger-happy humans in this grimy fucking warehouse. Blitz managed to portal Loonie back safely, then the panic set in while he looked for Moxxie while dodging bullets. He quickly climbed up to the bannisters on the ceiling, acrobat swinging his way to the other end of the building without getting spotted. He caught sight of that fuzzy little cotton ball head, straining against the ropes he'd been hastily tied in. Blitz finally managed to stealth down to the barricade they were set behind and snap the necks of the three assholes who had taken them hostage. Once Mox was finally shaken off the ropes they parted ways to find his wife. Mills was knocked out behind some boxes and they had to haul her up, unconscious. They portaled back to the office and it was technically a job well done, but Millie didn’t come to until six and Blitz was having a hard time celebrating the win.
As per usual, whenever a job went a little south (Well, really south, like almost losing one of the gang south) Blitz went on a self hating pity party and nothing the MnMs or Loona said could get him out of it. He knew the risks, he knew MnM did too… but how could he call himself a good boss, a good friend, if he couldn't even keep his family safe? Millie was gonna be out for a few weeks at least while her shoulder healed. Mox was a little spooked, for sure, but he wasn’t doing his usual, annoying blame game shit he usually pulled. It kind of made Blitz feel a little worse. He’d have probably accepted it a little more if he was to blame. Either way, having Mills benched for the foreseeable future was gonna be hard. Fuck, he couldn't handle another close call like this.
Blitz sighed heavily as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hooks by the door, dropping his keys in the bowl and kicking off his boots. If Stolas had heard him, he hadn't said so or made any moves.
Blitz took it as an opportunity to decompress before having to make idle chit chat before bed. He locked himself in the bathroom for a few minutes, scrolling on his phone on the toilet, washing off the sweat and blood from his skin in the shower and finally changing into an oversized shirt and boxers before heading out into the living room.
Stolas waited patiently for Blitz to crawl over him, laying on top of him fully and burying his little face into his chest, letting out a deep sigh before finally looking up to his boyfriend. Stolas smirked, peeling his eyes away from the TV to give Blitz a knowing look and a little scritch behind his head spikes.
"Job ran late, dearest?"
"Yeah... sorry I didn't text you."
"I imagined that was the case. Well, that, and Moxxie told me you'd be late."
Shit. So Stolas already knew he was spiraling. Great.
"Fucking snitch.."
"He's just worrying about you dear."
The imp couldn’t control the growl deep in his chest, "He should learn to mind his own fucking business. Bitch!"
"Oh, you don't mean that! Moxxie is wonderful. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.” Stolas fixed him with a look he couldn’t place. Something between scolding and patient. Or at least, he was trying to be.
Blitz rolled his eyes and scoffed at the owl, "Pfff, yeah okay."
Decidedly, Stolas changed the subject, "...Where is Loona? Is she not coming home?"
Would the interrogations ever end? Would Blitz ever be able sleep this horrible day off?
"No. Any more pressing questions?"
Stolas’ eyes widened, pulling his head back a bit at the way Blitz was barking, "You’re irate tonight. Are you alright?"
Ok, so maybe he was projecting a little bit.
"Sorry. I'm...exhausted honestly. I don't really wanna talk." His shoulders slumped, finally giving up on holding his own weight up and deflating over Stolas entirely.
"Oh. Okay. Would you like to watch something? You can just nod."
Blitz shook his head, nuzzling back into Stolas' fluffy feathers and letting his body relax as he inhaled the owl's deep scent. The steady beat of his heart in his chest felt like a lullaby, and pretty soon Blitz was matching it in time with his purr.
He must have fallen asleep at some point, because his own purring grew loud enough that it seemed to stir him awake.
"Hrr-hrr-Hrrr-Mmmh?"
Stolas was watching a baking show now, eyes half lidded and the hand previously on his head now scritching past the last spine on his back, his other taloned hand resting on his hip to keep Blitz from tumbling off the couch.
He was purring like a motorcycle, back arching into the touch like a cat.
"Do you like that?" Stolas purred back, flirty and mischievous.
Blitz blushed, realizing Stolas was looking at him now, gently running his claws up and down the small of his back. Fuuuck yeah, that was nice.
Blitz gave Stolas a soft nod, body tensing when the other talon moved lower to slip his boxers a little lower.
"Shhh relax..." Stolas' hand wrapped around his tail, giving it a light tug that shot electric currents straight to his cock. How the fuck was he supposed to relax like this?
"Mmph! S-Stolas-"
"Let me take care of you?"
How could he say no, his cock was perking up and he was already idly grinding his hips down into Stolas' stomach.
"Uhuh.." he breathed out, gasping as Stolas ran his palm against the base of his tail, fingers deftly massaging and tugging until Blitz was fully hard, claws now tangled in that delicious chest fluff.
Stolas used his other hand to press their bodies closer, reveling in the heat against his stomach as Blitz humped him in his sleepy haze. The boxers were keeping them apart. He left his tail alone, reaching down to finger at the elastic waistband.
"Can I remove these?"
“Mmhm,” Blitz canted his hips away from Stolas, giving him clearance to slip them down and toss them on the rug next to the side table.
The feeling of Blitz's cock on Stolas' feathers was something that needed to be studied. Nothing felt better than this. Light and ticklish against his dick, so soft, so ridiculously hot, he felt like he was burning as he slowly pushed his hips down against the owl's stomach. Is this what it felt like to be incubated? Safe and warm. Home.
"Mmmsgood.." Blitz muttered into his chest, wrapping his arms around that slutty waist so he could grind and pull them closer.
Stolas went back to stroking Blitz's tail, eyes fixed on his face as he took him apart so gently so slowly it was dizzying.
Blitz wanted to hide. Wanted to cover his face. A sick wave of anxiety washed over him, berating him for feeling so comfortable, content. He didn't deserve those things. Stolas' gaze never left his, easily reading the flashes of emotions on his face, feeling his body tensing up again.
"You're being so good for me, Darling." Stolas cut through the bad thoughts, giving his tail a rough tug that had Blitz moaning. “What are you thinking about?”
Blitz nuzzled into Stolas’ ribs, attempting to hide his face from any more scrutiny.
“Nothin'.” He tried to focus on the talons working knots out of his tail, but Stolas halted his massage to chat. Satan fucking damn him.
“I doubt that’s true. Won’t you try?”
“I’m-” Blitz cut himself off, growling at the sudden questionnaire when he was just trying to relax. Fuck! “I suck, alright?! I was thinking that I suck, that I'm a shitty boss!”
“That’s what you’re thinking? I was hoping for something sexier.” Stolas sighed, now his turn to roll his eyes. Blitz was spiraling. Clearly, he had been tense upon coming home, but had Stolas known things went that badly at work he wouldn’t have tried to distract him with sex.
Perhaps Moxxie had meant his message to be more urgent.
Blitz laughed bitterly into his ribcage, deflating as Stolas went back to tending to his tail. Back to pulling and digging until he reached the spikes at the end of his tail.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day...” Stolas eventually whispered, pressing and pinching at his spade. His gentle voice was full of empathy, and Blitz would usually hate that, but he could appreciate Stolas doing something nice for him after a rough day.
“I don’t wanna think about it anymore.”
He could feel the movements of Stolas nodding under him, “Let’s not then.”
Blitz perked up for a moment. He didn't mean-?
But he did.
It would be a light hypnosis. Stolas didn’t like putting Blitz under very often, despite him begging. The lack of clarity to consent was always going to keep him from it, but he had figured out a way to dilute the spell. And this watered down version made Blitz feel like he’d taken 3 muscle relaxers and could still call a red if he needed to.
"I don't appreciate whatever is happening inside that pretty head of yours. Empty your mind. No thoughts tonight, I only want you feeling tranquil, feeling me… Do you understand, Blitz?"
Stolas fixed his eyes on his, a finger held up with small purple waves of magic energy begging to burst out. He was gonna zap the bad thoughts out.
Finally.
"Yes-"
Stolas pressed a finger to Blitz's forehead tattoo, a weak zap of magic washing over his insides instantly. His brain was fried, his body was limp and all he could focus on was Stolas' nails dragging on the underside of his tail and how fucking good he felt.
His tongue felt heavy, his body felt like it weighed ten tons and he couldn’t bring himself to move. Having a magic boyfriend was fucking awesome. He slumped over Stolas, body sagging with the initial wave of calm.
"There you are.. you're so beautiful, coming undone for me. You work so hard. You take such good care of everyone around you, let me take care of you."
He was melting. His brain, his heart, the butterflies in his guts turning into hot lava.
He tried to talk but it just came out jumbled as Stolas' fingers slipped down over his asscheeks, spreading them open. Fucking humiliating.
"Tap me twice if you want to stop."
“Hhm?”
Where had the lube come from? he thought, whining as Stolas pressed softly against his hole, dipping in but not all the way. Blitz tried to angle his hips towards the pressure, earning him a yank on his tail for being impatient.
"You forget yourself, Blitz. Take what I give you at my pace."
Blitz let a soft whimper escape his lips, rubbing his cock against the feathers under him to get any kind of friction from Stolas, anything to take the edge off. He could feel the electric magic seeping out of him for a second, his fight rearing back. The defiance that in another scenario would've worked in his favor.
Stolas stopped. Just when they were getting started!
"Ah-ah.. I'm not going to do it again. You need to let go... give me the reigns."
Blitz cursed internally, trying to get his body to chill. How was he supposed to shut his stupid brain up long enough to enjoy this?
He was growling again.
"Shhh.. keep behaving. That's all you want. To be good... and feel pleasure. Isn't that right?"
Was he reading his mind? Could Stolas even do that? Just the sound of Stolas' voice was enough to settle him back into a floaty state of calm. Being told what he wanted, what he needed… Why did that feel so fucking good?
"You want to feel good, right Blitz?" He reiterated, urging Blitz to speak when his tongue felt so heavy. "You deserve it..."
"Y-Yea.." He gasped, feeling Stolas' prodding, rubbing circles into the sensitive skin with his deft fingers.
"Say it."
Blitz groaned, embarrassed at how difficult this was for him. They were working on it. On saying what he wanted, asking for what he needed and feeling like he was worthy of receiving. So what if their methods were a little... questionable? Sex had always been a second language for them. Maybe even their first language.
Sure was hard without the sexy hypno spell, but with it?
"...I deserve to- mmgh, feel good." He mumbled into the owl's chest, redder than usual. His mouth felt like cotton but he somehow managed.
"I completely agree."
Stolas let those long fingers slip inside, his body spasming while Stolas shushed him, using his other hand to draw circles into his hip, pressing them close together.
Blitz was trying. Trying to stay pliant, give up control. It was hard. Stolas was looking at him with so much warmth and affection, and Blitz still didn't know how to take it. Still felt like running when it felt too real, too intimate. And this was so fucking intimate. But he couldn't run anywhere now. All he could do was take it, enjoy it.
"I can hear you overthinking. I don't want a single thought in there, remember?" Stolas smirked down at him, those stupid sexy eyes watching his face for every reaction.
"P-Please stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? Like I desire you? You know you drive me mad with that tender face you make when I-" Stolas crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made Blitz choke out a moan.
"Ahh fuck-!" Blitz writhed away from the feeling, clawing at Stolas’ back for purchase.
The owl just tutted him softly, repeating the motion until Blitz couldn’t form words, "Are you shy? Do you want me to blindfold you?"
Didn’t seem like a bad idea.
"Y-Yeah?" Blitz panted, half buried in plumage.
He could hear the grin in Stolas’ tone, “Mmm, I don’t think I will.. shut your eyes and relax please?"
Blitz huffed, scrunching his eyes shut tight as Stolas spread his fingers apart inside him, god dammit he was so deep.
He keened, squeezing around the digits, which made Stolas stop all movement, waiting for him to relax again. A low whine fell out of him, aching for more but not wanting to beg, instead he asked, "Keep talking to me?"
Stolas raised his eyebrows, second set of eyes wide at the request.
"You like it when I talk to you like this, don't you? I know just what you need... The day is done, your body yearns for rest, for release.. and because you wont let yourself have it, I'm going to give it to you." He thrust his fingers in slowly, whispering soft praise that had Blitz panting, "Do you feel good?"
"Yes-" He caught himself saying, surprised at himself.
"Thats my sweet boy."
Blitz tried to bury his face away from Stolas' stare, beyond turned on by simple praise like this. He cracked an eye to catch Stolas smiling big, plotting his next move.
"You have such a big heart. You deserve eveything I'm giving you and so much more.. my perfect good boy."
"Fuck-"
"Does that feel nice? Do you want more?"
"Please, Stolas..."
"Go on." The owl waited, stilling his hand for a moment so that Blitz could gather the words.
"C-Can I have more?" Fuck, his voice sounded wrecked.
"Well done, darling." Stolas ran a palm affectionately over one of Blitz's horns, rubbing at his temple before adding another finger down to where he was working Blitz open.
Blitz couldn't remember the last time someone had fingered him for so long, couldn't even recall the last time Stolas had taken so long on him. Time felt like it was moving at a snail's pace, his shame washing away as he let himself rut into Stolas' tummy while he pumped three fingers in nice and deep.
Eventually Stolas stilled Blitz by the hips, angling his aim up to Blitz's prostate. The imp shuddered, moaning out Stolas' name.
"Stols-hah!"
"Say my name again."
"Stolas, Stolas, please-"
"Oh my dear, you look positively devine with my name on your tongue like this."
Blitz let out a long whine, his body tensing at the drag of those talons pulling out and sliding back in, hitting that spot over again. Blitz couldn't keep himself from jerking.
"M'sorry," he cried, his body betraying him as Stolas pressed a hand down on his hip again to still him.
"What are you apologizing for, Blitz? This is exactly what I wanted. What you wanted. To relinquish control. To feel the way you deserve, to be worshiped and loved."
The word brought Blitz crashing down into his climax, painting the space between him and Stolas where they were smushed together. The feathers no longer felt hot and tickly soft, the sticky cum pooled on their bellies kept warm by their body heat. He wanted to apologize, but he's couldn't form the words, still spilling in weak pulses onto Stolas.
“Mmm. Very good, my love.”
He didn't sound mad. Didn't look mad either. He could feel the weight of Stolas’ hand petting down his sweaty back, pulling him back into that drowsy dumb headspace.
Blitz didn't want to move. Stolas pulled his fingers out, the imp missing the contact more than he'd ever admit. After his breath returned to normal he felt Stolas scooping him up, carrying him like a sleepy child pretending to be asleep.
"Let me clean you up."
Stolas held him in the shower, let the water pour between their sweaty sticky bellies. It wasn't very effective for washing off, so Stolas did end up setting Blitz down so he could scrub out the spunk from his feathers. Blitz's legs were still shaky, so he leaned against the lip of the tub, silently watching Stolas preen.
He sucked in a breath as those taloned hands settled on his shoulders. Sharp claws pulled him close, Stolas sinking down to his knees and pressing his chest to Blitz's back. He ran those claws down Blitz's front, not at all seductive, but with purpose, his palms lathered in soap as he rubbed circles of suds into his abdomen.
Stolas peppered kisses over his shoulders, down his neck while he worked the soap in. God he was weak. How was it possible he was getting hard again? He just wanted to be dry and to pass out.
“Have I not tired you out yet, Darling?” Stolas whispered into the crook of his shoulder. His hands worked their way back up to Blitz's scars on his chest, brushing his nipples, caressing whatever skin was available. Blitz let his head fall back into Stolas' clavicle, horns hooking around his back as he arched into the touch.
“M’tired…” Blitz grumbled, feeling his cock betray him as it twitched in interest, “You keep making her act up!”
“Oh-ho,” He could feel the low rumble in Stolas’ chest, the soft trills that gave away his snickering, “Did you really think I was finished with you?”
The drop in his voice made his dick pulse, but his brain, muddled with the drugged up haze and his own responsibilities battled for some sort of control. "You're tryna keep me up all night like this? It's a school night, Stols!"
"On the contrary.. I'm going to make sure you get the best sleep of your life.”
There was so much reassuring promise in those words, it made Blitz sink into his spell just a little further. Back to non-verbal, back to blind trust in his partner.
Stolas pulled his towel off the rack, dragging the fabric down his horns, then his chest and finally wrapping Blitz up in it and setting him down on the plush bath mat before following suit.
“Blitz. Brush your teeth before bed.” It felt almost motherly, parental, and it made Blitz's guts sizzle. Stolas stepped out into the living room and Blitz stared at himself in the dark mirror, trying not to think. He wanted to stay in his sweet submission, in the dreamy safety net that Stolas had woven him.
His own reflection mirrored that, the dumb awestruck blush over his snout. Blitz kept his eyes down while he brushed his teeth, thinking of Stolas’ soft gaze, how pleased he’d be with him following instructions.
When he finished up, he pulled the door open, taking the seven steps it usually took to crawl onto the couch. The TV was still on, painting the room in bright flashes of light, and as Blitz rounded the side of the couch, there was Stolas, seated on the left side.
He was leaning into the cushion, arms outstretched over the back, comfortable with his legs scandalizingly spread. Between his thighs, the strap with Blitz’s go-to toy stood tall, forcing a thick gulp from the imp as he took it all in.
“...S'that-?”
"What did you think I was stretching you out for?"
It made Blitz want to die, his cheeks burning with the thought. He'd fallen right into a trap. A sexy, sexy trap. Blitz fumbled with his tail as it swung madly around, capturing it and wringing it in his hands. Stolas motioned for him to crawl up. Up onto his lap for more delicious surrender.
“Come.”
It didn't feel like his hooves were moving, but little by little the weight in his body shifted, up over the soft thighs and face first into the plumage he'd grown so fond of.
Smooth fingers gently removed his towel, leaving Blitz cold and bare. The colors danced along Stolas’ feathers, and Blitz thought he was the most beautiful thing as he mushed his head into his favorite scent.
He didn't make much of a fuss about it, Stolas was calculated like that, lubed fingers quickly going back to their task before Blitz had made a mess of things.
Far from his body, he felt his claws grip tighter, soft feathers poking out from between his fingers. There was little resistance this time, Stolas quickly adding another finger and scissoring them open, reveling in the wet sounds and Blitz's barely muffled moans.
“Hngh! Hah-ah-!”
“There you are… perfect. Aren't you?”
Blitz didn't respond. He knew that's what Stolas was after, but he couldn't. He'd claim it was because of the spell, but they both knew it wasn't.
His cock was half hard, bumping against the silicone one in front of him.
“Open your mouth.”
The response was instant, his jaw falling slack as he showed Stolas his tongue.
“Good boy.” Again, the praise fizzled in his stomach, gasping in surprise when Stolas pressed his thumb against Blitz's soft pallet, angling his head up with the grip on his chin. He was looking at his teeth, checking Blitz's work. Inspecting to see if he’d done as he was asked.
“Perfect.”
Stolas thought he was perfect.
The butterflies turned to stones, sinking down until Stolas closed the space between them. His beak opened up to let Blitz kiss back, his thumb still in the way as he brought their faces together. Sloppy, desperate, Stolas finally slid his fingers away to grab at the back of his head, properly sliding his tongue down Blitz's throat. So far from perfection, but somehow Stolas found delight in all of this, the way Blitz yanked on his chest fluff, the deep purr building in his throat.
Stolas’ other hand continued to spear him open, expertly playing Blitz like a violin as he filled him from both ends. Blitz's eyes squeezed shut as he breathed through it, when fingers pushed in the right direction and made his dick leak.
The owl was pulling and pushing and he was barely holding on, when finally that beak pulled away, leaving Blitz gasping for air.
“Aah- S-Stol-”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Stolas interrupted smoothly, cutting through all the red tape. Blitz wanted it so fucking bad, it was easy now, just asking for it.
“Fuck me p-lease?”
Feathers fluttered over Stolas’ body, just hearing him beg like a desperate whore. Blitz didn't give a shit anymore, he wanted to say it, wanted Stolas to unplug him completely, fill every crevice that felt empty until he was unbearably full.
Warm hands guided him onto his back, pressing his body into the couch cushions. Nimble fingers traced the underside of his thighs until they pulled them up, spread open, knees against his chest. Blitz was dizzy, exposed and stupidly hard. His tail wound itself around Stolas’s thigh, his own hands coming up to grip at the backs of his knees.
Stolas shot him a nod, like he'd done the right thing, and it made Blitz shudder.
“Stay… just like this.” Stolas didn't stop looking at him, the red glow of his eyes washing over them. Blitz’s cock nudged at his belly, throbbing under the attention as those same deft hands poured lube over the toy between Stolas’s legs.
Maybe it wasn't difficult at all, to ask for what he needed.
“Put it in-”
“Shhh…”
The stretch felt like nothing. Blitz melted against the blankets and the arm of the couch as Stolas pushed in, a weak sound falling out of his mouth, “Mm-hmph-”
“Very good, darling. Just a bit more.” Stolas whispered, sliding in another inch. Blitz's body was like butter, the pressure building in his abdomen making his cock drip steadily.
“Fuuhuck-”
“Can you take any more?” Now he was just being a dick. Blitz was low on vocabulary words as it was, but he wanted to get piledrived into the couch more than he wanted to stay quiet.
“Fuckin'- pound me already!”
“So polite, Blitz…” The final push helped Stolas bottom out, leaving Blitz a whimpering little puddle as Stolas made himself at home. His hips swayed, soft and gently moving, getting Blitz used to it before he really gave it to him.
“Relax.” He heard Stolas breathe, pulling out just a little and slotting right back in.
“Sh-it!”
“You're taking me so well, aren't you?”
“Ghah! Yeah-!”
It got him another measured thrust, and then another. He was taking everything Stolas would give him, just like he promised. It almost felt like he was watching from the corner of the room as Stolas pressed into him, over and over with his hands locked on his hips. He was trapped under that red gaze, swallowing his words in exchange for the overly sincere noises Stolas was fucking out of him.
Blitz squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in the way Stolas rammed into him, how he started off all slow and careful and eventually wound up like a machine. Unrecognizable. His feathers became disheveled and his eyes slanted in that ‘come hither’ way, only now it was reversed. He was so hot when he took control, Blitz thought, opening his eyes to drink him in.
Of course, Stolas would pull out almost entirely then, slamming back in to watch the way Blitz's eyes went wide. Blitz loved it, getting held down, getting absolutely railed like he wasn't even there… He was so fucking full, the pleasure was seeping out of his pores, and whatever was left of his mind went with it.
“Mm, that's it. Perfect empty head.” Stolas was blushing now, the exertion of his pace reflected in how out of breath he was. His eyes raked over Blitz, the way his back arched off the couch whenever he angled the toy a bit to the left, the way his eyes crossed whenever Stolas pummeled his prostate. He felt beautiful. So completely adored at this moment.
“Mm-”
“I know, my love. No holding back.”
A warm talon wrapped around his cock, that knowing look slapped over his faceplate as he pumped over it a few times. Blitz was pulled taut like a string about to snap when finally it did, Stolas’ thumb rubbing the pre into his cockhead pushing him off the edge.
“Nngh! Shit! Agh-hah~!”
This time felt different, like he’d been hollowed out completely. His vision flashed white and while he lay there in the aftershocks, Stolas continued his pace, kept milking cum out of him with every roll of his hips.
His arms lost their grip under his legs, flopping down exhausted over the couch. Stolas eventually let him loose, pulled his strap off and shucked it somewhere under the couch.
Their earlier shower seemed a million years away now, and only when Stolas’ fingers slipped over the mess on his stomach did he remember.
“No. Don't make me-” Blitz slurred, weakly attempting to push the hand away. Instead, Stolas grabbed hold of both of his wrists, pulling them up to either side of his horns.
“Let me take care of it, would you?”
Blitz wasn't ready for the eye contact, as Stolas ducked his head down and opened his beak, much less the feeling of his hot tongue lapping at the spunk on his abs.
“Christ on a stick…” Blitz shuddered, a shaking hand coming up to tangle over that messy nest of feathers.
Stolas was quick, efficient in his task. There was no reason for him to look so hot while doing it though. Pretty lashes batted his way while that tongue did some fucking demonic dance, licking the jizz out of his bellybutton. When he was satisfied, Stolas finally dragged himself up for a kiss. Heated and wild, Stolas parted his beak, and Blitz let the flood of come slide down his throat. The owl helped push it around until it was swallowed, and only then was he happy.
The rest of the night was blurry. Blitz could barely lift a finger and Stolas wasn't about to let him try. He did get off the couch at some point, fetching them both some water and doing a final clean up with some wipes from the bathroom.
When he finally settled back into the couch, Blitz was aching for some contact. The solid touch of fingers over his spines, the scrape of a beak against his horns.
“What an incredible demon you are, Blitz.”
He didn't fight it this time, let the compliment seep into him just this once as Stolas’ body took up the whole couch. Easily they reconfigured so that Blitz lay on top of him, much like they'd started.
“...Thanks.”
It made Stolas smile, though he didn't see it.
Blitz was already half asleep with his tail wrapped around his boyfriend and the blankets tossed over both of them, not a bad thought in his head left.