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Stolas pouted, folding his arms in front of his chest and glaring at his boyfriend. Blitzø was currently stood up on the bed, improvising a victory dance made up mainly of wiggling his ass in the owl’s face.
“Fine, I suppose you win.”
“Hell yeah I do. Now I get to choose whatever the fuck I want in bed.” Blitzø sat down, cross-legged on the sheets with a wide smirk across his features.
“Go on then, what episode of college ponies gone wild are we recreating this time?” Stolas put on a tone of exasperation, rolling his eyes dramatically. Though Blitzø knew full well that Stolas had thoroughly enjoyed the last sixteen times they’d role played as various hellpony characters.
But the imp did not race into a rehearsed, over-fantasised equine-related scene as he usually did. He instead looked shy, fidgeting with the soft down on Stolas’s thigh, a dark blush forming on each cheek.
“I don’t wanna get you all mad at me, but er…” He began, twirling the feathers between his claws. Stolas nodded, only patient and encouraging. “Remember when we went top-side when Via ran off? Well your um…your human disguise was pretty…well, pretty?”
Stolas thought back to that day, the way Blitzø had stared at the reveal of his human form. The subtle lift of his spines that he now knew so well, that he recognised as pure arousal.
“Oh?” He smiled, tracing Blitzø’s jaw with one talon. “That sounds…intriguing. When would you want to explore that?”
“How about right fucking now?” Blitzø blurted out, pulling off his shirt and immediately following with his trousers.
Stolas chuckled, Blitzø’s clear overexcitement stirring something hot in his gut. With a wave of one hand, his feathers disappeared, slowly becoming pale, milky skin. His top set of eyes melting into his forehead, knees and feet shrinking significantly.
Blitzø stared, mouth hanging open as Stolas became human once again. Every single fucking spike pricked up at the sight.
“Oh darling, you are excited aren’t you?” Stolas drawled, crawling forwards on all fours until leering only inches from the imp’s face. Blitzø appeared overwhelmed, eyes darting up and down Stolas’s new body, hungrily absorbing every inch of his form.
He nodded furiously, reaching out one hand and placing it on Stolas’s cheek, stroking the soft skin with his rough fingers.
“What would you like to do with me, Blitzø?”
Blitzø thought, brow furrowing as he continued to feel the texture of Stolas’s face.
“I wanna see what your mouth’s like with lips, how wet it is inside, how your new tongue feels.” He whispered, breaths already approaching a steady panting.
Stolas smiled sweetly, leaning back and sitting on his thighs, head tilted forwards. He opened his new mouth, letting his tongue sit out on his bottom lip, a pretty display for his imp.
Blitzø’s eyes widened, pausing to simply gaze at the sight before him. As he came back to himself, he hastily ripped his boxers off, cock practically pointing upwards at the exact location he planned to shove it in the next five seconds.
“I’m ready for you Blitzy. Use my mouth, fuck my new, soft face as hard as you like.” Stolas spoke dreamily, closing his eyes as Blitzø grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it so the head touched the tip of Stolas’s wet tongue.
They both moaned out at the contact, Blitzø pushing his cock forwards, the head disappearing behind Stolas’s plump lips. The imp groaned, feeding Stolas inch by inch until almost all of his cock was buried in his mouth, hands moving to hold the sides of his smooth, squishy face.
“Fucking Satan, you’re hot like this.” Blitzø forced out, finally rocking his hips, eyes rolling back in his head as he watched Stolas whimper around his length. “Your mouth can barely fit my dick anymore, I still have a couple inches out here.” He grinned, chuckling as Stolas pawed at his thighs, communicating for Blitzø to force-feed him the last few remaining inches of his cock.
“That’s it Stols, can you take-” But then Stolas was vibrating, a desperate noise coming from the back of his throat. Blitzø pulled off slightly, and Stolas coughed, wheezing.
“That’s certainly never happened before.” He giggled, then had to clear his throat again.
“I forgot you’d have a fucking gag reflex like this, fuck.” Blitzø moaned, waiting for Stolas’s intakes of breath to return to a more regular sound before he shoved his cock back in his mouth, fucking his face now.
Stolas gagged around him, but gripped Blitzø’s thigh tightly, willing him to continue. The noises Stolas made as he choked on his dick were like fucking crack to Blitzø’s brain, waves of pleasure radiating from the warmth of Stolas’s mouth, building in his belly.
“Fuck yeah Stolas, hold still for me. Blitzø growled out, voice low and gravelly as he pulled off slightly. Stolas initially pouted as he watched Blitzø fist his own length, before cottoning on and displaying his wet tongue again, mouth outstretched.
Blitzø came with a needy cry, cum covering the pink tongue and lips with pearly white, Stolas moaning out at the taste of it. He lapped at his own lips when Blitzø had finished, using one pale finger to wipe up the streams of cum remaining on his cheeks.