Blitzø knew he shouldn’t be here. He should be back at home sleeping, or more realistically scrolling the night away on his phone, but definitely not here climbing up the balcony to Stolas’ room. The bird was probably asleep anyway, so he’s not sure why he came.
That was a lie — he knew exactly why, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone to Stolas. Blitzø missed him. His soft feathers, the warmth of his body pressed up against him, the noises he made when deep in the throes of pleasure… Blitzø should turn around now before he showed up with his dick out on a night like tonight, one not shielded by the convenient excuse of a full moon.
Stolas slept in the nude most nights, and hardly anything was covered even when he wore that slutty little robe of his, yet Blitzø still couldn’t have expected the sight that greeted him.
The duvet sat low on Stolas’ body, falling just below his hips to give Blitzø a view of his entire torso bathed in the scarlet hue of nighttime. Several patches of feathers, unruly from sleep, swayed gently in the light breeze coming from the open balcony door. Blitzø could tell he was truly knocked out from the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest; the imp knew from experience that he wasn’t good at faking it.
It was a little concerning, honestly, that Stolas hadn’t even stirred in the slightest at the sound of Blitzø scrambling up the wall and pushing through the door — what if it had been some other freak? Heat stirred in Blitzø’s gut as he took in how defenseless the prince looked as he slept on his back, how easy it would be to take whatever he wanted. He’d stolen enough from the man throughout the years, but his mind wasn’t thinking about valuables this time.
They’d talked about it before, as a potential kink to explore, but they’d never gotten the chance to actually do it. Well, there was that time Stolas asked to roleplay being asleep, but— they never quite got to try the real thing. Blitzø knew he had Stolas’ full, explicit permission to fuck him awake, so why did it still have him drily swallowing his spit and trying to calm his heartbeat?
He should really go home, but he’d rather convince himself that this would be a good opportunity to try out Stolas’ idea. Just that, and no other reason.
Blitzø moved silently towards the bed, practically holding his breath as he crawled up onto it and loomed over Stolas’ sleeping form. He let a fingertip drag ever so lightly down the expanse of the bird’s body, eliciting an involuntary shiver from him. Blitzø paused, making sure it didn’t wake him yet, and then continued down to the blanket. Slowly pulling it aside, the imp took in the scent of that birdpuss, already leaking even in the absence of its owner’s knowledge.
“Fuck,” Blitzø whispered to himself. His dick was starting to strain against his pants at the filthiness of it all, so it’s not like he was any better off.
Delicately, Blitzø bent one of Stolas’ absurdly long legs up and over to the side, giving him an open view of his cunt. His every movement was slow, careful not to ruin the moment, and he let a finger graze the opening of Stolas’ cloaca to push in. The wet heat nearly got a moan out of Blitzø, but he managed to hold himself back.
He meant to take his time, sincerely, but Blitzø was adding a second finger before he knew it. There wasn’t any real plan here, but apparently his mind was already preparing for more. He struggled to keep his cool at the lewd squelching his actions were causing; something about that being the only sound he could hear aside from his own quiet gasps, without any of the ridiculous commentary Stolas usually littered the air with, was getting to him.
After a few more moments of measured thrusting, he pulled his fingers out and couldn’t resist a taste, breathing heavily at the familiar slick on his tongue. He needed more.
Blitzø laid flat on his stomach and immediately buried his mouth in that birdpuss, forked tongue deftly exploring its inner workings. This could be his breakfast, lunch, and dinner and he would be the happiest man in hell. He couldn’t help the way his claws dug into Stolas’ hips and thighs, desperately scrabbling for more as his own body undulated in time with his ministrations unthinkingly.
He suddenly froze at the sound of Stolas’ breath hitching. Eyes wide and muscles tense, Blitzø watched carefully for any other signs of consciousness before relaxing a little when he saw none. He could never get enough of eating the bird out, but it would probably be better at that point to move on to what his untouched dick was most certainly waiting for.
Smoothly flicking open the button of his pants, Blitzø slid his boxers right off with them and bit his lip hard enough to bleed at the feeling of finally giving himself some real friction, more than just grinding against the bed like a damn teenager. A drop of precum glistened at the head of his cock, and Blitzø used it to better slick the path of his hand.
He pushed Stolas’ other leg up out of the way much like the first one and took a moment just to stare at the mess he’d already made of the man’s cunt. Then his eyes trailed up to that heart-shaped face, and it hit him once again that he was effectively taking advantage of the prince. This entire thing was turning him on way more than he’d expected, especially since he’d never, ever do this with someone else. But the trust that Stolas placed on him was an anchor as much as it was a deadweight, and Blitzø was going to indulge in it for as long as he could before they inevitably floundered and drowned.
He knee-walked closer to Stolas’ body to line his cock up, rubbing the head against his folds and smearing precum around the opening. Slowly he sunk in, savoring every inch of that coveted, velvety heat. It felt like one of the most overwhelming experiences of his life, and that was saying something.
Blitzø gripped onto Stolas’ stupidly attractive thighs as he settled with his length fully sheathed, still biting his lip to keep quiet. There could’ve been blood dripping down his chin by now and he wouldn’t have even noticed with how far his mind was gone. It was intoxicating being inside someone, inside Stolas, while they were none the wiser. Knowing that he was allowed to be here doing this didn’t do much to calm his nerves, the irrational fear of getting caught always lingering somewhere at the back of his head. The heightened sense of danger was thrilling, similar to the times they’d messed around with fucking in public spaces or while on the phone with an unwitting third party, but also so, so much different to be alone in it.
Blitzø rocked in and out of Stolas at a leisurely pace, almost more grinding than actually fucking. He just couldn’t help the need to be as deep as possible, to fully embed himself in Stolas’ very essence. If he didn’t already know it would end in flames, Blitzø would willingly crawl into the cavity of Stolas’ chest and curl around his heart. To protect it or to hoard it he wasn’t sure, but it would never happen anyway.
Shame flooded Blitzø’s face when he felt the threat of tears pricking at his lash line, so he doubled down and started fucking Stolas for real to avoid that potential shitshow. It wasn’t anywhere near the breakneck pace he often used on full moons, but he’d given up on being gentle and secretive with it. If Stolas woke up, then he woke up; this wasn’t anything more than Blitzø fulfilling a kink on a long list of curiosities, so he should act like it.
Blitzø wasn’t one for made-for-each-other soulmate bullshit, but even he couldn’t deny that his cock fit perfectly in Stolas as if he were his own personal pocket pussy. Tight enough for it to be pleasurable for both of them, but not quite to the point of pain — they had plenty of toys to get Stolas there when he wanted it. This time it was all according to Blitzø’s desires.
He grunted with each slap of his thighs against Stolas’ ass and let a lone whine slip out, too engrossed in the heady feeling to notice a dark taloned hand snaking down towards where the owl was being penetrated. By the time he realized, Stolas’ fingers were rubbing at his own clit and Blitzø didn’t even try to stop his movements. When he glanced up at the prince’s face, all four eyes were still closed but there was a tension there that wasn’t present before, brows furrowed and beak digging into his bottom lip, the very picture of eroticism. Blitzø didn’t bother saying anything and simply kept fucking into him, trying to match the rhythm he could make out from Stolas’ hand.
The more gasps he heard from the other, the closer Blitzø got. They were quieter than usual, almost as if Stolas thought he were in the middle of a wet dream instead of anything real, but the difference was doing something to Blitzø. He was always learning new things about the bird in bed, and hearing how he’d sound when he got off alone would be seared into Blitzø’s mind for a long time.
Eventually the talons kneading Stolas’ clit became erratic in their circling and Blitzø could feel the telltale spasming of an orgasm from him, unintentionally mirroring his expression as his opening constricted around the imp even more. Blitzø whined at the sensitivity, feeling Stolas’ cum coat his cock and drip out in excess. Stolas’ face went lax again as soon as he was free from his release.
Taking that as his cue to get a move on with things, Blitzø gripped into plush thighs even more firmly and pounded into him, shoving his body up the bed little by little with the sheer force of it. Stolas was so pliable and still warm from sleep, and his scent permeating the air pushed Blitzø to chase after his own climax. His breath stuttered, cock sinking in until hips met feathered ass for one final thrust before he was coming so hard his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Fuck,” Blitzø groaned.
He couldn’t help the slight grinding as he rode the high, needing that extra friction after the fact to feel truly fulfilled. Stolas would understand, had understood many times before, especially given his propensity for seeking out overstimulation himself.
Blitzø pulled out just enough to see the sloppy mess he’d made of Stolas’ cunt, a mix of both their cum dribbling out, and sent the hell-equivalent of a prayer up above for what the sight did to him. He decided it couldn’t hurt to remain seated inside for a little longer; now this was something they’d done before, and Blitzø was sleepy and satisfied from his release. He laid his head on that chest of fluffy plumage with his cock softening inside, content to just rest for a bit.
How none of that had fully awakened Stolas he had no idea. For a while there Blitzø thought he had finally come to, but even if he did it must have been only temporary as Stolas had clearly conked back out right after his own orgasm. Maybe he could plan to try the whole thing over again and make sure the bird actually got fucked awake next time like he’d wanted. This time it could be a secret, selfish thing, just for Blitzø.
His brain got fuzzier the longer he thought about next time, all the things he could try to slyly wake Stolas up.
The last thing he meant to do was doze off.
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Stolas awoke to a weight on his chest, not unfamiliar but certainly unusual for a regular day. All at once his head popped up, pinprick pupils fully visible, to see none other than Blitzø lying on him. And— inside him? Oh, fuck, Stolas nearly came at the thought alone. His heart began racing in delight, and the unintentional clenching of his cloaca must’ve disturbed the target of his affections.
“Mmfuck, what time is it?” Blitzø slurred, rubbing at his eyes in the most adorable, kittenish way.
“I believe it is a quarter past six, darling,” Stolas replied. He wasn’t quite sure that he was able to mask the joy in his voice.
Blitzø tensed and lifted himself up, only to wince at the feeling of his sensitive cock still embedded in that sweet heat. He needed to salvage this and quick, before Stolas got the wrong idea about his presence on a day that was decidedly not part of their arrangement.
“Just thought I’d try out your little sleep-fucking kink in advance,” Blitzø said with a forced smirk. “So you’d, y’know, figure out whether you like it for the next full moon or not. Why waste time on shit you might not be down for, right?”
Stolas merely smiled, way too sweetly for the conversation at hand. “I loved it, Blitzø. I didn’t quite realize until now what was happening, but it felt like one of my really lewd dreams, only more intense. Like the one where you—“
“Great, birdie,” Blitzø interjected, cutting him off. “Well, you know you’re into it now, so I guess I’ll get going.”
Stolas’ expression dropped noticeably at that, and he opened his beak as if to say something more but stopped himself.
Blitzø pulled out, dick half-hard for some godforsaken reason. Stupid fucking morning wood. He began gathering his scattered clothing until he was suddenly yanked back by Stolas, beak pressed intently against his lips.
They broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting their mouths.
“Please,” Stolas whimpered, “please stay. I want you.”
Blitzø sighed but acquiesced, falling back into another kiss that felt more tender than it should’ve been. He knew Stolas only wanted him to fill his loose pussy again, but he might as well deal with his hard-on here rather than show up at the apartment with it, Satan forbid he traumatize his Loonie. Plus, it didn’t hurt that it was a huge fucking turn-on seeing his own seed from last night still in the bird.
Stolas had started stroking his cock to full hardness as they lazily made out, so Blitzø decided to repay the favor and rubbed against that little bundle of nerves in just the right way to cause a deep groan.
Stolas pushed Blitzø onto his back where he landed with an oof. Climbing over the assassin, he was a sight for sore eyes with the pinkish red of the morning sun catching his ruffled feathers, semi-dried cum mixing with the newly produced slick that dripped down his inner thighs. No wonder Blitzø couldn’t get enough of him even when he knew it was a bad idea.
Stolas reached back with a large taloned hand to line up his cock and gasped as the head slipped in first, then slowly slid down its length.
“Oh, fuck,” Stolas whined.
“Still feel it from last night, bitch?” Blitzø prodded. “You like not knowing it was happening?”
“Oh yes, fuck, only for you, Blitzy!” Stolas replied, every couple of words punctuated by his ass meeting Blitzø’s lap as he bounced. “I’m so, ah, so glad you came here unexpectedly, to see m—“
Blitzø went rigid for a second as he spoke before quickly flipping their positions, Stolas back under him with a squawk, face down and ass up.
“Too fucking early to get all wordy on me, Stols,” Blitzø muttered, a poor attempt at concealing the fear those words had stirred up in him. He shoved Stolas’ face harder into the mattress and reverted to their typical balls-to-the-wall rough fucking. He wasn’t about to let himself get caught up in feelings, not when he had a dozen and one walls built up to protect others from his own. And if the walls were lined with barbed wire and explosives, well, then it was all still in the name of doing what was right regardless of the cost.
Neither of them lasted long this time, Blitzø fucking Stolas through his second orgasm within the past however many hours and then coming himself soon after. Stolas was trembling with the effort it took to hold himself up, collapsing into a heap on the bed as soon as Blitzø pulled out with a grunt.
Their heaving breaths slowly reaching an equilibrium were the only noises that could be heard in the early morning quiet. Lucky-ass prince with his palace, easily within reach of Imp City but far enough away to escape the constant soundtrack of car horns and screaming matches. It was just another reminder of how far removed they were from each other.
Stolas shifted and broke the silence. “Oh, Blitzø, thank you for such a lovely time. Would you like some breakfast or coffee before work?”
“Thought I already had breakfast,” Blitzø quipped. The prince giggled at that, but Blitzø continued before he could give an actual response. “I really gotta get going, though. For real this time, you horny bastard.”
“Ah yes, of course,” Stolas said, clearly dejected but doing a piss poor job of hiding it behind fake cheer. “I’ll see you on the next full moon, then?”
Blitzø didn’t comment on the obvious change in demeanor, instead just gave a blunt yup as he finished redressing. If Stolas wasn’t going to open up about what he really wanted then Blitzø sure as hell wasn’t either. Digging into it would only end badly for both of them.
“See ya, birdie,” he said as a parting, already making his way towards the balcony.
“I shall look forward to our next meeting!”
Blitzø didn’t bother with an additional reply to that or else they’d be playing the fucking 'you hang up first, no you hang up first' game. He snuck a glance back, though, to see Stolas folded in on himself, his plumage a mess. Usually the post-sex disarray was sexy, but now it just looked sad with that forlorn expression on his pretty face.
Fuck. Blitzø needed to get the fuck out of there before he started waxing poetry about the bird he could never have. He didn’t regret showing up, not with that hot as all hell experience, but he knew he shouldn’t have come. As much as he prided himself on carefully sealing away any tender emotions, he evidently wasn’t doing a very good job at it right now.
Blitzø disappeared into the faraway buzz of the city as Stolas resigned himself to another day of loneliness, body still bearing the evidence of their brief time together.