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A/N: Straight up the thinnest pretense of a setup, because I wanted to play with Blitz's new praise kink lol We all knew it was there, but now it's canon!
We're all gonna be so respectful and restrained about it, right? I know I will :P No beta; We die like Blitz's acting career!
Good Boys
“Sir! You can’t just- Fucking why?”
Moxxie’s exasperated shout echoed across the office, causing Millie to giggle from her place on the beaten old office couch, and Blitz to glare at his paperwork bitch with a hard scowl all over his expressive face.
“Moxx, I’m tellin’ you- If we didn’t get the bill, we don’t have to pay it!” Blitz grabbed the stack of red-stamped envelopes from Moxxie’s disbelieving hands and flicked a lighter on directly beneath them. “Look! Problem solved!”
Moxxie squealed and instantly snapped the burning envelopes out of Blitz’s ridiculous hands. “Millie! Help me- He’s being insane again!”
Millie barely shifted and shook her head half-apologetically as she watched her husband wrestling Blitz for literal ashes across the room. “Nope. Not for all the rocks in Wrath baby.” she laughed as she watched Blitz try to yank the bills out of reach with his tail and promptly figure out fire was hot as the tip of his spade sizzled when it touched the burning paperwork.
“Oh fuck! Fuck me!” Blitz swore as Moxxie smirked up at him and leaned back against a corner of the desk looking smug. “Somebody get me some ice! Man down! Man down!”
The smoldering once-paper fluttered down to the carpeted floor as Blitz grabbed hold of his tail and instantly jammed the spade into his mouth in search of any form of relief.
“S’not funny!” Blitz howled through a mouthful of his own ass. “Fuck you Moxx! You did that on purpose!”
“I never told you to set the bills on fire.” Moxxie pointed out much too reasonably. “All I asked you was when you were going to pay them. You know, before the lights get cut off in here. Again.”
“And I told you to just buy some candles you fuckin’ baby-dick chode!” Blitz shot back furiously. “Damn near burned my tip off and you won’t even get me the ice!”
“It’s not that bad, I can see it from here.” Moxxie said in that same practical, even tone he always used when he wanted to piss Blitz off extra hard. “Just let it air out a little. You’re fine.”
“Tell that to the literal pain in my asshole!” Blitz shot back indignantly. He cradled his tail between both hands, spinning in an awkward circle as he tried to get a better look at the limb and keep the spade in his mouth at the same time. “Mills! Your husband’s being a dickhead- Get me the ice, stat!”
Millie actually had the audacity to laugh out loud at him. “Not gettin’ near that one with a ten foot pole.” she giggled with a shake of her head and her eyes huge with mirth. “Satan knows where that tail’s been!”
“Inside my boyfriend and in my mouth- Today!” Blitz threw back matter of factly. “What’s the big deal? I washed it that one time after I-”
“Ew! Blitz!” Moxxie yelped with a scowl. “Can you just not!”
“I dunno, can you do something besides waste the air in here!” Blitz snapped with his tail jammed into his mouth still slurring his words. “You guys suck for life! Fuck- I’ll get my own damn ice!”
Blitz pivoted on his heels mid-spin trying to see his own tail, overbalanced without the whipcord limb to help him orient himself in the space, and flailed helplessly as he careened wildly backwards and started to fall.
A click of the front door, the sound of someone taking three quick, hard steps into the main office space, and Blitz suddenly found himself caught smoothly between two deceptively strong arms, head landing safely against the soft, feathered body of his prince directly behind him.
“Were you causing chaos while I was out picking up our lunches?” Stolas asked mildly as his ridiculous boyfriend blinked up at him and made no move to get himself upright again. Stolas made a face and wrinkled his nose as he caught the scent of smoke and burnt ink in the air.
He looked down at Blitz and gave his imp a suspicious scowl. “Were you starting fires indoors again? I swear to Lucifer, Blitz- If I get one more phone call from the fire marshal this week-”
“I’m fine thanks for not asking!” Blitz complained, pushing himself up with one hand pressed into his bird’s hip. “My whole ass is on fire, but don’t get up- I don’t need ice or anything…”
“Did you hurt yourself darling?” Stolas asked, suddenly all sympathy as he hastily crossed the room to set his bags of food on his desk. “Does it hurt?”
Blitz nodded, opening his eyes wide and pulling up his most pathetic, kicked-puppy look as he finally pulled the spade of his tail out of his mouth and showed it to Stolas. “I caught my tail in the door.” Blitz lied smoothly “It hurts all the way up my back, and these assholes-” He waved out at Moxxie and Millie. “Won’t even get me any ice! You know how damn sensitive the tip is…”
Stolas moved in beside his imp and slid a coy hand around Blitz’s shoulder. “Mm, you know I do darling.” he teased like honey, and Blitz was instantly at a whole new kind of attention as Stolas crowded in behind him and slipped his hands up under Blitz’s arms.
He leaned in close over Blitz’s shoulder, brushing a quick, chaste kiss against his imp’s cheek, then reached out to cradle Blitz’s hand in his palm, peering down at the clearly burned tail Blitz was babying. “Show me, Blitzy. I’ll look after you if these degenerates won’t.”
“Just so you know? He set his own tail on fire trying to burn our bills instead of paying them.” Moxxie said in a deadpan as he rolled his eyes and watched Stolas unsubtly climbing all over Blitz like a horny tomcat. “You know- The ones that were all ‘Final FINAL Fuck You We’re Serious!’ notice?”
Stolas blinked and looked up at the other imp, suddenly all business. “The electric bill? Or was it the rental office this time?”
“Both.” Moxxie confirmed. “And the water bill, the business license renewals…” He ticked each listed item off on his fingers. “The van repair bill-”
Stolas waved the words out of the air with one casual hand. “I paid those all last week. You know the mail in Hell is about as reliable as Blitz being able to sit still through a meeting.”
“Hey! What the fuck!” Blitz cried in annoyance. “What is this, shit on my head hour? Fuck me. All you bitches can just eat my whole asshole today.” He paused in the act of crossing his arms over his chest in a childish sulk, then reconsidered.
He looked up at Stolas and grinned like an asshole instead. “You’re the only one allowed to actually do it, okay babe?” he offered generously, and his prince blushed even as all four eyes rolled in exasperation. Blitz wiggled against the soft pastel blouse behind him, and Stolas shivered even as Blitz smirked his cockiest smile and angled his hips forward in a deliberately showy display of the good shit.
“Eat your heart out Moxx.” Blitz called as Moxxie put his head in his hands and groaned at his boss’s antics. “If you weren’t such a snitch, I’d’ve invited you and the missus too, but now you get to keep dreaming!”
“Ew! More like in my worst nightmare!” Moxxie shot back in disgust.”Not for all the cash in Greed, Blitz!”
“I beg your finest pardon, I’d be a gentleman and a very attentive partner.” Stolas shot back imperiously, making Blitz practically melt in his arms at the matter-of-fact confidence his prince spoke with even as Moxxie’s scowl deepened and Millie howled with laughter at her husband’s ripe-cherry blush.
Stolas smiled that devilish, sneaky smirk he kept just for Blitz and casually wrapped one hand up in Blitz’s tail as he ran his thumb up his boyfriend’s sternum through the rough old work shirt. “Tell him darling. Aren’t I gentle when you aren’t tying me to our bed? So thoroughly considerate of you?”
Blitz felt his face heating up, shifted his stance to avoid Millie having to see his jeans shrinking in real time, felt Stolas give his tail a firm little tug in a clear prompt for an answer…
“Uh, y-yeah.” Blitz managed around a rough swallow as his prince pinned a soft, teasing little kiss to his jaw and leaned in closer to examine the burnt tip of Blitz’s tail between those long, soft fingers that were moving and touching, and…
“Y-Yeah you are.” Blitz purred as Stolas trailed a talon right up along the edge of his spade and Blitz felt his knees give for a second at the electric feeling of the new touch. “The fuckin’ best…”
Stolas nodded along as if he were completely absorbed in his imp and not perfectly aware of Moxxie spluttering with embarrassed indignation and running across the room towards his wife in search of… Honestly, Stolas wasn’t sure. The second Moxxie got to her, Millie caught the imp up in her arms and growled low and rough, watching as Blitz slowly turned a full 180 in Stolas’s arms and reached up for the bird like a worshiper at the altar of some ancient, unknowable god.
“Mmhm, that’s right Blitzy. Let your pretty bird take good care of you.” Stolas went on, his smile widening as Blitz looked up at him for direction, hanging on his every word so long as Stolas kept toying with the spade of his tail and giving small, careful jerks of the whipcord limb every now and then to keep Blitz’s focus on him. “Take your crystal off darling, there’s a good boy.”
He’d said it as a joke, as a flirty little tease to make his imp growl and posture at him, maybe yell a little the way Stolas loved best before they got to the hard, fast kisses his Blitz preferred in public places, but Blitz froze against him as soon as the word ‘good boy’ hit him, and Stolas momentarily thought he’d stumbled into some kind of accidental trigger or sore spot.
The next beat that passed had all of Blitz pressing up directly against his knees, and Stolas startled at the sudden feel of Blitz’s cock at full attention.
“Oh you like that, do you?” Stolas giggled as he slid a hand down Blitz’s side and gingerly coaxed the wrist wearing the crystal up between them. “Let’s send Millie and her husband out on the next job and stay in, hmm? Would you like that my little explorer?”
“I know I would…” Moxxie grumbled from across the room even as Millie snickered against her husband’s chin and pulled him back down into a heated, flirty kiss meant to placate him. “I don’t want to see what comes next. Again.”
“I dunno Moxx- Last time Stols did that one thing with his tongue.” Millie offered way too practically for someone with her hand sliding down towards her husband’s ass. “Remember? Like this? Gave us such a great idea for…”
She leaned in, nosed at Moxxie until he opened his mouth to let her mouth seal over his, and the next thing either of them knew a portal was flashing open behind them and Blitz was shoving them backwards through it into their own living room.
“Half day! Everybody get the fuck out!” Blitz called cheerfully, his words breathless and too fast as he hastily got rid of Mn’M and Stolas swayed after him from behind, his tail still caught up in the bird’s fingers as Stolas smiled like the actual devil and played with his new toy. “Still gonna pay you all day! Don’t call-Loonie’s with her friends! She can call you guys if- Whoa shit!”
The portal snapped closed as Stolas slid a finger expertly along the center line of it and yanked his Blitz roughly back to him by the tail. “Couch, or desk?” he offered without even a hint of their usual foreplay. “You’re the boss, Blitzy.”
“I-I am?” Blitz stammered half-drunkenly as he stumbled backwards into his prince’s arms and Stolas fisted one hand up over the base of his tail so he could slide it up along the flexible length until both hands met near the tip. “I-I am! Yeah! Big boss Blitz! Me! I call the shots! I-”
“Talk too much, darling.” Stolas laughed, and used his hold on Blitz’s tail to pull his lover flush up against his silky sky-blue blouse. “Come here, you complete idiot.”
He leaned in, chest fluff spilling gracefully out of the deep V neck of his shirt to cascade down over Blitz’s face, and the imp was boneless and compliant in front of him as Stolas wrapped his lover up securely in both arms and kissed him.
Blitz’s hands reached up to cradle the fluffy cheeks, threaded gentle, seeking fingers through the soft, silky feathers as their mouths both opened and looked for more, tongues tangled and teeth scraping beak as Blitz led them into a slow, ridiculously heated kiss that had everything to do with the fact Stolas had just discovered two things about his Blitz;
That the long, expressive tail was good for more than just a convenient handle during rough play, and that Blitz apparently responded extra well to praise. Information he wasn’t going to misuse for his own gain at all, Stolas smirked. Not one single bit…
“Mm, my big, strong top.” Stolas murmured into the kiss, just to see what Blitz would do about it. “I can’t wait to have you bent right over me, beautiful and naked, and-”
“Too many words.” Blitz panted roughly, hands sliding up the sides of Stolas’s cheeks to bury themselves in his hair instead. “Show me that shirt comin’ off pretty bird.”
“You’re the boss.” Stolas giggled, noting the distinct lack of reaction to his last words as Blitz pressed in closer and Stolas picked him up effortlessly with one arm up under the perfect ass. “I love how well you know us…”
Blitz grinned up against the sharp edges of Stolas’s beak and locked his wide-open legs up around his prince. “Yeah? You like the way I tell you what to do? Daddy’s li’l princess toy?”
Right direction, but the wrong response. Stolas suppressed a hard shudder as Blitz’s caramel-smooth Daddy voice did things to him and his casual grey slacks began to soak through, but held himself firmly in check as he smoothed the palm of his hand up over the curve of Blitz’s spine and cupped the back of his neck to keep his imp firmly in place.
“Big, powerful boss’s sexy little secretary.” Stolas corrected as Blitz practically climbed him, and Stolas stumbled his way to the beaten old couch across the room. “Right here in the office, with the door unlocked where anyone could walk in…”
Blitz almost broke off their kiss entirely at that, eyes worried and features concerned as he looked up and finally seemed to remember the rest of the room existed. “Oh shit- Yeah. You need me to lock up real quick? I know you’re not real shy, but what if some succubitch from next door tries to-”
Not the scene, then, Stolas noted distantly. The words themselves…
Stolas giggled his way into a kiss that drew his Blitz back to him in seconds. “Mm, such a considerate man.” he purred, and this time Blitz shivered hard. His open legs left absolutely no doubt in Stolas’s mind what had elicited the clear reaction and Stolas grinned into the open mouth.
“Oh you like that, hmm Blitzy? When I tell you how good you are to me?” Blitz kissed him harder, faster, and Stolas leaned in to let him. “When I call you my good boy and tell you how clever you are? How much I love the feel of you, when you call me your princess and tell me what to do…”
The kisses never stopped, but the enthusiasm seemed to ebb just a fraction as Blitz nodded along and found any new reason to press his sharp little teeth into Stolas’s chin, the corners of his mouth, the edge of his collarbone…
“Yeah… I’m your big strong Daddy…” Blitz slurred. “Gonna make you my messy little slut- You like that, right? That what you want?”
Stolas felt every feather on his body stand up straight to attention, and Blitz grinned into a playful little nip at his shoulder.
“That’s right, bitch. Daddy’s home.” he growled, and Stolas suddenly couldn’t stand his clothes anymore. The light, airy blouse and comfortable grey work slacks were too tight now, constraining and claustrophobic, and he was burning alive as Blitz wriggled his diamond-hard cock against him and Stolas squeezed that perfect ass as he pushed it into his body for more.
He thought about dropping them to the old office couch, but Blitz had been right- What if a potential client or a neighboring business’s employee interrupted them mid-session? Nothing was going to ruin this thrilling new discovery of his, certainly not when he’d finally found a way to flip his adamant top to at least a a partially submissive switch…
The thing just needed time, and for Stolas to resist the incredibly sexy, intoxicatingly competent fingers now dropping to his shirt buttons and thumbing them open one by one, teeth and kisses peppering his throat, his chest…
“B-Blitz- Take us home!” Stolas gasped as he felt his vision wavering and heat absolutely engulfing him. “T-Take us home to our couch, Daddy. I want it on the living room floor, you beautiful stallion!”
Blitz nodded and Stolas whined as the hands briefly left him so Blitz could rub open the portal, and Stolas carried them through. No sooner had the shimmer of magick wavered back into the solid apartment around them, and Blitz was buried in Stolas’s chest fluff, one hand sliding down under the half-unbuttoned blouse.
“Oh yeah… Been waiting on this all day…” Blitz growled as he carded through feathers and inhaled deeply. “Gimme more baby bird. Gimme whatever you got- Daddy’s ready to play real fuckin’ hard beautiful. Real fuckin’ hard…”
He rolled his hips into Stolas’s stomach, and it was all the bird could do to gasp out a throaty ‘yes Blitzy!” and hastily drop them to the beaten old couch they slept on. Blitz was on him like lightning, ripping his shirt open so roughly the buttons scattered, and Stolas moaned at the feral look in the amber eyes, the way those big, strong hands were all over him, pulling, squeezing, commanding…
“G-Good boy, Blitzy…” Stolas managed to choke out even as he began to sweat and his breathing came in hard, needy pants as Blitz slid his clothed chest up the line of his prince’s body and dragged his fangs against the feathered torso like a threat Stolas was absolutely ready for. “Just like that, you’re so good to me Blitzy… S-So fucking smart, you always kn-know what to…”
The words cut off into a deep, throaty groan as Blitz somehow got harder against him, and Stolas felt a newer, hotter flame begin to burn at how responsive his imp was to just a few easy words of praise.
“My beautiful, sexy lover who keeps me in line so well.” Stolas tried again, voice steadier this time as Blitz paused mid-bite and stared up at him like a hungry dog. “So good with his hands, always so competent…”
“Yeah?” Blitz breathed with the thinnest current of actual awe in his voice. As if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, who was saying these things to him. Stolas instantly felt the thrill of new lust shiver through him, and he pushed Blitz’s head back down into his chest fluff. “Y-You think I’m smart?”
“I think you’re one of the funniest, most incredible creatures I’ve ever known.” Stolas went on as Blitz dug both clawed hands into his sides and worked his fingers slowly, efficiently against the smaller frame as kisses pressed down into the soft feathers Blitz had his nose buried in. “I think nobody knows me quite the way you do, Blitzy. In or out of the bedroom.”
Blitz nodded along, hips beginning to roll that delicious hardness down against Stolas’s soaked-through slacks, and Stolas crept a hand down between them to push the tips of his fingers against the top button of Blitz’s work shirt.
“Could you come up closer?” Stolas singsonged at the perfectly pliable imp draped down across his chest and legs. “I need my big, strong Daddy to help with the buttons.”
“Whatever you need.” Blitz answered at once, and Stolas held back a whine as the hot, sweaty chest broke contact with his body. “Hold still baby bird, Daddy’s gotcha.”
Stolas splayed his entire body open in the cramped space of the couch cushions, and Blitz looked down at his prince served up like hot dinner with a look Stolas had never seen him wearing before. The hungry, half-feral look of an imp about to devour his bird was there the way it always was when they started a heated session like this, but something softer, much more vulnerable seemed to be cracking through the confident mask Blitz wore at all times like armour.
Stolas caught the look, felt the tender care in his Blitz’s touch even as his imp grabbed his wrist and gave a tight, hard little squeeze of command when Stolas raised his arm to touch the first button on Blitz’s shirt.
“Mm, just like that good boy.” Stolas praised, curling his fingers up around Blitz’s much bigger hand. “I love the way you’re strong for me. So good at keeping your princess happy.”
“Gonna do this every day ‘til I die.” Blitz beamed as he guided Stolas to the first button and thumbed the thing open himself. “Whatever you want, pretty bird. If it makes you happy, you got me all yours beautiful.”
Stolas squirmed at the feeling of Blitz sitting straddled over his thighs, the casual grind of that iron-hard cock against his most sensitive parts, and held himself very, very carefully in check as they moved to the second button and unhooked that too.
“So patient with me.” Stolas purred, and Blitz seemed to humour him this time rather than respond, so Stolas instantly switched tactics. “Do you want to be in charge of us tonight? Or shall I help?”
Blitz frowned at that, and Stolas realized what he’d done at once. Calling attention to the clearly shifting dynamic was going to bring up Blitz’s defenses instead of dropping them the way Stolas had been working towards. He’d said the wrong thing, and now he wasn’t sure he could recover before-
“Hey. Relax, baby. Relax.” Blitz soothed before Stolas could truly spiral his way out of the hottest sex they’d had all year. Blitz leaned forward and dropped a kiss down against Stolas’s forehead, right between his four eyes the way Stolas always melted for. “I got you baby bird, I always got you. ‘Course you can top from the bottom. That what you want?”
Something deeply, painfully real bubbled up in Stolas then. Watching his strong, confident Blitz who was always so brash and rough with everyone but him soften to the point of toothless because he thought he saw disappointment in Stolas’s eyes. Because Blitz assumed he’d done something wrong and was doing everything he could not to ruin the moment, not to let his insecurities shatter what was between them this time.
Was actively, truly, trying to be the better imp he’d promised he could be for Stolas when they’d picked things back up almost a full year ago now.
It wasn’t just opening doors for him or cooking them dinner every night. It wasn’t just remembering how Stolas took his coffee, liked his books arranged on the little shelf across the living room, or the fact that Blitz had built that damn shelf just for him. It wasn’t all the little things, or the bigger things like the way his Blitz knew him so well, words were completely secondary in moments like this. Blitz just knew what to do, how to say what Stolas needed to hear no matter how clumsily it came out, or even if they fought about it later, or-
He realized he was crying when Blitz kissed the tears off his cheek and brushed a thumb under one of his lower eyes.
“Hey. Hey, we don’t have to do anything…” Blitz was saying softly, gently, and Stolas felt the moment completely overwhelm him as gratitude and trust, and heat, and pride boiled over all at once at the man Blitz had become for him.
Not for him; because of him, and Stolas could hardly say that Blitz’s influence on his life had been less than meteoric, all things considered. That everything hadn’t first gone spectacularly, publicly wrong, only to pivot the second Stolas had begun to actually listen to his imp instead of trying to contort himself into whatever version of himself he thought Blitz wanted more.
Blitz had only had eyes for him since the trial, and no amount of arrogant dismissals, childish pouting, unmedicated, depression-fueled vitriol or outright defiance had ever once stopped the imp from devoting his every waking moment to his prince. From giving Stolas as much of the world as he could find, barter, steal or buy, and something in the sudden clarity that his Blitz wasn’t just a service top in the bedroom, but always, especially for Stolas broke all sensible control he’d thought he had.
Everything about him went white-hot, all four eyes shifted to a red so deep it was nearly black, and Blitz fidgeted nervously above him.
“Stols?” Blitz asked uncertainly. “Babe? Y-You’re kinda freakin’ me out a little here… D-Do I back off, or lean in, o-or?”
Stolas sat up so fast he nearly launched Blitz off the opposite end of the couch. He caught his imp at the last possible second, yanked the bewildered little body in close against his chest, and threw them to the living room floor.
They landed with a string of wild curses from Blitz, with Stolas on top, knees down at either side of Blitz’s hips, both arms bracketing his imp’s powerful horns as the owl prince loomed suddenly huge and imposing over his Blitz.
“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Stolas told him in no uncertain terms. “You are mine, Blitzy. My strong, powerful top who knows exactly what to do with the likes of me.”
Stolas dropped an inch, low enough to kiss the half-open mouth beneath him soundly, firmly, and brought one hand up under Blitz’s chin to force his lover to look him in all four eyes.
“I love you, you stupid imp. Every scar, every fang-”Another hard, demanding kiss and Blitz’s arms raised to circle around Stolas’s neck so he couldn’t pull back again. “Every foul word, every dirty joke. Every open hand, every growl…”
He said the last word into Blitz’s open, panting mouth, and the rumble of a purr rolled up in a low, possessive sound that made Stolas’s arms quiver as he fought to keep himself steady, entire body practically liquifying at the feeling of his Blitz’s chest vibrating against his.
“Every last inch of you, Blitzy.” Stolas ground out firmly. “Mine, and only mine. Do you hear me, imp boy? Mine.”
A hand whipped down to cup Blitz’s diamond-hard cock through his jeans and Blitz gasped as his soft, submissive prince suddenly turned into the power bottom of his wettest dreams and Blitz almost came right then and there.
His prince leaned in, adding the slightest bit of pressure to Blitz’s straining cock as he slipped himself down across his imp and stole a slower, much chaster kiss even as his hand did unholy things over Blitz’s jeans below.
“Holy shit Stolas…” he gasped, golden eyes huge as the sudden shift in dynamic, in mood and everything else flooded his brain and threw every conscious thought he had right out the big picture window above them. “Fuck me…”
“Mmyes, if that’s what Blitzy wants.” Stolas crooned in a flirty imitation of their very first meeting. “Shall we get you naked for me first, my eager little explorer?”
“Better do somethin’ real quick…” Blitz whined, squirming as Stolas deliberately left a trail of wet slick behind as he dragged that perfect body over Blitz’s tented jeans. “I’m not gonna last baby bird…”
“You will.” Stolas said with complete authority in his words. “I’m telling you you will.”
“Y-Yessir…” Blitz agreed without a first thought. “Tell me how you want me, Daddy.”
Stolas laughed and shook his head, kissing his way down Blitz’s chest as he opened buttons and trailed his fingertips down over the well-sculpted abs and firm chest. “No dear- You’re Daddy. I’m your coy little princess, aren’t I? Ready to do whatever it takes to make you happy. Hm? The way you do for me. The way you always do.”
Stolas kissed the dip between Blitz’s ribs and the first line of his abs. “The way my beautiful, loving man does for me, hm?”
He purred like a silk glove sliding over glass, Blitz groaned and felt his eyes fluttering closed as Stolas pressed too-soft kisses to his body, following his hands down, down, down to the line of his belt and pausing there just long enough to make Blitz look up at him expectantly.
“Mm, good boy.” Stolas praised, and the obvious rise in Blitz’s jeans jumped at the sound. “Watch me, darling. I want you to see how much I want you. How much I appreciate your hard work…”
“Holy shit Stolas…” Blitz croaked as his hands came down to fumble with his belt and Stolas gently redirected him to the plush shoulders under Stolas’s open blouse. “Please baby, please… You’re so fuckin’ hot right now…”
“Aren’t I always, Big Daddy?” Stolas smirked as he whipped off Blitz’s leather belt and snapped it down across his own ass just once. “You can hold it for me, can’t you? For a little while longer?”
“Please…” Blitz all but begged, whole body wriggling under Stolas’s hands as he teased the top button of Blitz’s jeans and didn’t quite pop it open yet. “I-I need you baby bird… I just do, I-”
The pleading trailed off into a low, filthy moan as Stolas opened the button and split the zipper in one impossibly easy move, the action rough and efficient as Stolas grabbed the waistband of Blitz’s boxers in his free hand and jerked them out of his way while the sinful, shameless mouth swallowed Blitz whole without a warning.
“Holy shit baby!” Blitz cried out as Stolas immediately went to work, head bobbing, cheeks hollow as his hands worked Blitz’s pants all the way off and Blitz saw utter galaxies while his prince took every inch of him down to the root and Blitz felt the back of the bird’s throat with the tip of his straining, sensitive cock.
“Yeah baby! Right there!” Blitz encouraged as Stolas added some beak in at the edges and the hard, ginger scrape of the razor-sharp keratin sent him flying through the stratosphere faster than the soft hand working the base of his dick. “Oh fuck Stols! Oh fuck! Slow down! I-I’m not gonna last…”
“Of course you won’t.” Stolas said with his mouth full. “I want you, Blitzy. Every drop you have.”
Almost as if the feeling of Stolas’s hot, wet mouth on him weren't enough, the long, eager tongue licking up the tip of his shaft on every upwards pull, delicate fingers squeezing his cock every time Stolas felt him clench…
Wasn’t driving him feral already, the fucking bird squared his knees, arched his back up behind him and undid the front of his own pants right in front of Blitz’s eyeline.
“Are you watching, Daddy?” Stolas teased as he came up for breath and Blitz thought he might die if he couldn’t get that mouth back on him in the next ten seconds. “I’m about to give you front row seating to the hottest show in Hell.”
“Already in ‘em.” Blitz heaved around hard pulls for breath. “Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holy- Fuck me!”
Stolas crawled up the few inches of height difference between them, every wet feather on him poised just above Blitz’s hipline, and sat up just long enough to slide his pants down to his knees. He palmed Blitz’s full, soaking length in one long-fingered hand and gave it a playful little squeeze.
“Don’t you dare hold back.” Stolas demanded as he slotted Blitz up directly between his dripping thighs and slid his palm down over the iron-hard cock as if he were only playing with himself. “I need this big, gorgeous cock to touch me so I can give Daddy his reward, hm? For being the best boss I’ve ever had.”
The slow, wet slide of birdpuss on him nearly finished Blitz right then and there, but by some hellish miracle he hung on, and Stolas’s fingers started to roll and toy around his cock while the tip barely brushed up at the underside of the hot little button Blitz knew so intimately.
“I-I’m the only boss you ever had…” Blitz squeaked out as his eyes slid nearly closed and Stolas gave his dick a quick pull to remind him to keep them open. “Oh fuck baby bird… Oh fuck…”
“Mm yes, Blitzy. The only soul in Hell who can tame me.” Stolas purred as he stroked his short feathers along the line of Blitz and rolled his hips back to do it again. “My big, firm Daddy Blitzy. My good, good boy, hm? You feel exquisite my darling… Absolutely delicious…”
Stolas rolled his hips again, slid himself deeper against Blitz’s throbbing cock and touched the barest tip of it against his soaking wet hole. “Mm… So good…”
“H-Holy shit Stolas…” Blitz panted as he felt himself freefalling against his own will. “I-I’m gonna… I-I c-can’t…”
“Come on, Daddy.” Stolas encouraged as he dragged back against his own hand and yanked Blitz with him. “Finish for me. Harder, Daddy. Show me, good boy. Show your grateful, loving princess that trophy finish.”
Blitz laughed so hard he almost ruined the moment, but Stolas smirked as the roll of his thumb over the absolute tip of his Blitz turned the laughter into a hard, needy whine and Stolas felt himself edging closer and closer to his own finish the more of his Blitz he saw.
The relaxed, playful imp who laughed in the middle of his hottest fuck, the way Blitz’s hands were digging into his thighs but not guiding or controlling Stolas’s movements at all. Letting his prince do whatever he wanted with absolute trust Stolas knew hadn’t been there even six months ago. Not without the edges of insecurity creeping in, the slivers of past scarring and old heartbreak haunting them.
Here and now, Blitz was fully unmasked, every bare inch of him- literally and metaphorically naked for Stolas to see, plain as day.
“I fuckin’ love you pretty bird…” Blitz said into the whirl of thoughts, and heat and raw emotions Stolas was finding himself so damn full of. “Really do… Can’t believe you’re mine!”
Stolas pressed the leaking cock directly up against himself, palm working the base and center as his fingers rubbed the tip in a deliberately too-fast way that had Blitz coming hard just as the word ‘mine’ left his lips, and Blitz swore as his knees came up to pull his prince completely down on top of him, and Stolas flipped them so Blitz was draped over him like a ragdoll blanket.
“I’m right behind you!” Stolas called as if this were an airport and not the middle of heated sex with the only imp in Hell he’d ever wanted. “Oh lords Blitzy! I’m right there, I-I can’t- I-I need-”
The half-hard cock slid home like Blitz didn’t need eyes to see what he was doing, and some distant part of Stolas thought vaguely that he didn’t. They knew each other by touch alone by now. So intimate it was raw, so close, so in tune with one another-
“Breathe through it baby, that’s it…” Blitz encouraged, rubbing Stolas’s side with his thumb as he thought his prince was reacting to the sudden feel of his cock stretching out that tight little hole. “Easy, easy… Want me to back off, or?”
“Harder!” Stolas screamed, and jerked his stupid imp down across his chest while Blitz scrambled to keep himself balanced on his knees across Stolas’s hips as the bird ground up into him and grabbed both horns from behind, trying to kiss him and ride him at the same time. “Blitz! Harder!”
“Gimme a minute!” Blitz growled in annoyance. “I’m only one imp Stolas! You’re a fuckin’ freak!”
“I’m your freak, you cocky little tease!” Stolas howled like they were back in their full moon days and the walls weren’t thin enough the neighbors were definitely hearing all this all around them. “Hurry up and recover- I want you Blitzy! I want every bare inch of you buried inside me like the world’s best treasure! I want you lost in these thighs, lover! Give me what I want Daddy! Be my good boy!”
Oh merciful Lucifer, but that did it. Somehow, after everything they’d ever said and done with and to each other, those four words flipped Blitz like nothing else ever had and he was on his prince faster than Stolas’s next inhale.
“Strap on, bitch. We’re going into overtime.” Blitz growled into Stolas’s open mouth against his. “ATD.”
“W-What the fuck does that even-” Stolas asked automatically, the words pulled from him almost one at a time as Blitz began to harden inside him and Stolas clenched his thighs, chasing the feeling of sudden fullness.
“All-Terrain Dick.” Blitz said with his cockiest smirk on as he briefly raised his head to lick a wild stripe across Stolas’s cheek. “I told you I was ready to ride rough and hard, didn’t I?”
“I don’t even care how stupid you are!” Stolas laughed into a hard, throaty moan as Blitz began to move and Stolas couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “I’m so close darling… S-So fucking close…”
“If I let you.” Blitz threatened, and Stolas’s eyes flashed challenge as his big, strong top was back on scene and Stolas finally knew how to throw his imp if he really needed to.
Or felt so inclined.
“You’re such a good boss.” Stolas singsonged, and Blitz slipped down across his hips as a goofy, silly little smile blossomed across his face.
“You really mean it?” Blitz panted, eyes bright with eager anticipation. “Not just cause I’m gonna let you come about it?”
“Review my performance after our meeting.” Stolas giggled, locking his knees up around Blitz’s back and pulling his little lover closer. “Now move, Blitzy. Work me like your little office toy, Daddy.”
“Oh you’re fuckin’ mean.” Blitz laughed, but immediately did as he was told. “Always did hear the smart ones’ll fuck you up faster.”
“I heard you tell me I could finish!” Stolas countered roughly. “I can’t hold it forever Blitz!”
“Wanna see how much longer?” Blitz teased, his rolling hips and seeking hands totally belying his threats. “I’m good for round two already!”
“Is this any way to treat your favourite secretary?” Stolas complained even as Blitz hitched Stolas’s hips up directly against his own and slammed their bodies flush against each other. “Oh! Oh, I see- You were waiting to deliver my bonus! Such a good boss Blitzy! So good to your employees!”
“Better n’that to my PA.” Blitz shot back absently, his voice higher than it should be, eyes absolutely on fire with focus as he slid both hands up Stolas’s sides and pinned the slender shoulders to the couch with one easy move. “Consider yourself promoted baby. You start work under my desk, in my office in twenty minutes.”
Stolas almost faltered even as he gasped and ground his entire body up into the hard, steady thighs keeping them joined at the waist. “I- Twenty minutes?” he asked without thinking.
Blitz nodded and grinned like a fox at him. “Yeah. ‘Cause that’s how long you take to come down after I-”
And then the fucking bastard did it, and Stolas was seeing stars as the world dropped out from under him. Blitz pulled all the way back, being sure to drag every ridge and curve of that glorious cock down directly against Stolas’s soaked inner walls, then rammed it back home like an oncoming train. He hit every sensitive spot Stolas had, big hands digging those sinful claws into Stolas’s back as Blitz rolled his hips and moved like he could keep this up all night (which he could Stolas thought hazily) and Stolas felt the hot, short breaths against his neck as Blitz mouthed at his collarbone.
“Love you baby bird…” Blitz slurred with his mouth full of Stolas’s chin, and Stolas couldn’t stop himself from wrapping all four limbs around his imp and crushing the hot, heaving body against him with everything he had as stars burst in front of his eyes and Stolas screamed his lover’s name so hard his voice cracked on the ‘I’.
Blitz followed seconds afterwards, keening his prince’s name directly into his favourite spot in Stolas’s chest feathers, and for a minute, the whole damn world blacked out around them as both Stolas and Blitz closed their eyes and panted against each other in the whiplash of their twin finishes.
Stolas lay there with Blitz pinned against his chest, breathing hard, eyes closed for time uncounted. He could feel his heart pounding, his entire body on fire for the imp patiently running soft, careful fingers through his feathers, nosing ever-so-gently at his chest fluff and murmuring soft little comforts Stolas couldn’t quite hear through the fog of overwhelming, well, everything as his body screamed for more touch and his Lucifer-forsaken brain begged for five more minutes in the stillness of afterglow. Just to feel his Blitz there with him, listen to the low rumble of his voice, feel the tickle of Blitz’s exhales through his chest feathers…
“Good lords Blitz…” Stolas whispered finally, still panting with both hands dug roughly into Blitz’s sides as his imp smoothed down feathers and dropped short, sweet kisses against his overheated body. “I fucking love you, do you know that? Truly… I- You’re so perfect, I can’t believe I’m yours darling, I-”
He trailed off abruptly, the sudden obvious feeling of Blitz’s rapidly hardening cock still inside him derailing any thoughts he might have found among the cloudy comedown of their first round and looked down at Blitz still buried in his fluffy chest feathers.
“I knew it.” Stolas smirked like a cat who’d fallen into the cream bucket. “You do like it when I compliment you.”
Blitz shook his head roughly, wriggling against his boyfriend and trying to act like he wasn’t ridiculously turned on by the breathless praise his bird had been lavishing him with seconds prior. “Shut the fuck up, Stols! No I don’t!” Blitz argued unconvincingly. “I’m a fuckin’ top!”
Stolas’s eyes lit with mischief and he loosened one leg to give his Blitz room to maneuver in, but not get away from him entirely. “Mmhm, I know you are.” he purred like silk over glass. “My big strong top, aren’t you Blitzy? My talented, wonderful lover who gives me back my stars every time that delicious cock touches me. The way you feel like pure sin when you’re driving straight through me- The way you know me like no other…”
Blitz squirmed, his dick demanding he do more than warm it up inside the slick little pocket of his prince, and Stolas laughed right in his face about it as Blitz accidentally let out a needy little whimper.
“I promise to be utterly irresponsible with this information, Blitzy.” Stolas teased, leaning forwards so he could kiss the adorable nose in front of him, and Blitz grinned like a wolf at his feral, hungry prince. “Only to use it to get what I want from my big mean Daddy.”
“Oh you better.” Blitz threatened with a flawless roll of his hips into the willing body under him. “Daddy likes a mouthy brat. You know that too.”
“Mm, good boy Blitzy.” Stolas moaned as Blitz began to kiss up the line of his chest and the slow, easy rhythm of Blitz’s thrusts began to tease their second round. “My good boy…”
“You bet your sweet ass, princess.” Blitz growled fiercely, and Stolas felt his vision flash white as his stomach dropped and pure heat raced electric fire up his back. “C’mere and say it again- Who’s your good boy?”
“You are!” Stolas cried enthusiastically into a hot, hungry kiss against the sharp little teeth nipping at the corners of his mouth. “My good boy! Show me how well you manage me, Blitzy! Train me right, Daddy!”
“You’re so fuckin’ hot right now.” Blitz smirked into their next desperate kiss, and that was the end of rational thoughts for Stolas as Blitz began to move in earnest and the whole world narrowed to his imp and nothing else.
~*~*~*~
“Hello?” Via said into Loona’s ear the second the hound picked up her frantic call. “Can you please come get me, or send me a code for the rideshare app? I forgot my wallet at home, but I swear I’ll pay you back!”
Loona frowned as she listened to Via practically begging on the other end of the line and made a face at the weird call in the middle of the afternoon. “What the fuck do you mean?” she demanded irritably. “Just go home- Blitz and your dad should-”
“Please!” Via cried desperately. “I’m trapped in the stairwell and I can still hear them! Please Loona- Come fucking get me or at least let me come out to you!”
Somewhere in the distant background of the call, Loona heard Blitz’s loudass voice yelling Call me Buttercup baby! Fuck yeah I’m a good horse!, and so many questions she had no intention of ever asking clicked Via’s panicked voice into place for her.
“I’m sending you twenty bucks and the address.” Loona said without further argument. “Go wait downstairs. You’re partying with us tonight until I forget what I just heard.”
Via giggled as she started running down the ancient apartment stairs two at a time. “My dad’s going to be so pissed, you know. You know he still thinks I’m three.”
“Good.” Loona growled like a challenge. “He can explain to me why his pwecious baby dawter came home to him fucking my dad so nasty the whole damn block’s probably getting an earful. See how pissed he is then.”
Via felt her entire face splitting into a wide, conspiratorial grin as she hailed the rideshare Loona had preordered for her and got into the back seat.
“You know I wasn’t sure about this whole ‘blended family’ thing at first, but I think I’m okay having a sister like you.” she said with the smile bright in her words. “Fucking disgusting how in love they are.”
“Gross ass newlyweds.” Loona agreed, then changed subject abruptly. “Nevermind them ruining the only couch we have back home- Tell me about your day downtown without our stupid dads trying to buy you ruffles and textbooks! Did you see Fuck You I’m Fine at the free mall concert?”
Via squealed enthusiastically and tried not to freak out the driver by flailing her arms. "Oh my god, yes! They played Barbed Wire Hearts and everything! I-"
The sound of Octavia excitedly recounting her day at the mall and wandering downtown for the first time all on her own filled the car as it sped down the Imp City streets towards Gluttony, and somewhere back in the tiny shoebox apartment four bodies now called home, the two who seemed to take up the most space by virtue of having a bedroom in the main living area of it ignored every bang on the ceiling, every fist pounding at their front door and many, many calls from the landlord getting an earful from a whole fucking apartment complex as Stolas let every wild stripe of his freak flag fly and Blitz kept up without missing a beat.
A whole lotta people were about to learn way too much about horses and roleplays they hadn't consented to be part of, but that was the risk you ran renting in Imp City.
Some horny owl and his somehow even more shameless imp could move in downstairs, and you just had to learn to stuff toilet paper in your ears and hope for the best. Or leave, but Via was the one with the life-saving big sister saved in her contacts as 'Badass Wolf Sib'. Everyone else would just have to find their own ways to cope.
~The End