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Blitzø and Stolas had fallen into a routine of usually going out to dinner together once a week, taking turns picking new places to try out. Tonight they had gone out to Gluttony because Blitzø wanted to show Stolas a cute diner that was famous for their rat burgers.
The diner was decorated in mostly pastel pinks and purples. The decor on the walls were cutely drawn desserts. Cupcakes, ice cream, donuts and other treats drawn in assorted pastel colors. It was a very charming and relaxing atmosphere. It was a slow night, there were only a few other demons in there.
"This is delightful. " Stolas said, finishing the last bite of his rat burger. It was served on a pretzel bun, topped with veggies and a sauce that struck a perfect balance of sweet and tangy. “You never told me — how did you find this place?”
“Years ago there used to be these big parties that I'd sometimes come down here to go to. I always ended up coming here after. The food was the fucking best after a night of rolling balls. I remembered these rat burgers, knew you'd like it." Blitzø said, having already finished his burger and now devouring the rest of his massive plate of cheese fries drenched in hot sauce.
“It’s quite delectable,” Stolas said, using a napkin to neatly wipe his beak. “I’d very much love to come back. Tell me, what was that like? I imagine it must be fun. Goetia parties were all I ever got to experience and… well you've crashed one, you've seen what that was like. Stuck-up and boring. And alcohol is the only substance considered socially acceptable, so I never got the chance to um, experiment with much else."
Blitzø licked the cheese off his fingers as he ate the last bite of fries. "There's way too much fun shit you never got to do, we need to make a list."
"A list?"
“Yeah. A long ass list of everything I gotta take you to do for the first time.”
"I look forward to it, I love all the new things I get to experience with you." Stolas said, smiling sweetly — enjoying the blush that crept onto Blitzø's cheeks.
The waitress dropped off the check, which Blitzø paid along with a tip before they headed out.
“You still didn't answer — what was it like?” Stolas asked once they were on their way home. “I’ve always been curious. I’ve read quite a few romance stories where the characters do ecstasy, and I wondered if it really feels the way it’s described in books.”
“It feels pretty fucking great. Everything just feels good, you’re happy as hell, all sappy and shit. The best part, though? Sex on it feels amazing. It’s a whole other level.” He smirked. “You wanna try it — see how incredible my dick would feel on it?"
"I must admit," Stolas said, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I am tempted."
“I think you’d have fun, birdie. It's worth trying at least once. We could dress you up cute, take you out, let you get high and melt your brain a little bit. Stare at some pretty lights and dance with me. You’d enjoy yourself.” Blitzø laced their fingers together, his tail wagging as they walked.
“It’s been years since I’ve done it, but it’s fun. Kinda nice, getting lost in the lights and colors with the bass loud enough to feel it in your chest.”
"Is it easy for you to acquire it?"
“Yeah, I still know how to get hooked up with the good shit. None of that the garbage from Earth that shady fuckers try to pass off as pure Hell ecstasy — the Earth shit won’t do a damn thing for hellborn. But they’ll still scam naive demons who don't know the difference.”
Stolas stayed quiet, content to listen as Blitzø rambled the rest of the way home. Telling him stories about past experiences at wild parties when he was younger. He loved these moments — when Blitzø’s guard was down, when he just… talked freely. Stolas loved nothing more than seeing all the little parts of Blitzø.
Stolas really did want to do this. Alcohol and cannabis are the only things he had ever done. Alcohol being something he no longer tried to touch and cannabis being something he enjoyed quite a bit and was happy Blitzø introduced him to it. But he’d long been curious about other experiences too.
He knew Blitzø got to have all those wild experiences when he was younger — but Stolas wanted to know what it was like too. At least try things once, especially having the perfect person to share these experiences with.
By now, he had completely overcome his dependence on alcohol. He no longer feared that trying something new might drag him back into addiction. He trusted his own control. And it was all thanks to Blitzø's refusal to ever give up on him. Stolas truly owed everything to him. He wasn’t sure he would have survived without someone who cares for him so deeply.
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One of Blitzø's old party friends that got the drugs for him had told him about a big party going on in Pride the next night. So, they decided to go since it wasn't too far from home.
Stolas felt both so excited and nervous for Blitzø to take him out to a rave.
“Well, if we’re gonna go out and party, we need to find something extra cute for you to wear, huh?”
"I will most certainly need your help, I am… a bit lost on how to appropriately dress for something like this." Stolas admitted nervously, fidgeting with his hands.
"Don't worry, we'll doll you up nice and pretty. My big bird is gonna look hot as fuck." Blitzø assured him.
After going through the closet, they settled on dressing him in a short black skirt paired with black crop top that had a large, heart-shaped cutout across the chest — leaving plenty of room for his chest plumage to spill out. The skirt was quite short and hugged his hips and thighs like it was painted on.
"Fucking perfect." Blitzø said in a low voice, his tail wagging as his eyes devoured him
Stolas stood in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel confident about how well the skirt showed off his hips and ass. With his midsection bare and his chest feathers free, he knew exactly how hot he looked — and exactly how much Blitzø loved it.
Blitzø came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Stolas and squeezing his thighs lovingly.
"So fucking sexy, Stols. Now come over here and let me do your makeup."
Stolas laid down on the bed while Blitzø straddled his hips, tongue hanging out slightly in concentration as he did his eyeliner with practiced precision.
Stolas let his hands wander up Blitzø’s thighs, playfully squeezing his ass while keeping his eyes closed. Blitzø, though tempted, stayed laser focused on his work.
It was quite relaxing for Stolas to lie there as Blitzø's gentle hands delicately worked on his makeup. When Blitzø finally added the last touches of smokey shadow, he leaned back to admire his work.
“There we go, my baby bird looks so fucking hot.”
When Stolas got up to check the mirror again, he had to admit — he did look hot. He often dressed up in outfits like this for Blitzø, but he’d never worn something this revealing out in public. Still, he felt a rush of excitement. It was freeing — expressing himself however he wanted, unshackled from Goetia expectations. Blitzø had taught him so many things, but one of the most important was assuring him that it was okay to freely be himself.
His body had changed, too. He didn't think he could ever look this good. His hips and thighs had filled out now that he was eating regularly again, thanks to Blitzø’s insistence. His feathers were fuller and softer than ever. He looked and felt so much healthier. Taking his meds regularly and no longer drinking. He didn't think it was possibly to be this happy. He never thought he could have a life like this.
Being forced to live as a commoner was meant to be punishment. But instead, it had only been a blessing. Living with Blitzø opened his eyes in ways magic and the Grimoire never could.
After admiring his own reflection, Stolas finally turned his attention to Blitzø’s outfit — letting his eyes eagerly drink him in. He was wearing a loose fishnet crop top that made it impossible for Stolas not to stare at his chest and abs. Black ripped jeans clung so tightly they left nothing to the imagination, hugging his ass perfectly. His dramatic eyeliner made his golden eyes pop. He looked so stunning.
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"You're gonna take this and it should kick in by the time we get there." Blitzø said, pulling a small black pouch out of his pocket.
"If shit feels too loud, or too intense or just too much — tell me, and we can go home, okay?" Blitzø said, taking out a small, round pill and placing it into Stolas' palm.
Stolas nodded, slipping it onto his tongue and washing it down with a sip of water.
"This is about you feeling good and having fun. If there’s anything you’re not enjoying — you tell me, okay?" Blitzø leaned in close, brushing a kiss against his cheek.
"You're always far too sweet to me, dearest," Stolas murmured, tugging him back for a proper kiss.
"Just making sure my baby bird has a good night, that’s all."
"This is just as much about you having a good time too, you know," Stolas replied softly. A bit of nervousness lingered in his chest. Blitzø had done things like this before — he knew he liked it. But this was uncharted for Stolas, and he worried the his own anxiety might spoil it if he didn't end up enjoying it. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Blitzø’s night.
"I’ll have a good time just being with you," Blitzø assured him.
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Stolas held Blitzø’s hand as they went through the entrance of the building that looked abandoned from the outside. They entered into a long, dark, narrow corridor. The deeper they walked, the stronger the vibrations of the bass felt coming through the walls, until it was almost thrumming in his chest.
The hallway lead to a massive room filled with a sea of bodies and flashing lights.
The crowd was mostly imps but mixed in were other demons, most of the crowd lost in dancing — either alone or grinding up against a partner. Faces illuminated by glowsticks and LED toys. Painted horns and body parts glowed under the blacklights. There was a lot to take in, so much happening all around him.
The pounding speakers up front were a bit loud for Stolas' sensitive hearing. Blitzø was so attuned to him that he seemed to already be taking that into consideration — leading him toward the back wall where the noise was most bearable and the dense crowd of bodies thinned out.
At the very back, a waist-high metal railing lined the wall. Blitzø hopped up onto it with the easy grace of someone who’d done this a thousand times, brushing aside a few abandoned beer cups with a kick. He stretched out his hand to Stolas, grinning.
"At least there’s something I can stand on to dance with you properly," he said.
They were pressed so close together, letting their hands roam each other’s bodies while moving to the hypnotic rhythm of the music. Stolas definitely felt very warm, and with every passing moment he felt his high gradually becoming more intense. Blitzø’s warm body pressing against him and the way his skin felt softer than ever was intoxicating. He just wanted to keep feeling Blitzø’s fingers running through his feathers, and the electrifying trail they left behind.
Blitzø pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues tangled, familiar yet utterly new — the same motions, the same hunger, but intensified until it was almost overwhelming. The world blurred, the crowd, the lights, the music — all of it melted away until there was only them.
Blitzø’s tail curled around Stolas’ leg, the spade slipping under his skirt to deliver a sharp smack to his ass
Stolas moaned into the kiss, his hands growing greedier, slipping under Blitzø’s fishnet top to roam his toned torso. His talons traced each hard line of muscle, drinking in the sensation. It felt so fucking good to touch him — better than he ever imagined. The drugs were definitely starting to kick in now, each touch amplified until it left him gasping.
They got lost in it for what felt like forever — just touching, grinding, moving against each other in slow, sensual rhythm. Words weren’t necessary; it was enough to revel in how good their bodies felt together, heightened senses making every touch feel electric.
Even his normally dull sense of smell had sharpened. For the first time, he could really breathe Blitzø in — the musk of his sweat mingling with gunpowder and the faint spice of clove and cinnamon soap, and beneath it all, that raw, unmistakable scent that was simply him. The inhale left him dizzy, his whole body tightening with arousal when he kissed him deeper, flooded with that intoxicating smell. Was this what Blitzø felt all the time? If so, he couldn’t begin to imagine how overwhelming it must be for him now because Blitzø seemed just as undone — his senses feeling just as overwhelmed.
They stayed lost in each other, melting together as they moved along with the rhythm of the music. He never wanted it to stop.
His talons brushed against the bulge in Blitzø’s pants before closing around it in a firm squeeze that dragged a broken whimper from his lips. The needy sound made his feathers ruffle a bit.
Blitzø nuzzled into his chest plumage, breathing him in, before pulling back to cup his face between warm hands.
His face was flushed, pupils wide, tail swishing behind him as he gave a sweet smile.
“You wanna sit down and chill for a bit? Get some water in you — you’ve been dancing a long fucking time.”
“Oh, um — yes. I'm feeling rather hot,” Stolas admitted, breathless.
“Yeah, that’ll happen. You'll feel overheated after dancing that long. You having a good time though?” Blitzø asked, hopping down from the ledge and taking his hand.
“Yes. I certainly am. This has been… wonderful,” Stolas said with a soft, contented hoot.
Blitzø lead them toward the back corner, where a scattering of a few random, empty chairs waited. He guided Stolas into one before dragging another up beside him and sitting close.
“You okay to sit here for a minute by yourself while I get some water?” Blitzø asked gently, resting his hand on his thigh.
“Yes, I’ll be fine to wait for you.”
Blitzø leaned in for a quick kiss to his beak and slipped off into the crowd.
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For the first time that night, Stolas let himself breathe and take in the atmosphere. The kaleidoscope of lights, the heavy beat of the bass thrumming through his chest, the entire crowd in front of him. He had been so focused on Blitzø that he hadn’t truly taken in everything until now.
Everything was so incredibly vivid and colors popped in a way that made everything around him mesmerizing to look at.
While looking around the crowd, his gaze lingered a little too long on a striking incubus couple tangled together dancing, hands roaming as they kissed. When one slipped his hand down into the other’s pants, Stolas blushed and quickly looked away.
His eyes caught instead on a tall imp with a glowing hula hoop, which transitioned seamlessly through the colors of the rainbow. He watched, entranced, as she spun it around her hips, tossed it high, caught it on her arm, and sent it twirling again. Stolas was so fixated on watching her attempt a bunch of different tricks.
The colors blurred together, mesmerizing him until a cup of water appeared in front of his face. He blinked, realizing Blitzø had returned, and gratefully accepted it. He took a big sip, and even that felt good. Even something as simple as drinking water was a delight, the cool liquid sliding down his throat felt like bliss.
Everything felt so good right now and beneath it all was the comfort that Blitzø was here and would keep him safe.
“How you feeling?” Blitzø asked, settling into the chair beside him, nuzzling against his side while his fingers stroked his soft thighs.
“Amazing. You're amazing. This is is amazing.” Stolas said, followed by a few soft, involuntary hoots. Those little happy hoots he sometimes couldn't control. It had always embarrassed him, but Blitzø seemed to find it extremely cute. The words had slipped out before he could even think of what he wanted to say, he hadn't realized how silly he must have sounded.
Blitzø’s smile was so soft and he laughed. “Good. You definitely seem high as shit. You deserve to let go and enjoy yourself more.”
Stolas lifted his chin with two talons, meeting his gaze. “So do you.”
Blitzø faltered, unable to hold the eye contact. He buried his face back into Stolas’ shoulder, muffling his voice against his feathers. “Maybe. I'm really happy you wanted to do this together.”
"Not 'maybe', you do. You deserve to enjoy yourself too, my love."
Blitzø's only response was his tail starting to wag in happy little flicks and his face stayed buried in fluff.
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Blitzø caught the way Stolas' gaze kept drifting earlier, transfixed on the girl with the LED hoop. He squeezed Stolas' hand. “Told you — once you’re high, you’d get lost staring at pretty lights.”
“I imagine you’d be rather skilled at doing something like that,” Stolas replied, curious trying to picture in his mind how Blitzø would look executing complicated tricks with his sexy confidence.
“Yeah, I'm pretty decent at it. Wanna see? I bet she’ll let me borrow it,” Blitzø said with a grin, his tail tip twitching with excitement.
“Really?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve got some joints rolled of that really good weed. I bet she’ll trade to let me use it for a few.” With that, Blitzø hopped up and walked up to her. Stolas couldn’t hear their exchange, but he saw the girl smile and nod as Blitzø pulled out his little tin and offered her a joint. She took it and left to smoke, and Blitzø returned with the glowing hoop in hand, colors cycling in seamless rainbow hues.
He stood directly in front of where Stolas was sitting, only leaving enough space for him to be able to hoop without hitting him.
He stopped in front of Stolas, leaving just enough space to move. “Kay, you’re gonna love this shit,” he said with that confidence that Stolas loved to see and always found irresistible.
He tossed the hoop up, caught it with his tail, and sent it spinning. Trick after trick flowed effortlessly from him — hips, arms, and tail guiding the hoop. His body moved with smooth precision, the colored lights wrapping around him as the hoop twirled. Stolas couldn’t tear his eyes away. Watching Blitzø perform always left him dazed, completely lost in him, unable to comprehend how anyone could resist his charm.
After what felt like an entrancing eternity, Blitzø finally stopped, and came over to kiss Stolas' cheek, and trotted off to return the hoop before hurrying back.
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Without hesitation, he climbed into Stolas’ lap, legs hooking around the back of the chair to pull himself close.
"That was quite impressive, I knew you'd be very talented at that." Stolas said softly.
Blitzø smiled sweetly and cupped his cheek to place a soft kiss on his beak.
"I could show you some other things I can do with my hands that might impress you." Blitzø said playfully.
Stolas smiled and softly hooted.
Stolas let out a soft gasp as Blitzø’s fingers trailed up his chest, his face burying into his shoulder.
“I love how fucking soft you are,” Blitzø murmured, voice hazy and warm.
His other hand slid down, rubbing over the dampening fabric of Stolas' pink panties, already soaked through. Blitzø nudged the fabric aside, fingers slipping lower until they teased around his sensitive entrance. The touch made Stolas shudder, every nerve so sensitive as though he were feeling it for the very first time.
“Does that feel good?” Blitzø asked, nuzzling into his chest plumage, rubbing his cheek against downy feathers.
“Yes…” Stolas breathed. “Everything feels quite intense.”
“But it's good?” Blitzø questioned, nibbling at his neck, sharp teeth pressed down just enough to make Stolas gasp. Before then rubbing his cheek into the soft plumage again.
“Very good,” Stolas whimpered, hands restless as they roamed Blitzø’s chest. His skin was so warm and soft — he couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop wanting. “I just didn’t expect to feel everything this strongly.”
Blitzø’s fingers kept circling those hypersensitive nerves around his cloaca, and every stroke was unbearable in the best way.
“Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet before. You’re fucking gushing,” Blitzø said, spreading the slick before slipping his fingers free and pushing them into Stolas’ mouth. He eagerly sucked them clean, savoring the musky taste of his own arousal.
When Blitzø slid his hand back down, he went even slower this time — pressing two fingers into his tight cloaca. He knew exactly how sensitive and heightened everything felt, and he worked his fingers in and out of Stolas at an agonizing pace, curling his fingers just enough to hit that perfect spot with each thrust. It was too much, too good.
He almost forgot where they were — a huge room, filled with so many strangers who could see everything if they only looked. The thought should have horrified him, but instead it only made him feel more aroused. The idea of anyone watching, seeing how Blitzø worshiped him, made him shiver with want.
As if reading his mind, Blitzø said in a low, sultry voice, “Does it turn you on more knowing all these fuckers are jealous? Watching me touch such a pretty bird? You like that, don’t you?”
Stolas could only whimper in reply.
“Yeah, birdie likes that?”
“Ahh — y-yes.”
“That’s what I thought. My filthy little bird.”
His fingers pumped harder now, faster, keeping a steady rhythm as he nuzzled into the softness of Stolas’ feathers.
“Fuck, you’re so soft,” Blitzø muttered again, as if each time he nuzzled into his chest he was discovering this for the first time again. He began grinding his cock against Stolas’ thigh as his fingers worked him.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right here. Ride you like this while you sit there moaning like my needy little whore.”
The friction of Blitzø rutting against him — his cock straining in the tight fabric of his pants, dragging against Stolas’ feathers felt so fucking good.
As much as he was enjoying everything that Blitzø was doing to him, Stolas couldn’t help but have such a strong desire to switch their positions.
His mind started wandering, thinking about how good it would feel to be sitting on Blitzø’s lap, grinding on him and making him a desperate mess while so many people could see. It made Stolas dizzy with need.
“Can we switch?” he whispered.
Blitzø glanced up, and their eyes met. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, his expression so sweet it made Stolas ache. Blitzø always looked cute, but Stolas couldn’t help but feel almost mesmerized at how adorable he looked while rolling this hard. He was so impossibly cute that Stolas needed him begging and whimpering under him.
“Switch?” He questioned, seeming lost at the straightforward question. He seemed completely lost in a daze, so high and focused on pleasuring his birdie that it took his brain a moment to process what he was being asked.
“Mmm, yes. I want to be on your lap, if that’s alright,” Stolas murmured, stroking his horns. He always loved the sensation, but with every nerve electrified, even the familiar act felt brand new — it was soothing to trace his talons over the smooth keratin, feeling every subtle ridge and imperfection.
Blitzø shifted, letting them switch places. He sat back in the chair with his legs spread wide, and patted his thighs in invitation. Stolas straddled him, one hand curling behind his head to pull him into a deep, hungry kiss while the other slipped under his fishnet top, roaming the defined lines of muscle beneath.
He instinctively started rolling his hips back and forth, slowly grinding himself against Blitzø’s thigh. He was already so wet — the thin, soaked fabric of his panties rubbing again his thigh made Blitzø’s breath catch. Stolas leaned in to kiss him again — he honestly couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his tongue in his mouth. So wet, needy and desperate. The way they both so greedily explored each other’s mouths, every touch and sensation felt like the first time all over again. All the same, familiar touches in the same, familiar places felt entirely new. So exhilarating in a way that made him never want to stop feeling like this.
And yet, more than the euphoric rush of sensations, what consumed him most was watching Blitzø. Seeing the imp lost in pleasure, enjoying himself, only fueled Stolas’ arousal further.
Blitzø’s hands slid beneath his skirt, cupping and kneading his ass, coaxing soft whimpers out of him.
“Fuck, Stols. You're so fucking sexy.” Blitzø growled before delivering a sharp smack that stung so good, forcing a startled squawk from Stolas. He repeated it on the other cheek, leaving both sides tingling.
“More,” Stolas pleaded, breathless, already aching for the next blow. Blitzø obliged, and the sharp sting sent heat rushing straight between his legs.
His senses were sharp as ever, but Stolas knew with Blitzø’s sense of smell heightened by the drugs, he could easily tell just how wet he was.
“Mmmm, birdie likes that a lot, huh?” Blitzø whispered into his neck, hands roaming higher to grip his waist while his spade traced up his legs and along the elegant curve of his back. Blitzø couldn't keep his hands or tail off of him.
Stolas reached down, ghosting over the bulge straining in Blitzø’s pants before giving it a squeeze.
“Mmmm, seems like Blitzy likes this a lot too,” he teased.
“Fuck yeah,” Blitzø rasped. “How’d you feel about riding me right here? I’m serious — I want you bouncing on my cock right now.”
Stolas froze, his eyes going wide. It was one thing to be touched and fingered in public… but actual sex, here, in the open where anyone could see? The thought made him nervous — yet the thrill of it sent his arousal spiking.
Blitzø flicked his tongue out, grinning at the reaction. “Oh, fuck. You really like that idea.”
“Well, yes, but — I’m not sure if we should…”
“I know my dirty little bird has fantasized about it. You’ve gotten off thinking about riding me in public, haven’t you? Where everyone can see you taking cock like the shameless slut you are.”
Stolas' feathers ruffled a little, Blitzø was absolutely right and Stolas was feeling way too flustered.
“People fuck at these parties all the time. I guarantee there’s others going at it right now. Nobody’ll care if we do. Most won’t even notice. Some might watch, though… and wish they were the ones filling your tight little hole with cum.”
Stolas didn’t answer right away, he just let Blitzø guide his hand to his belt buckle.
“Up to you, birdie. We only do what you’re comfortable with,” Blitzø murmured, returning his hands to wander over Stolas’ body. His fingers combed through the soft feathers as though he’d never felt anything so fluffy before.
“You do seem… quite turned on by the idea. And yes, you’re right — it’s something I’ve fantasized about many times,” Stolas admitted shyly. He’d always wondered what it would be like to be watched, but never had an opportunity where he felt bold enough to ask. Knowing Blitzø was enough into the idea too that he brought it up made the fantasy even hotter.
“Yeah? I wish you’d told me instead of being shy. You usually tell me every filthy little thing you want.”
Stolas felt his cheeks get warm, unsure how to respond. Sometimes he had no trouble asking Blitzø to indulge in his wildest, most deranged desires — yet other times, he hesitated over kinks that turned out to be much more tame.
Blitzø was pretty much always on the same page, he didn't know why he got nervous sometimes.
Stolas was so focused on Blitzø that everything and everyone else faded into background noise. It was just the two of them — here, in their corner, drawn to each other with an intensity that felt almost unreal. The drugs enhanced what was already overwhelming attraction into something euphoric.
Stolas unbuckled Blitzø’s pants, tugging them down just enough to free his cock, then pushed his panties aside so he could sink down onto him. His breath caught the moment Blitzø’s thick length stretched him open, sliding deep inside his soaked, aching cloaca. He was so wet it felt as though he’d already come.
“Oh fucking Satan, I’ve never felt you this wet before,” Blitzø whispered, gripping his waist as Stolas rode him. Every thrust ground the ridges along his shaft against sensitive flesh, which felt incredible with the heightened sensitivity. Feeling Blitzø fill him over and over — his thick, throbbing cock stretching him wide.
He moved faster, rolling his hips, riding Blitzø with desperate rhythm, watching the pleasure on his face. Blitzø’s claws dug into his back, making Stolas cry out, feathers ruffling. Their eyes locked, neither daring to look away, feeling their connection only grow closer.
Blitzø was hitting so hard, so deep, and everything felt so intense. Every nerve felt so much more sensitive, and it felt like having Blitzø inside him for the first time again. His cock stretching him wide and feeling how tightly his walls hugged around him. He was definitely going to come very quickly.
He already felt it building up in his core, the feeling growing every time he thrust down onto his cock.
"Oh fuck — Blitzø!" He cried softly, he couldn't get out the words to tell him how fucking good this felt.
"This is so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot." Blitzø cried as he dug his claws harder into his back, making Stolas gasp. They kept their eyes locked onto each other, watching how much they were both enjoying themselves.
Neither of them paid any attention to anything going on around them, having no idea if anyone noticed what they were up to over in this corner.
Stolas didn’t care who saw — he almost hoped some of them were watching, the thought only made his climax rush closer.
His cloaca was so soaked with slick, allowing him to slide up and down his cock with ease. Thrusting down hard every time so that he hit him in that perfect spot every time.
Blitzø watched carefully, paying attention to every small noise he made, followed by the way his eyes widened with each deep thrust.
"You really fucking love how good that feels when it hits deep, don't you?"
"Y-yes." Was all Stolas could manage to get out.
They were so in tune with each other's bodies and the way it felt so much closer, so much more intense right now — it was overwhelming
“Go ahead, birdie,” Blitzø growled low against his neck. “Come all over daddy’s cock. Show everyone what a good little slut you are for me.”
Stolas shuddered, crying out as his body tensed, pleasure crashing through him in one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever felt. He clutched Blitzø close, muffling his cries in a desperate kiss as his release overtook him.
Blitzø moaned into his mouth, claws digging into his back as his cock pulsed and spilled warmth deep inside him. The sensation of being filled combined with their heightened senses was almost too much — almost unbearable but so perfect.
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For a moment, they stayed locked together, clinging to one another as they caught their breath, both completely spent.
“I … I can’t believe we just did that,” Stolas whispered against Blitzø’s neck, discreetly slipping off his cock. He tugged his panties back into place, and helped Blitzø fasten his pants again. Slick warmth immediately began to leak out of him, soaking the panties, and trailing down his thigh. The mess only made him start to feel his arousal beginning to bloom again.
Stolas felt his high intensifying in a different way. The crowd, the lights, the pounding bass — all the things he’d tuned out before, suddenly crashed in on him. It was all too loud, too bright, too much. His chest fluttered with unease. He wanted Blitzø, only Blitzø. Everything else was too much.
“You feeling okay, birdie?” Blitzø asked softly. He always noticed a shift in his energy right away, and always could tell when Stolas was starting to feel anxious.
“Yes — I still feel good. I feel very good. It’s just… being here is what is suddenly not good. Could we perhaps go somewhere not so… overwhelming?” Stolas asked nervously. “I’m sorry. Everything feels like too much.”
“Yeah, you’re peaking. That's why it's so intense right now.” Blitzø brushed his hand over his cheek. “You wanna head home?”
“I’d like that, if you don’t mind. But if you’d rather stay —”
“I’d rather go home,” Blitzø cut in, firm but gentle. “Dancing was fun, and fucking here was really fucking fun — but there’s so much I want to do to you where we can be alone.”
Blitzø took his hand and led him through the sea of bodies, weaving toward the exit. Stolas let himself be guided, grateful that Blitzø remembered the way out; he hadn’t paid attention to anything except him. He certainly wouldn't have known which way to go to get out of here. The glances from a few strangers as they passed by made him blush and confirmed his curiosity — yes, a few people had definitely noticed what they were up to. That sent another pulse of heat through him despite the haze of anxiety.
Everything was a blur of colors and sounds as Blitzø led them outside, the sharp chill of the air was a shocking contrast to how stuffy and hot it was inside that dark building.
The colder air felt grounding as they continued walking, only a few blocks away from the apartment.
Their new apartment had a balcony bigger than the old one. They had a cute little bench out here and they were sitting out under the moonlight to share a smoke before heading to the bed.
It was a full moon. Such a bright silver glow, more vivid and beautiful than he'd ever seen.
Stolas felt the sudden magnetic pull to kiss Blitzø, as if the gravity of the moon itself forced them together.
Stolas still felt intoxicated over the heightened sense of smell, wishing he could smell Blitzø this strongly all the time. The scent of sweat and sex now overpowered the gunpowder and cinnamon. The lingering taste of the cigarette on his tongue, the way their bodies felt touching each other. He needed him so badly.
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As soon as they entered the bedroom, they immediately undressed each other as quickly as possible. Stolas tugged Blitzø onto the bed, pulling him close, needing every inch of him pressed against his body. The needy lust for each other softened into something warmer.
Stolas was feeling so affectionate suddenly, like he was flooded with the urge to make sure Blitzø knew how much he loved him.
Blitzø was clearly feeling it too. He buried his face against Stolas’ chest, voice muffled in his soft plumage.
“I fucking love you.”
Stolas’ heart fluttered. No matter how many times Blitzø said it, those words always wrapped around his heart in the most comforting way.
“I love you too,” he murmured, pulling him close, holding him tighter.
“Sorry if I don’t say it enough,” Blitzø whispered against him, tail coiling possessively around his leg.
“You say it more than enough,” Stolas reassured him. “Even when you don’t use words — you show me, all the time. More than you realize.”
Blitzø couldn't stop rubbing his cheeks against his soft chest plumage, Stolas could tell he was definitely filled with the same sudden flood of intense affection that he was. It was overwhelming, but in the sweetest, most euphoric way imaginable.
"Words are just hard sometimes, Stols. But I do fucking love you." Blitzø mumbled into his chest.
“I know, dearest,” Stolas cooed. He could tell Blitzø was definitely rolling balls (as Blitzø had called it earlier) by the way his emotions had heightened and his affection was pouring out like this.
"I'm really enjoying all of this. I like when I get to feel… closer to you. I'm glad we did this." Stolas murmured, gently scratching between the spines on Blitzø's back. They both held each other tightly, hands roaming like they were discovering one another all over again.
“Me too. This is the first time I’ve rolled and really been able to enjoy it.”
“Really? You made it sound like it was quite fun for you when you've done this before.”
“I mean, it was fun, sure. But not like this. Never got to do it with someone I love, you know? It’s way different. More special. Shit — I’m at the point where I’m saying sappy shit, huh? Can’t even help it.”
Stolas softly hooted. "It's very cute. I adore it."
Blitzø purred against his chest, the vibrations comforting and grounding. Feeling how happy and content Blitzø was, being able to just exist in this moment with each other felt so special.
Stolas felt warmth bloom in his chest, his love for Blitzø overwhelming until he didn’t even notice the tear sliding down his cheek. The drugs really did intensify his emotions so strongly.
Blitzø sat up and straddled him, cupping his cheeks in both hands.
“Why is my birdie crying?” he asked, tongue flicking out to taste the salty wetness before pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“I'm fine,” Stolas assured him, letting out a hooted giggle. “I’m just emotional over how much I love you and how happy you make me. I didn’t even realize I was crying.”
Blitzø brushed the rest of his tears away and leaned in close. “I love you too, baby bird.” He leaned in for a kiss, slow and tender before deepening, their tongues tangling again.
The rush of warmth, the intimacy — it made Stolas want to melt completely into him, to stay suspended in this euphoric state forever. The soft bed beneath them was bliss compared to the hard chair earlier, and now, alone together at the peak of their high, nothing else existed but them. Nobody else around, in their own little world. Nothing mattered but the two of them, and how good they both made each other feel.
Their breaths got heavier, their touches went from light and gentle to grasping and needy.
Their kisses grew hungrier until Blitzø finally broke the kiss to nibble at Stolas’ neck, biting down just hard enough to draw a soft whimper.
“I know tonight’s supposed to be about you enjoying yourself,” he murmured against his feathers, “so you can say no. But… would my pretty bird wanna put the strap on?”
Blitzø was still purring, and beginning to softly grind his hips against Stolas — letting him feel his hardening erection warm against him.
Stolas' heart started beating faster at the thought of having Blitzø under him, so affectionate, squirming and needy while Stolas thrusted deep and hard into him. Blitzø was always more vocal when he was being fucked but Stolas knew seeing him so tender and vulnerable like this would be something special.
“I’d very much love that. Remember, tonight is equally about you enjoying yourself too, dearest,” Stolas whispered, pulling him into another kiss.
Blitzø purred louder, his tail swishing with restless energy as Stolas readied the strap. He whimpered, unable to keep still, his body aching with need.
“You’d like me to touch you first though, wouldn’t you?” Stolas asked, eyes noticing the way Blitzø’s cock was already hard and leaking, begging for attention.
Blitzø bit his lip and nodded quickly, squirming under his gaze.
Stolas settled between his legs. He spread them wide, taking his time as he kissed up one thigh, then the other, savoring the little noises he coaxed out of him. He lingered, nipping and licking, enjoying teasing the sensitive flesh.
“How sensitive does everything feel right now?” he asked, before running his tongue up the thick length of his cock, teasing the small spikes on the underside with the tip of his tongue.
“S-shit — it’s sensitive as fuck. Fucking Satan — Stols, that feels s-so good, need more,” Blitzø whimpered, hips twitching helplessly as he bucked forward into his mouth.
“Of course, you’ll get everything you need, dearest. Tell me, what do you want most right now? Hmm? How do you want to be touched?” Stolas whispered, his voice low and husky as he watched Blitzø melt and relax beneath his gaze.
“Need your mouth on me,” Blitzø whined softly, still purring without realizing it while his hands stroked Stolas’ head feathers.
Stolas lowered his head without hesitation, taking his cock in and giving exactly what Blitzø craved. No teasing, just letting him feel the hot, wet pleasure of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby bird — you feel so fucking good.” Blitzø was so shamelessly needy and unrestrained. He praised Stolas through moans, incoherent words and praises tumbling out.
Stolas adored how responsive he was like this — squirming, moaning, completely undone, lost in pleasure. He savored every twitch of Blitzø’s hips, every gasp, every incoherent word of praise as Stolas worked his mouth and tongue — it was beautiful to see Blitzø enjoying himself like this.
Stolas debated if he should let him finish or draw it out and edge him. The thought of delaying his release, making him wait a little longer just to make it that much more intense was quite thrilling.
Stolas worked his tongue with perfect precision, bringing Blitzø right to the edge. Blitzø’s breathing grew fast and shallow, his moans pitching higher. His eyes rolled back, he was so close.
And then Stolas stopped, pulling back suddenly.
“No — no, fuck, let me come,” Blitzø whined, voice cracking.
“You’ll get to finish soon, I promise,” Stolas cooed gently, brushing a hand along his trembling thigh.
Blitzø squirmed with frustration, whining, needy and shameless.
“Alright, my love. I know how badly you want to feel me inside you. Go ahead and get ready for me, sweetest.”
Blitzø then immediately got onto his knees, turned around and shoved his face into the bed — arching his back so desperately. The tip of his tail swished back and forth with anticipation while he spread his legs a little wider.
“You look so perfect for me right now,” Stolas murmured, making Blitzø gasp as he dragged his talons slowly up his thighs, spreading his legs apart just a little more.
He lubed his talons and pressed two inside his tight hole, scissoring gently to stretch him open.
“Oh, fuck,” Blitzø moaned into the sheets, clutching them tight.
Stolas fingered him for a while before pulling out and leaning down to instead tease his tongue around the tight ring of muscle. Blitzø gasped, then let out the most beautiful noise.
“Oh? That must feel very good.”
“Anything you do with that tongue feels so fucking good, especially high on this shit. Please, need to feel more of that before you fuck me,” Blitzø begged breathlessly.
Stolas obliged, eagerly working his tongue in deep and then circling and teasing his hole until Blitzø’s words dissolved again into incoherent moans.
“Feels too fucking good. Need you to fuck me, Stols. Need you now,” Blitzø begged, voice so needy.
“Yes. Anything you want, my love,” Stolas cooed.
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"Please tell me I'm good." Blitzø begged in such a shamelessly needy voice, too clouded in the warmth of his high to stop the words from coming out. His high stripped away the walls he usually hid behind, leaving him vulnerable.
Stolas’ heart swelled. He adored this side of him, the way he could beg so freely now. Normally he had to coax him into it, break him down — but here he was, already so willing.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” Stolas whispered low against his neck. “You deserve to be spoiled, to let me make you feel so good. You deserve to come for Daddy, over and over.”
“I wanna be good for you, Stols. I fucking love you,” Blitzø whimpered, no shame in the words at all.
“You are so good for me. I love you too, my sweet. You deserve to be pleasured until you’re completely spent. You’re going to come so much for me.” Stolas cooed.
He positioned himself, the head of the thick silicone cock pressing firmly against Blitzø’s tight entrance. Desire pooled deep inside him at the sight of Blitzø spread open and begging to be filled.
A sharp surge of arousal coursed through Stolas at the sweet noises that Blitzø cried out in pleasure. He felt the smaller demons body shudder, clenching and trembling as he adjusted to being filled and stretched.
Stolas kept a firm rhythm, in awe at the sight of Blitzø completely falling apart beneath him. He adored watching Blitzø like this — seeing him openly and freely enjoying the feeling of his tight little ass being stretched while he's begging for more.
His talons slid down to stroke the base of his tail while he thrusted into him. Blitzø’s hands clutched desperately at the sheets, his words spilling out in an incoherent mix of praise, pleas, and affection. Stolas loved Blitzø mumbling into the sheets about how much he loved him and how fucking good he felt.
Blitzø's cock was desperately aching for release.
"You are enjoying yourself very much, aren't you?" Stolas murmured, letting go of his tail and sliding his hand down to wrap around his hard, leaking cock. He began pumping his cock while keeping a steady rhythm thrusting into him.
The way Blitzø moaned from his touch made him shudder, and it certainly answered his question.
“I loved getting to ride your cock earlier in front of everyone,” Stolas whispered against his neck, voice low and husky, “but I know how much you would have loved for me to fuck you like this in front of them. Hmm? Let Daddy show them how well you take this huge cock.”
“Fuck, Stols, you’re gonna make me come so fast.” Blitzø whimpered, voice shaky.
"Oh, so I take that as a yes?" Stolas whispered.
"Y-yes, would love to let them see me take it like the fucking slut I am for you." Blitzø murmured.
That answer made Stolas fuck him harder, one hand pulling his tail with force, reveling in the loud, helpless whimper it pulled out of him.
Blitzø was gripping the sheets so hard, crying out beautifully with each thrust.
"More, harder, fuck — please!" Blitzø cried out.
Stolas obeyed and thrusted into him even harder, coaxing even more beautiful noises out of his sweet little imp falling apart under him.
Stolas didn't have quite as much stamina as Blitzø, but right now he felt like he could keep fucking him like this all night.
"Fuck!" Blitzø cried as his cock throbbed in Stolas' hand as he spilled his warm release all over Stolas' hand, his body trembling.
“There’s my good boy,” Stolas murmured, stroking him through it, milking every drop until Blitzø collapsed into the sheets — totally spent and trying to catch his breath.
“You did so well for me, darling.” He pressed a kiss to one of his horns before easing slowly out. Blitzø shuddered at the sudden emptiness, a whimper escaping him.
Stolas carefully cleaned him up with tender care, while he lay there limp and blissed out. Blitzø only melted further, purring low and steady.
“My perfect boy,” Stolas cooed, and began massaging the leftover tension from his shoulders. His tail curled lazily around Stolas' leg, clinging to that tether between them.
As Stolas worked down his back, he felt Blitzø's purrs vibrating warmly against his hands.
“This was such a lovely experience, I'm glad I got to try it. I do hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, it certainly looked like you did,” Stolas murmured, kneading deeper into the muscle.
“It was fucking magical,” Blitzø mumbled, still dazed.
“I’m so glad. I’m the luckiest demon in all of Hell to have such a sweet boyfriend who shows me so many wonderful things.”
Blitzø tightened his tail's grip and rolled over to pull Stolas close, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his face into his chest.
“I’m lucky I get to spend so much time making my baby bird happy,” he purred louder, vibrations deep and steady against Stolas.
Stolas held him close, letting himself sink into the warmth and soothing rumble of his purrs.
His body was heavy with exhaustion, he just wanted to hold Blitzø and nothing else mattered. He had never felt so cared for — or so capable of returning that care.
There were still so many firsts waiting for them, so many things to share, to teach, to experience together. Stolas could hardly wait. Every moment they spent together made him feel like they only kept growing closer.
He had never known life could be this happy — that he could deserve this love, this freedom.
Blitzø was already asleep, still purring. Stolas couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and started to drift off too. Hoping he never had to wake up without Blitzø in his arms again.
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