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BLITZØ
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After all this time having poked fun at Stolas for being a needy bitch, Blitzø couldn't deny that in that moment, he was absolutely a needy fucking bitch. And it didn't feel bad. In fact, every time he started feeling ashamed of it, that feeling got sucked into a red hot vortex and came out as arousal in a relentless feedback loop of horniness. It was exhausting and amazing and fuck he needed a dick in him yesterday.
“Blitzø…”
He looked over his shoulder at Stolas, his need radiated off of him like a radioactive bomb ticking down to detonation. Even though he was looking at his own body, it was so painfully obviously Stolas. The posture, the way his tail moved in slow, deliberate curves behind him, the look in his eyes, it was undoubtedly the demon prince in that body, not the cocksure imp with abandonment issues that previously inhabited it.
But then there was the obvious tent in Stolas’ pants. And it needed to be no longer in those pants and in Blitzø’s aching cloaca.
Blitzø hurled himself off the bed, his too-long limbs getting tangled in the process and earning him a faceful of carpet that he didn't even want to think about taking a blacklight to. It didn't deter him for a second. He scrambled to Stolas and knelt in front of him, which had the odd effect of putting him at eye-level, and began taking off his pants.
“Blitzø, are you certain this is what you-”
“I'm sure, I'm so fucking sure, just help me with these buttons, it's really fucking hard with these long-ass royal fingers of yours and I'm this close to ripping them off with my fucking beak-”
Stolas’ fingers slipped under Blitzø's chin and tilted his face back up to meet his gaze. Wide-eyed and panting, Stolas merely tipped his head an inch to the side with a slight mischievous smile that sent erotic shivers down Blitzø's avian frame straight to his slender cock.
“Say ‘please’.”
Every inch of Blitzø's birdy body tingled with arousal as a shuddering moan escaped his lips. “F-for fuck’s sake, you… You want me to fucking beg?” Blitzø tried to summon even an ounce of his usual top energy, but his body betrayed him at every turn. His voice came out bratty at best, more begging than challenging.
Stolas, that fucker, just smiled a little wider. His tail flicked behind him like a hellcat in position to pounce. “And what if I do, Blitzø? Would you beg for me?”
Blitzø started fucking with Stolas’ pants again rather than dignifying him with an answer. Stolas snatched up one of his wrists, and though Blitzø could have easily wretched it free, he simply froze in his grasp.
“Always so impatient.” Stolas chuckled in amusement, stroking Blitzø's cheek with his free hand. “I know that ache you're feeling inside better than anyone else. It yearns to be filled, to be used.” His finger drifted down Blitzø's jaw, over the tender feathers at his neck, then grasped him carefully but firmly by the feathers at the back of his head.
“I'll give you what you need, Blitzø… Everything you're craving. I just need you to do one thing.”
Blitzø's mind reeled, the room seemed to spin, as if everything in the universe had begun to orbit around Stolas and Stolas alone.
“What?” Blitzø panted out.
Stolas’ smile turned his eyes into crescent moons, and Blitzø floated untethered, lost in their gravity. His hungry hole pulsed and still ached for him, but those eyes, that smile… Nothing mattered more than whatever he was going to say next.
Stolas leaned in until his lips were right beside Blitzø’s ear cavities. His voice came out soft and low, with deep vibrations that shook him to his core and made every one of his feathers shiver with need.
“I need you to trust me.”
Blitzø swallowed and broke free from his paralysis just enough to put his hands on Stolas’ arms, clutching him like a life raft in a hurricane. His throat tightened as he nodded, realizing that every word he spoke was absolute truth the moment it left his lips.
“I trust you.”
Stolas let out a pleased little hum and unceremoniously scooped Blitzø up over his shoulder like he was nothing. Blitzø remembered carrying him when they were in their own bodies, he knew logically how light Stolas’ stupid bird bones made him, but being scooped so easily stunned him to silence. The feeling was more embarrassing and arousing than he would ever admit. In moments, he was airborne and bounced gently onto the bed as he heard a shuffle of fabric, then the sound of clothing hitting the floor.
Blitzø rolled onto his back so he could see what was happening, far too antsy to just lay there waiting. Stolas stood there in only his boxers, he gave Blitzø a wry smile and quirked a brow. “Feeling impatient, are we?”
“No, I mean, yeah, but it's not- I'm just-” Blitzø huffed. “Are you gonna dick me down or not?”
“Of course. But this is a rare opportunity to gain a new perspective on so very many things, there's no need to rush through it.”
“Sure there is. The reason is: I'm fucking horny.” Blitzø turned around to face him, crawling towards him on his hands and knees on the bed with as much seduction as he could muster. He groped the bulging cock he knew oh-so-well that tented Stolas’ boxers. “And that bulge right there doesn't lie, so let's just do the nasty and trash this bougie-ass fuck-nest.”
Stolas thrust his hips eagerly into Blitzø's touch at first, letting out a low moan as he braced himself with one hand on Blitzø's shoulder.
Blitzø grinned, lurching forwards to lick a firm stripe over his boxers, tracing over the outline of his cock. “Come on… We both want it.”
Stolas bit his lip and panted softly. Finally, he took a step back and started to peel off the boxers. His impressive cock bounced free, standing at attention at the juncture of his hips as his tail flicked back and forth behind him. “Mmm… Indeed we do. But I find it quite thrilling to be the one setting the pace, for once.”
Stolas walked over to the bedside dresser and peeked into its drawers, palming his cock with curiosity as he did.
Blitzø watched and scowled, but his ruffled feathers and quivering leaky cock betrayed just how hot he got at the idea of not being in control. It didn't mean he was going to make it easy on Stolas, though.
Stolas smiled as he pulled something out of the drawer and turned to Blitzø with a pleased smile. He held up a silky red blindfold and twirled it on one finger.
“Choose a safeword, Blitzø.”