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“I want you to wear that new skirt.” Blitzø’s voice was low, teasing. “That tight black one you wore last week just to give me a fuckin’ boner at the office.”
Stolas raised a brow, feigning innocence. “I wore it because I thought it was stylish office attire. It’s more than an appropriate length. I didn’t realize it would be such a… distraction for you.”
Blitzø snorted. “It’s cute when you play dumb. I know you looked in the mirror and saw how good your sexy hips look squeezed into that tight little skirt. You knew exactly what the fuck you were doing, Stols.”
Stolas’ blush deepened, a flustered giggle escaping him—soft little hoots that made Blitzø’s chest clench, heart fluttering.
Seeing Stolas happy—watching him smile and laugh—made the tightness in Blitzø’s chest intensify. It was proof that he could genuinely make him happy, that he could avoid messing things up for everyone he loved. At least, he hadn’t fucked up yet, and he clung to the hope that, somehow, he could keep it that way.
“Yeah, see? You knew you were being a little tease.” Blitzø pulled him in for a kiss, wishing they could just spend the whole day here together like this.
Blitzø watched him get dressed in that black pencil skirt and a red button up blouse, unbuttoned just enough to let his fluffy chest plumage peek through. Blitzø was gonna be too distracted thinking about him all day. Thank Satan the few hits they had scheduled this morning were gonna be easy enough that he could afford to have his mind be somewhere else.
They did try to keep things professional at the office, most of the time. But Blitzø didn’t see anything wrong with having a little fun at work sometimes. Sure, there would be a the annoyed eyerolls from Moxx, but they kept it all confined to Blitzø’s office. Well, mostly. Nobody else needed to know that his bird was sitting at that desk, stuffed full of cum.
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It was about halfway through the day and Blitzø couldn’t stop thinking about Stolas at that desk, still plugged full of his cum. Keeping it nice and warm inside that tight little hole. Sitting all pretty in that tight skirt—crossing his legs, shifting in his seat, thighs squeezing together while stuffed full. It was hard to focus on anything else.
They finished up the last hit, Blitzø opened a portal for everyone, stepping back into the office—eyes immediately locking onto Stolas.
Sitting there, looking through paperwork while casually playing with his pen between those slender talons. Then Stolas glanced up and smiled. Soft. Sweet. Just for him.
Blitzø’s chest ached. Fucking hell.
Blitzø strode forward, planting his hands on the desk. Stolas was already blushing from the way he looked at him. The way he shifted his thighs made Blitzø’s dick twitch, his pants suddenly feeling too damn tight.
“Hey, Stolas,” Blitzø said, voice low, teasing. “Did you manage to finish all that paperwork for me?” He leaned in slightly, smirking. “Or were you too distracted?”
Stolas’ blush deepened. “Ah, yes! I mean—no! I wasn’t distracted. I did finish most of it, but there are a few sections I need you to review, fill in, and sign.”
“Well, guess I need to see you in my office then,” Blitzø said. “So we can go over these very important files.”
“Ah, yes, of course,” Stolas replied, standing quickly, smoothing down his skirt and gathering the folder as he tried to compose himself.
Blitzø turned to the others before stepping into his office. “Great job today, everyone. Everything went smooth enough that we wrapped up early. You’re still paid for the whole day, but you can all head out now if ya want—while Stolas stays late with me to help finish up this very important paperwork.”
Moxxie rolled his eyes at the last part. “Alright, sir. See you tomorrow then.”
Millie smiled and held back a giggle. “Okay B, see ya later!”
“Whatever, can you open me a shortcut home?” Loona asked.
“Sure thing, sweetie” Blitzø replied sweetly, rubbing the crystal to open a portal for Loona while holding the office door open for Stolas. “Love you, we’ll be home in time to make dinner.” He then closed and locked the door behind them.
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“I’m not sure that was a very convincing excuse. Certainly, they know what we’re up to.” Stolas let out another one of those cute hoots that always made Blitzø’s chest ache in the best way.
Blitzø’s voice softened. “I love how pretty you are when you laugh.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, and the sudden flush of warmth in his face made him want to vanish. Why did they both still act like schoolgirls over shit like this? Blitzø hated how nervous he still got to say things like this.
Stolas’ eyes widened, his blush deepening, too smitten to respond. Blitzø quickly coiled his tail around Stolas’ waist, yanked him close, and tugged at his shirt to pull him into a heated kiss.
At the same moment, he grabbed the folder from Stolas’ hands and casually tossed it to the floor, sending papers cascading everywhere
Stolas let out a soft squawk. “Careful! I had that all organized.”
Blitzø just grinned. “I’ll worry about it later. Shoulda left that shit on your desk.”
Stolas huffed, but there was amusement dancing in his eyes. “You did ask me to review the files. I thought I should properly commit to playing along, especially considering it is important for you to actually review and sign these.”
Blitzø smirked, grabbing his hips and tugging him closer. “I got more important things to review first.”
His voice dropped, command slipping in. “Up on the desk. Facing the chair.”
Stolas obeyed without hesitation, perching himself up onto the desk.
Blitzø climbed to stand on the chair, pushing Stolas onto his back—rolling that skirt up, tearing those panties off—squeezing his thick thighs before spreading them apart.
Fuck. There it was. That perfect little plug, snug and stretched inside his tight cloaca.
Blitzø gripped Stolas’ thighs, keeping him open. His tail curled around one, keeping him still.
Blitzø smirked, fingers teasing along the soft, matted-down feathers between Stolas’ thighs. “Such a good bird,” he purred. “Sitting here all day, just like this. Keeping me inside you.”
Stolas shuddered, breath hitching at the words. His scent—hot, needy, desperate—was making Blitzø’s head spin. He needed to taste him, taste all that built-up arousal, but not yet.
“I wanna taste you now,” Blitzø murmured, trailing a hand up his thigh. “But we’re gonna wait a little longer.”
Stolas whined in protest, pulling him down into a kiss—deep, messy, full of need. “I’ve been so good for you. Waiting all day.” His thumb stroked gently along Blitzø’s cheek. “Please.”
“Yeah, you have been good,” Blitzø admitted. “Keeping my cum nice and warm for me.” He leaned in, voice dropping lower, teasing. “I think you should keep my cock warm for a little bit too.”
Stolas gasped, his hands clutching tighter at Blitzø’s waist. “Blitzø, please, I need you so badly.”
Stolas was always desperate for him, but seeing him like this was something else. The look in his eyes was needier than anything he’d seen.
“Hold on” Blitzø murmured, casually stepping away to retrieve the folder he’d tossed earlier. He gathered up the scattered papers, flipping through them briefly before shooting Stolas a smirk. “You said I needed to review and sign these, right? How ‘bout you sit there on your knees, keepin’ me nice and warm with that pretty mouth of yours while I do?” His grin widened at the way Stolas’ eyes lit up. “Be a good boy for me, and I’ll finally eat you out like you’ve been thinkin’ about all day.”
Stolas whimpered, nodding eagerly.
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Blitzø dropped into his chair, unzipping his pants to free his already hard cock. “Don’t suck me off,” he warned, voice firm but teasing. “Just keep it in your mouth while I work.”
Stolas knelt before him without hesitation, beak parting as he took Blitzø’s length into his mouth. The heat of it, the slick warmth of his tongue resting beneath him, sent a jolt of pleasure up Blitzø’s spine. Stolas whimpered softly, as if just the act of holding him there turned him on unbearably.
Blitzø twitched, feeling the slow, instinctive movement of Stolas’ tongue against his length. He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening in his bird’s soft feathers in warning.
“Just keep it in your mouth, Stolas,” he murmured, voice low and firm. “You can be a good boy for me. You can do this.”
Stolas stilled immediately, though Blitzø could feel the way his breath quickened around him, how his body trembled slightly with the effort of holding back. But after a few moments, he settled. The tension eased from his body, and he simply held him in his mouth, exactly as he was told.
Blitzø sighed contentedly, his grip softening. His fingers soothed over Stolas’ feathers, petting him gently, keeping him grounded.
“You comfy?” Blitzø asked softly, earning a small nod in return.
“Good boy,” Blitzø praised. “I’ll be done soon.”
His cock softened from the lack of stimulation, resting comfortably in the warm, wet heat of Stolas’ mouth. Strangely, it made it easier to concentrate—pen in one hand, the other absentmindedly stroking those soft head feathers.
He turned his attention to the paperwork—he hadn’t read most of it, Stolas said it was something about renewing the lease on the office. He knew he needed to get this shit signed and mailed off, or it’d be a whole pain in the ass for everyone.
Despite how needy he’d been minutes ago, Stolas was so calm now. So still. So obedient. His submission was intoxicating, making it harder and harder to keep his mind on the papers in front of him.
Blitzø finally flipped to the last page. But fuck, that concentration wasn’t lasting forever. His thoughts were starting to slip.
He could see it so clearly—pulling that plug out, spreading Stolas open, making him feel just how good he’d been all day. Devouring him until he was moaning, squawking, in tears. Blitzø flicked his tongue and could already smell every drop of heat and arousal that had built up inside him.
He swallowed hard, scrawling the last signature onto the page. He placed the papers back in the folder, and tucked it into the desk drawer—because it would be on the floor within seconds if he left it on the desk.
Then, he placed both hands on Stolas’ flushed cheeks, tilting his face up.
“So pretty for me,” he murmured. “Get back up on the desk.”
Stolas obeyed immediately. Blitzø groaned as he pulled back, his cock slipping free from that perfect heat, the sudden chill of the air making him shudder.
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Stolas lay on his back atop the desk, legs spread wide and so fucking eager.
Blitzø slid his hands along Stolas’ plush thighs, using his tail to hold one apart even further. He delicately traced a finger around the rim of the plug that stretched Stolas’ cloaca, surrounded by damp, downy feathers.
The sexual tension between them was thick—both burning with the desire for Blitzø to remove that plug and devour him completely.
Blitzø was desperate to taste all that built-up arousal, still warm and mixed with his own, that he’d filled him with earlier.
Stolas, equally desperate, longed for Blitzø to eagerly take in his release, to feel the orgasm he’d been waiting for all day. His mind was clouded by overwhelming hormones—so needy for Blitzø that every second without release was unbearable.
“Please, Blitzø, I can’t,” Stolas whimpered, nearly in tears from the struggle to hold back any longer. Blitzø wanted to watch him squirm and beg for him some more, but he knew his bird deserved to finally get off.
“Yes, birdie. No more teasing—I'm gonna make you feel so good right now,” Blitzø assured him in that low, calming tone that made Stolas shudder with anticipation.
With careful precision, Blitzø pulled the plug out, his cock twitching at the slight resistance as he felt how tightly Stolas’ cloaca clenched around it. Without hesitating, he dove right in, determined not to let a drop escape.
Blitzø moaned against him, and fuck, the jolt of arousal that shot through him was almost unbearable. Fucking Satan, that heady, sweet taste—he couldn’t get enough.
He eagerly lapped up every drop as Stolas unraveled instantly. Squawking, moaning, babbling out half-coherent praises, too overcome to form proper words. He was squirming, shaking, pulling at Blitzø’s horns, trying to force him deeper.
His fingers joined his tongue, working inside, feeling those tight, clenching walls. Fuck, he needed to be inside him—needed to feel that heat around his cock. But damn, he wasn’t ready to give up this taste, not yet. It was too addicting.
He pulled his fingers out, focusing his mouth where he knew Stolas was most sensitive, teasing every nerve, working his birdie right up to the edge.
Blitzø was drunk on it—on the taste, on the sounds, on the way Stolas fell apart beneath him. One hand slipped down to his cock, stroking himself as he devoured his bird.
His thick thighs clamped tight around Blitzø’s head, talons curling as his entire body arched with the force of his release. His grip on Blitzø’s horns was unrelenting, holding him in place, forcing him deeper as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Blitzø moaned against him, the taste of him, the heat of Stolas’ orgasm, the trembling of his body, the sounds spilling from his beak—fuck, it was too much. His own arousal surged dangerously close to the edge. He tore his hand away from his cock, sucking in a sharp breath against Stolas’ shaking form.
Not yet.
Not until he was buried deep inside that desperate, aching heat.
Blitzø climbed on top of Stolas, positioned himself so that the head of his cock was rubbing against his sensitive entrance. He’d given Stolas no time to recover from his first intense orgasm, but Blitzø needed him so badly that he couldn’t wait any longer.
With a desperate thrust, he buried himself inside, moaning as Stolas’ cloaca clenched around him, hot and impossibly tight, gripping him so fucking perfectly.
“Oh, fuck,” Blitzø gasped, his hands gripping Stolas’ hips. “You feel so fucking good.”
Stolas whimpered, back arching. “I need you to pump me full again, please. I need more.” he begged.
Blitzø shuddered at the plea, thrusting harder, deeper. “I know.” he murmured. “I’m gonna fill my pretty bird up, don’t worry.”
Stolas kept pleading, his voice raw with desperation, gripping onto Blitzø as he thrust into him.
Blitzø wanted to make this last, to take his time and savor the way Stolas fell apart beneath him—but fuck, he wasn’t going to last. The heat coiling deep in his core was building too fast, tightening with every thrust.
He picked up the pace, driving into him as hard and deep as he could. Every whimper, every desperate squawk, every flushed expression sent another jolt of pleasure through him. Stolas was a fucking beautiful sight to see, a writhing, overwhelmed mess beneath him, panting out endless praises of how good he felt.
Stolas grabbed the spade of his tail and placed the tip into his mouth, suckling on it and gently nipping with his beak. He knew doing this would send Blitzø over the edge when he was so close, and he was right.
"Oh fuck—" Blitzø choked out, the rush of heat tipping over into pure, overwhelming pleasure. “I’m gonna—fuck—”
His vision blurred as his climax rushed over him, his whole body trembling as he buried himself deep and spilled inside. He could feel how tightly Stolas clenched around him, and then—Satan—Stolas was coming again too, squeezing around him, milking every last drop. Trembling as beautiful sounds spilled from his beak.
They stayed like that, still moving, still grinding against each other, riding out the last waves of pleasure, watching each other. Both breathless, both undone, completely wrapped up in how fucking good they felt—how beautiful they looked to each other in this moment of bliss.
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Blitzø eventually pulled out and collapsed onto Stolas, their combined mess leaking from the owl’s cloaca onto the desk. They just lay there, tangled up, catching their breath in the heavy, satisfied silence. Stolas idly stroked his horns, slow and soothing, and Blitzø felt himself melting into the touch.
"You know," Blitzø murmured playfully, face buried in the plush warmth of Stolas’ chest plumage, "it was a hell of a lot easier to concentrate on work with you keeping me warm. Might have to promote you to my personal assistant—and keep you in here all the time."
Stolas let out softest little hoots, and fuck—he was so damn cute.
“Does this promotion come with a pay increase?” he teased.
Blitzø grinned, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he shifted up to kiss him. "I’d definitely find some ways to pay you extra for all your hard work," he purred before deepening the kiss, slow and indulgent.
When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled back into Stolas’ fluff, completely unwilling to move.
They lay there for a while, talking and joking, making each other smile and giggle. Sharing kisses and soft touches, basking in the warmth of each other until, eventually, they made the reluctant decision to get up, get dressed, and head home to make dinner for Loona.
Blitzø still had a hard time believing he deserved this—deserved him. Maybe he never really would. But seeing Stolas smile, hearing him laugh, knowing he was the reason behind it—that made his heart feel happier than he ever thought possible.
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