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The keys jingled as Blitz twisted his apartment key in the lock. He shoved the door open with his shoulder, one of his favorite tote bags filled with groceries banging into the door. In one fluid motion he pulled out the keys, stepped over the threshold, and closed the door behind him. Normally his apartment smelled faintly dusty like the worn out shit hole it really was. Instead, it smelled like someone had dumped a bottle of lemon cleaner all over the floor and hadn’t cleaned it up.
“Stols?” he asked to the apparently empty apartment. “Stolas?” He had left his partner here to do some cleaning while he ran the rest of the errands. On a good day, Stolas would usually greet him with a cheery hello and a kiss.
Blitz’s eyes roamed over the floor, the tables, the frames on the walls. Everything looked like it had been scrubbed within an inch of its life. Every surface of the kitchen gleamed. Not a spec of dust. Not a crumb of food. The coffee stain in the dining chair seat had vanished like the spill never happened. Concern crept into Blitz’s fairly good mood. Loona wasn’t going to be home today, so he was hoping to piss off his neighbors by making Stolas scream in pleasure like the loud bitch he was. Now it was looking like Stolas might be having some kind of episode.
Blitz cracked open the fridge to put the cold stuff away. It too had been scrubbed within an inch of its life. “Well, shit.”
Stolas was far more stable on his meds, but they weren’t perfect. Sometimes his mental health took a weird nose dive. Without the drinking, he found other ways to cope. Cleaning was one of them. Stolas was pretty good at cleaning. He took to it well once he learned what it was. He liked that it was methodical and had immediate results. While they were still working on cooking (Blitz had been through so many fire extinguishers) he was at least tidy. When the gunk stuck to the fridge shelves was scrapped off, then Blitz knew Stolas was in one of his spirals.
With the groceries away, he made the short distance to the bathroom. The door was open, soft scrubbing noises getting louder as he poked his head in. Stolas was crouched in the bathtub taking a toothbrush to the grout between the tiles with vigor. He was wearing his cleaning outfit, a ratty t-shirt Blitz had thrifted that said “Plant Daddy” and the tiniest black, cotton shorts Blitz had ever seen, and that was really saying something. “Hey, Stols.”
Stolas squawked, falling backward into the tub on his ass. “Blitz! You’re home! I didn’t hear you come in.”
Blitz rushed forward. The lemon scent was even stronger in here. He’d be concerned Stolas would pass out from the fumes, but his weird royal birdiness, even banished, made him resistant to a lot of bullshit. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Are you okay?” He held out his hands.
Stolas grasped Blitz’s hands with his. He was wearing his latex cleaning gloves. Blitz had given him a lot of shit over his color coded gloves - yellow for cleaning, blue for dishes, and green for garbage - but he actually found them adorable. Not that he would ever admit that out loud to anyone.
“Just a little sore, Darling,” he responded as he pulled himself to his feet. “I’ll be fine.”
Blitz looked Stolas over. There was a strain to his expression underneath the fragile smile. Oh, yes, Darling. No need to keep digging. I'll just bury my problems and keep attacking the grout until I explode. Don't mind me. I won't be a problem.
It broke Blitz's heart all over again every time he was reminded of how similar they were. Sure, Blitz would go pick a fight in a fucking coffee shop on a bad day instead of cleaning like he needed to impress some fuckwad, but the need for it was the same. What Stolas needed was a distraction and company. Two things Blitz was very good at providing.
Stolas used Blitz's hands for balance as he stepped over the side of the tub. Blitz never found their height difference a problem and those little shorts so very close to his face was a reminder why. Those long, elegant legs begged to have his claws running along them until he snuck his hands up the back hem of those little shorts to cup a surprisingly great ass on a man so willowy. He would bury his face in Stolas's crotch and breathe, holding him firm, enjoying the scent of him. Oh, yes. He could provide a distraction.
“You've been working hard. Let's get you off your feet.”
Stolas wiggled his toes in a way he would normally move his fingers since Blitz has his hands trapped. He grimaced. “I don’t know if I can. I tried relaxing once I got the dishes done, but I feel like I have to do something. You know what it’s like. It’s like my body can’t sit still.”
Blitz knew exactly what it was like, which was why he needed to get Stolas out of his head and hopefully out of those clothes. If Stolas wasn’t in the mood, fine. They would watch a movie or some corny soap. Anything to help Stolas out.
He led Stolas to the couch and guided him to sit. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help.” He leaned towards Stolas, letting his voice drop. “I’m sure we can find a way to work out all that anxious energy.” He ran his fingers along Stolas’s thighs and spread a lecherous grin across his face.
Stolas tittered nervously. His cleaning gloves squeaked as he fidgeted at his fingers. “Oh, Blitz. I’m not sure. Who knows what I’ve got on me. I mean, look at me.” He flapped his hands out dramatically, somehow not smacking Blitz in the face. “I’m a mess.”
Blitz tried not to flinch at the break in the last word. Stolas really was in his head. He leaned back, taking Stolas’s hands in his, and made a show of looking him over. He lifted one arm and then another. Pursed his lips with a tilt of his head. “I don’t see a mess. I see a very handsome owl who’s been working very hard, and it’s not as if you haven’t been covered in worse.”
A laugh escaped Stolas. The tight knot of worry in Blitz’s chest loosened. Every time he heard Stolas’s dorky hoot laughter, he felt so light he could fly. It was so sweet and uniquely him. No one laughed like Stolas.
Blitz gently tugged the gloves off Stolas’s hands. “Let’s get you out of these.” He took a breath and almost choked on the cloying lemon scent. “And maybe open a window.” He leaned forward and gently kissed Stolas’s cheek. “Don’t miss me when I’m gone too much.”
Stolas rolled his eyes, a little smirk on his face.
Blitz smirked back as he turned toward the sliding glass window. He dropped the gloves on the nightstand and allowed his tail to brush the long stretch of Stolas’s bare left thigh as he moved away. A sense of satisfaction warmed him at Stolas’s small gasp. He couldn’t help feeling smug at every dirty sound he coaxed from such a pretty man, and his cock agreed. The front of his jeans were already uncomfortably tight. Blitz tried to ignore that Stolas was probably the horniest slut he’d ever encountered, a truly monumental feat, and obscenely loud. Coaxing dirty noises from him wasn’t actually that hard.
He opened the sliding glass door to the balcony-slash-fire escape. Honestly the best thing about his shit hole apartment. He wouldn’t call the air of Imp City fresh, but it immediately cut through the sickly scent of my-boyfriend-has-been-anxiety-cleaning-again.
Stolas had stretched out on the couch with his back propped up on the arm. He was staring at the ceiling wistfully, lost in some thought. Blitz grinned. He shucked off his jacket and his boots, took a couple of steps, and leaped. He landed with one hoof gently on the edge of the cushion and the other propped on the back of the couch with Stolas between his legs. “I told you not to miss me too much.”
Stolas’s shout of surprise broke down into laughter. “You menace,” he said with a light bat to Blitz’s arm.
Blitz slid the leg propped on the back of the couch beside Stolas’s hip to straddle him properly. Here was the love of his life, flushed and laughing beneath him. Already a massive improvement from the fidgety, tense man in the bathroom. Satan, how did he get so fucking lucky? “You love this menace. Come here. There’s something I haven’t gotten yet.” He placed a hand on Stolas’s neck and guided him into a kiss.
Stolas immediately melted into him, all hesitance gone. He tried to kiss Blitz with a frantic need, like he was in a hurry, but Blitz kept it languid. He stroked Stolas’s cheek with his thumb. They would have their fun. They had all the time in the world. Blitz was going to enjoy kissing his man without worrying his daughter was going to walk in on them or hear Moxxie's judgemental little bitch voice.
Stolas broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Blitz’s. “What about Loona?”
“She’s not coming home today. Crashing at one of her friend’s. It’s just you and me.” Blitz tilted his head and ran his tongue along Stolas’s neck, who leaned his head back with a moan. Blitz chuckled. “You’re acting like you haven’t been touched in weeks.” He nibbled at Stolas’s neck, earning another moan and a thrust of Stolas’s hips. Blitz bit back his own moan at the motion against his growing erection. He was really going to have to get these pants off soon.
Stolas raised his hands, pushing under Blitz’s shirt to run his long talons along his back. “You just feel so good.”
Blitz stood up, forcing Stolas to straighten his spine. He wrapped his other arm around Stolas and pulled him close. A flash of his tongue along that long neck elicited another reaction from his partner. “Is that all you have to say to me, you mouthy slut?” He laced his fingers into the feathers at the base of Stolas's skull and squeezed for a light tug. Another moan. “Come on. Let me hear you run that dirty mouth.”
Stolas gasped as Blitz bit down on the curve of his neck. “Yes! Bite me! Scratch me! Eat my bird puss! Breed me like a mare in heat, my big dicked stallion!”
Affection seized Blitz and he crushed Stolas into a passionate kiss. He hated how long it took him to admit how much he liked the freaky dirty talk that was so unique to Stolas. It was free and weird and funny. Blitz loved every unhinged word.
He tugged at Stolas's shirt. Stolas got the clue, and they broke off from their kiss long enough to slip each other's shirts off. They dove back into kissing each other, heated, almost starving. He ran his hands through the feathers on Stolas’s chest, digging his claws in and tugging at the feathers. Moans that went straight to his cock. He ran his tail along Stolas’s thighs. Used the end to tease the hem of his partner’s shorts. A tug on his belt. Blitz almost told Stolas to be patient, but damn if his pants weren't too fucking tight. They made his ass look great. They were not for seducing his smoking hot boyfriend. Stolas's dexterous fingers released the button and yanked down the zipper. Blitz gasped in relief.
Stolas pulled his mouth away. He glanced down at the bulge in Blitz's boxers peaking through the open zipper. He met Blitz's eyes, his expression hungry. “Well, isn't it my favorite snack?”
Blitz pulled Stolas's hands away from his waistband. “Hold up there, you thirsty slut. Me first.”
Stolas pouted and batted his eyes. “But, Blitzy.”
Blitz laughed, but there was no heat. He was relieved Stolas was having fun. He shook his head, an amused smile still plastered to his face. He tugged at Stolas’s waistband with his tail. “I have been thinking about getting my face between your legs since I saw you in these skimpy, little shorts.”
“You’re looking ready to burst. Are you sure you don’t want some relief?”
“You know what, bitch?” He let go of Stolas’s wrists and pulled off his jeans. “You can shut up.” Then stuffed the offending garment in Stolas’s eager mouth.
Stolas settled back on the couch, pleased with himself in a way that almost made Blitz laugh again. He pulled the jeans out of his mouth, rolled them up, and stuck them behind his head like a pillow.
That made Blitz snort. He wrapped his tail around Stolas’s thigh tight enough to make him arch his back in pleasure. “Who’s being the menace now?” Blitz asked, but he didn’t wait for a response before settling down between Stolas’s legs and running his claws down his thighs.
Stolas opened his legs wider, lifting them, allowing Blitz to cup his hands on the outside and sink his teeth into each one. Each filthy sound he earned by every bite, nibble, and lick only made him want Stolas more. Blitz never thought it was possible. How could he want this man more than he already did? Blitz fantasized about him every second, whether trussed and fucked or holding hands over dinner.
That was enough teasing. At this point, Blitz was just tormenting himself with Stolas's intoxicating musk. Blitz slipped his fingers under the hem of Stolas’s shorts and slipped them down. His mouth watered at the sight of Stolas finally exposed beneath him. Blitz clung to Stolas's thighs as he pressed his face between his legs, taking a deep breath. Blitz ran his tongue around Stolas’s entrance, moistening the muscular rim before pushing his tongue inside. Stolas shuddered as Blitz alternated between long, languid strokes against the raise inside Stolas’s cloaca, moist with precum, and short flicks. The first time he’d gone down on Stolas, he thought about how it was like eating pussy, ass, and sucking dick all at once. As someone who enjoyed all three, it was perfection. Too bad it took him forever to get his dumb head around to admitting it.
Stolas bucked. His cries grew louder, his babbling less hinged as Blitz stroked and flicked, gripping Stolas’s thighs to keep him pressed against his face. A wash of salty cum spread over his tongue as Stolas screamed, toes curling. Blitz lapped up the semen, drawing more squirming and pleasured sighs from Stolas, and swallowed it with an exaggerated moan. “You’re delicious,” he said, glancing up at his flushed partner as he laid a kiss on his thigh. “I think I might go for seconds.”
Stolas let out a tired laugh. “You’re such a bastard.” He reached out and ran his long fingers along Blitz’s throat to his chin, gently guiding him up towards Stolas’s face. His eyes flicked down to Blitz’s erection, which had escaped containment between the slit in his boxers. He ran a finger from his free hand whisper soft along the exposed length, earning his own moan. “It’s my turn.”
Stolas placed a hand under Blitz and lifted him up. Another deep kiss. Blitz allowed himself to be cradled as Stolas shifted his legs around to lay Blitz gently on the cushions. Stolas nibbled on his neck with the end of his beak, running his hands over Blitz’s torso. It had taken Blitz some time to get used to being under Stolas. There was something shockingly intimate about allowing a man who could cuddle him like he was a stuffed animal kneel over him, spidery hands roaming his body. Sometimes he still had to work down an invisible wall to relax and enjoy it.
Beak nibbles turned into kisses. The kisses moved around his body. “You’re so handsome.” A kiss just above his knee. “And funny.” Stolas leaned back, lifting Blitz’s hoof to his face. “And a good dad,” and then he kissed it.
Blitz flushed. His chest felt uncomfortably tight. He wanted to pull his foot out of Stolas’s hand and take a walk. He wanted to kiss him till they couldn’t breathe. He wanted to fuck him raw. He wanted to cry. “Now you’re playing dirty. You’re supposed to warn me before you start complimenting me.”
Stolas looked at him in what Blitz could only describe as loving fondness. And, Satan damn it, Blitz might actually cry.
“Darling, you’ve been so good to me. I want to be good to you,” Stolas said. He leaned down and nuzzled Blitz’s half exposed dick. “Why don’t we finish getting you undressed?”
The emotional tension broke as Stolas slipped off Blitz’s boxers. Now he could just focus on Stolas's phenomenal dick sucking skills. He was supposed to be taking care of Stolas and having fun, not feeling like he might cry if Stolas said one more sincerely sweet word to him. What a fucking prick. Why was he so perfect? Blitz loved him so fucking much.
He focused on the feel of Stolas’s breath on his crotch as his partner adjusted himself to better worship that cock. A filthy moan escaped his throat as Stolas swallowed him. He relaxed into Stolas’s ministrations. His pretty birdy was taking his time, and Blitz was enjoying it.
The pad of Stolas’s finger rubbed his asshole and Blitz jerked back. Stolas chuckled around his cock. “Trying to talon fuck me, huh?”
Stolas raised his head. “I told you I wanted to take care of you,” he said in a voice that sounded far too innocent for Blitz’s liking. “I can keep my fingers to myself.” He dropped his voice deeper. “Or I can use something girthier.”
Blitz’s face grew warm again. This was not part of the plan. He was supposed to show Stolas a good time, not the other way around. That didn’t stop his cock from twitching at the thought of having Stolas’s long, elegant fingers inside him, the fucking traitor. He would never admit it out loud, but he thought Stolas’s hands were beautiful. Expressive and lively. Ah, fuck it. If it was what Stolas wanted (and he wanted too) then why not?
Blitz leaned up on an elbow and reached between his legs, taking Stolas’s hand. He raised it to his face and ran his long tongue over the first two fingers before putting them in his mouth. A small grin touched the corners of his mouth when Stolas blushed. His partner’s eyes widened as Blitz treated his fingers to a sloppy blowjob. Plenty of spit peppered with performative moans. If Stols wanted to play, he would play.
He released Stolas’s hand with a rakish smile. “Got it ready for, ya.”
Stolas got his face under control. He looked at Blitz with a coquettish smile and hooded eyes as he rubbed at the rim of Blitz’s ass with one considerably moist finger. “Then I better put it to use.”
Blitz bit his lip to swallow any noises that tried to escape. He wasn’t going to give Stolas the satisfaction of hearing him moan when he was just prepping him. Blitz couldn’t stop himself when Stolas slipped his finger inside him while swallowing his cock again. His plan might have been to make Stolas scream so loud the neighbors complained, but it was turning out to be a night where plans changed. Stolas was no longer gentle. He stroked his finger into Blitz’s asshole as far as he knew was comfortable in time with the throat deep bobs of his head. The steady friction and moist heat coaxed Blitz to orgasm. He fought it down. He didn’t want the transcendent pleasure to end. “Fuck, Stols. I’m going to cum.”
Stolas slipped another finger inside him. Blitz couldn’t hold it back anymore. He grabbed Stolas’s head feathers as he ejaculated down his throat, every muscle in his body clenching. Stolas swallowed his cum without gagging as he continued to fuck Blitz with his fingers.
His muscles relaxed, a stray moan leaving him as Stolas pulled his fingers out. He kept his hands on Stolas’s head, stroking his feathers as Stolas cleaned him up with his tongue.
Stolas moaned performatively in mimicry of Blitz as he placed his hands on Blitz’s thighs.”You’re also delicious,” he said.
It was Blitz’s turn for a tired chuckle. “Who’s the bastard now?”
Stolas unfolded himself from his cramped position between Blitz’s legs with a smug smile, overbalanced, and fell off the couch.
Blitz immediately leapt up. “Stolas!” and swallowed whatever else he was going to say when he realized Stolas was laughing. It was happy and hysterical. A full throated belly laugh. Blitz approached more calmly and took his hand. “Are you okay?”
Stolas took a deep breath to calm the laughter. “I’m fine,” he said, still smiling. “Thank you.”
Blitz opened his mouth to tell Stolas no problem, he loved him very much, no big deal when a loud voice sailed through the open sliding glass door, sending his soft feelings careening into a ravine of Fuck This Bitch.
“WHAT ARE YOU DEGENERATE PERVERTS UP TO THIS TIME?”
Blitz growled. “Fucking, Carol.” He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around his waist.
“Blitz, don’t worry about it.”
A little part of Blitz begged him to just shut the sliding door and go back to burying his face in Stolas’s feathers and his cock in his cloaca, but Carol was relentless. He marched out the sliding door to the railing and shouted down, “None of your business, you old hag.”
A wizened old imp woman’s face leaned over the railing below, angled to look up at him. “I can hear you two banging around up there.”
“Really? That’s a surprise? I thought with the volume you blare your fucking copaganda you wouldn’t even be able to hear a chainsaw behind you.”
“I have to turn it up to drown out your fucking.”
Blitz rolled his eyes. Carol always had her TV up way too loud. Her hearing was probably going. Sometimes she fell asleep with it on, and he had to stomp on the floor at three AM to wake her up. “Well at least I’m getting laid. Your cunt’s so dried out your own hand is scared to go down there.”
Carol clicked her tongue and batted her hand at the empty air. “I get laid plenty. At least I don’t make it everyone else’s business.” Before Blitz could come up with a biting reply, she continued, “I left your plate on the steps. Tell Stolas these cookies were much better than the last batch. He’s getting better, but needs more salt and less time in the oven.”
“Thank you, Carol,” Stolas called from the apartment behind him.
“You two freaks keep it down so I can watch my shows.”
Blitz couldn’t even lightly insult her anymore. When Carol was kind to Stolas, it always took the wind out of his sails. He caught them sitting on the steps of the fire escape one day, talking about some old school romance books called bodice rippers, so he had to give her some slack. Even if he did want to test that chainsaw theory.
“Fine, Carol,” he gritted out. “But you keep that shit down. I get enough gunfire at my job.”
“Oh, yes. You’re such a big man!” She batted at the air again, dismissing him. “Grab your plate and give that sweet man a good time. Quietly.”
Carol popped away and Blitz had no choice but to grab the plate and continue giving Stolas a good time. Quietly was not going to happen because fuck Carol and her premium VoxFlix subscription.
Blitz stepped back into the apartment, closing the door behind him, and almost dropped the plate. He let go of the blanket to juggle the plate between two hands before finally catching it. Blitz was quietly proud of himself for not smashing a plate at the sight of Stolas laying in a sultry pose on his cheap rug. The battered wood box Stolas thrifted was open on the floor, revealing a small collection of their sex gear.
Stolas waggled the bottle of lube and said in his most seductive voice, “Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to stand there with your dick out?”
The great thing about knowing how each other felt was Blitz no longer felt like he needed to hide his desire for Stolas. He dumped the plate on the end table and almost threw himself on Stolas. Blitz pushed him the rest of the way on his back and straddled his chest, crushing their lips together. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as he moved his mouth to Stolas’s neck.
Stolas’s giggle turned into a groan as Blitz kissed, nibbled, and licked his way down Stolas’s body. “Take me! Ravish me! Claim me! Milk your cock with my hole!”
Blitz raised his hand, making a give-me motion with his fingers. “That’s the plan. Lube me.”
Stolas handed him the bottle. Blitz leaned back on heels to squeeze a generous amount of lube into his right hand. Stolas watched him. He looked relaxed and even happy. Warmth blossomed in Blitz’s chest. “I don’t tell you how beautiful you are enough.”
Stolas flushed. “Oh, thank you,” he replied, almost shyly. He cleared his throat. When he spoke again, the shyness was gone. “Now stop treating me nice.”
Blitz chuckled. He reached between his legs and began stroking himself with his lubed up hand while using the other one to shove one of Stolas’s legs to the side, spreading him wider. Blitz leaned over and ran his tongue over Stolas’s cloaca as he kept stroking himself. He allowed himself another taste, snaking his tongue inside while giving Stolas’s thigh a brutal squeeze, digging his nails in. His cock twitched in response to Stolas’s gasp. He couldn’t get enough of that sound.
He let go of Stolas’s thigh and placed his hand on the floor next to Stolas’s side as he let go of his swollen cock. He slipped two of his coated fingers inside, rubbing lube and precum all along Stolas’s walls. He was looser than when they started, but that’s what good oral will do. Not that Stolas ever needed foreplay. Sick little slut could take it raw and like it. Blitz just wasn’t one for chafing. Not if he was going to plow his man all night.
Stiff from the feel of Stolas clenching his fingers with his bird puss and the sound of his dirty moans, Blitz pulled out his hand and wrapped it around Stolas’s untouched thigh, yanking him closer. Stolas squawked in excitement. The both groaned in unison as Blitz slid inside.
A needle of doubt stabbed at him. What if this wasn’t what Stolas needed today? What if he was just covering shit up with sex again?
Then he thought of the laughter and the flirting and the (almost) kink free fun they were having, and fuck if intimacy wasn’t complicated. At least he had someone now he wanted to explore it with. Someone who was letting him know very vocally how much he was enjoying the steady rhythm Blitz had set.
Blitz loosened up his grip with his right hand and reached up with his left to tug at Stolas’s chest feathers. It was a light tug, and Stolas knew exactly what it meant. He lifted himself off the ground with his elbows, curving his spine like the round edge of a crescent moon til he met Blitz’s lips with his own. They kissed, deep and gentle. Blitz matched the rhythm with his hips.
Stolas pulled his lips away and angled his head forward, pressing his forehead against Blitz’s. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The quiet moment seemed to stretch forever, broken only by the quick kiss Stolas snatched from Blitz before he grabbed Blitz’s chin with one hand and said, “You’re being very sweet, but I mean it, stop being nice to me.”
“Keep talking like that, and I might need to spank you.”
Stolas tilted his head to the side. “Maybe later.”
Blitz rolled his eyes and shoved Stolas back down to the cheap rug. Stolas hooted, both surprised and excited. It was so fucking cute Blitz had to repress the desire to just lean over and nuzzle his face against Stolas’s stomach while his lazily brought them to orgasm. Fuck he was feeling sentimental. Make Stolas happy. Get revenge on Carol and her loud as fuck TV. If he ever forgot that, he could focus on the sound of very serious fictional cop voices rising up through the thin floor as a reminder.
Blitz wrapped his arms around Stolas’s thighs and yanked him closer, impaling him deeply with one brutal motion. Stolas screamed a very loud “Yes!” Ha! Fuck you Carol.
The petty, satisfied feeling crumbled away as he set a relentless pace, thrusting into Stolas in the rough way he liked. Blitz’s claws dug into the meat of Stolas’s thighs as he pounded against his pelvis. He panted with the exertion, reveling in the pleasure of Stolas arching his hips into Blitz. The tight head of a rising orgasm smashed into Blitz. Oh, fuck. This was going to be a big one. “I’m close,” he choked out, and then immediately wished he hadn’t.
“Fill me! Use me as your cum dumpster!”
Nevermind.
Blitz’s claws dug deeper as he let go. He rode the wave of pleasure as Stolas clenched around him in the throws of his own orgasm, talons rucking up the rug around them.
Eventually the screams of pleasure died down to exhausted panting. Blitz was spent. He allowed himself to fall forward on to Stolas and snuggle into his sweaty feathers. Stolas reached town to stroke his head, neck, and upper back. Blitz couldn’t hide his contented sigh. “You feel good.”
“What do you say we get off the floor?”
Blitz rolled bonelessly onto the floor beside him. Stolas was looking at him with that loving fondness again. It was the kind of look that shouldn’t be on the face of someone who, only a moment ago, begged Blitz to grind his pelvis to dust. It was the kind of look that made his heart flutter. “We should probably eat something too.”
Stolas climbed to his feet and held out his hand. “I’m going to clean up a bit. As much as I don’t mind your efforts running down my leg, I just vacuumed and spotted the couch.”
Blitz took the hand without thinking. “I could clean you up if you want.” He stuck out his tongue.
Stolas giggled. “You’re terrible. Normally I would say yes, but the night is still young and we should probably pace ourselves.”
Blitz scooped up his boxers and pulled them on. It took a minute for him to remember where his phone went, but he never took it out of his jacket. After washing his hands in the kitchen, he liberated it from the internal breast pocket and opened the food delivery app. Loona wasn’t here to more than double their delivery order, so he would treat Stolas to that Chinese place they liked. Sinner food really was very good. Was it authentic? He had no idea. He would have to try real Chinese food some day.
Stolas emerged from the bathroom, scooped up the blanket from the floor, and wrapped it around his shoulders. Blitz turned back to the menu on his phone as Stolas took a seat next to him. When he looked back over, Stolas had the sex box in his lap and was sorting through it.
“Want your usual?”
“Are we ordering from the sinner place we like?”
“Yup. Looney isn’t here to bankrupt me. Figured we could spoil ourselves.”
“That sounds delightful. The usual is fine.”
Blitz went back to his phone to finish the order. When he was done, he placed it on the couch next to him so he could give Stolas his full attention. Stolas, who was holding up his strap on and smiling. “You’re really trying to give my ass a work out today, aren’t you?”
“Well, it’s been a while, and you shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
Blitz snorted and rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it. “I’ll ride your dick after we eat. But-” He stuck the end of his tail in the box and poked around until he felt it. He wrapped the end of his tail around the base and pulled out a lime green, silicone dildo as long as his forearm and almost as thick. Nickel sized bumps ran down the sides. It jiggled ominously. “I’m going to fuck you with this while I do it.”
Stolas dropped his strap in the box, leaned over, and kissed Blitz on the head. “What a great idea.”
And he meant it. He was practically vibrating with enthusiasm besides Blitz. “I figured you’d like it.” He dropped the dildo back in the box.
Stolas closed up the box and sat it on the floor, his energy immediately different. It was measured, sober even. Blitz’s spines rose in worry. Stolas took his hand and met his eyes. “Thank you. I mean it. I wasn’t in a good place and you really did help me. I’m having so much fun right now.”
“Well,” he cleared the catch in his throat. “I know what it’s like when your brain is being an asshole, and sometimes you just need someone to help you out, even if it is fucking your brains out.”
Stolas’s sweet little giggle. Satan, if he kept that up, Blitz was going to be dick deep in him again by the time the delivery driver got here.
“I was going to do anything to help, even if we watched your favorite romcoms all night in pajamas. I’m not going anywhere. And if you need to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”
This time Stolas’s smile was tinged with sadness. A look on his face that Blitz was all too familiar with. “We really are a pair, aren’t we?”
Blitz knew exactly what Stolas meant. They really were a pair, but they both knew that. It’s not like they hadn’t seen the worst of each other. “If you mean a pair of hot dads, fuck yes!”
Stolas’s smile broadened, the sadness chased away. “How did I get so lucky to find a man like you?”
Normally, the self-doubt would work its rotted fingers into his joy, but not this time. While he might struggle to feel worthy, he just had to remember that Stolas also felt the same way. They were such fucking messes. There was a strange comfort in that. He wouldn’t change a thing. “You didn’t find me. I made a dramatic entrance.”
More of that adorable hoot laugh. He swore his heart was going to burst from his chest.
“Well, we still have some time before the food gets here.” Stolas picked up the remote. “What do you say we catch up on Hell-a-Novella?”
Blitz snuggled up next to Stolas as his partner turned on the television. “I hope that asshole realizes Gabriella is an absolute smoke-show baddie. Or she dumps him. I actually think she should kill him and drop him down the well.”
“Wouldn’t that ruin the water?”
“It’s a soap opera. Who said it had to be realistic?” Blitz gave it a thought. “Shoving him off a cliff would work too.”