may your trials end in full bloom

“‘Mm so fuckin’ tired,” Blitzø mumbled, snuggling into Stolas’ chest fluff. It was the best spot in all of Hell to be, maybe even better than between those plush thighs.

It had been a long fucking day — missions with unreliable information, a stupid shitty sinner trying to hit on his daughter, another run-in with that monsterfucker he’d killed on a past job. Too much bullshit at once, if you asked him. At least tonight would lead into Sinsmas weekend, where there was absolutely fucking nothing on the calendar, and he and Stolas could laze around as much as they damn well wanted. Satan knew they needed it with how hectic IMP’s schedule had been in the past couple of years since that shitstain of a trial, and they weren’t getting any younger. 

Blitzø refused to call himself old, but the years of chronic pain and injuries on the job were really starting to catch up to him now that the emotional side of his life was more settled. Funny (read: not fucking funny at all, actually) how finding some mental stability meant you couldn’t just continue ignoring everything else that was wrong. Apparently putting in the work for one area meant you had to go all-or-nothing, or else that one area would quickly fall right back the fuck apart. He’d learned that the hard way. 

Still, he wouldn’t trade fucking anything for what he had now, nor for the future they were planning. 

Stolas hummed, the vibration comforting from where they were pressed together with no stupid clothing in the way. “Tired but also seemingly quite restless, darling. Would you like me to help you out?” 

He’d had a hand running up and down Blitzø’s back in a subconscious, soothing motion, but with those words he slipped it down a bit further and cheekily grabbed his lover’s ass. Blitzø rutted his hips forward into gray feathers at the touch, groaning and needy, his back spikes springing up to attention despite his exhaustion. 

“You can do whatever you want w’me, Stols, but fair warning, I’m gonna be useless,” Blitzø spoke, voice still half-muffled by chest fluff. “So, y’know, up to you.” 

“I think you deserve to be a pillow prince today, my dear Blitzy. An early Sinsmas gift, hm? You’ve been working so hard.”

Stolas ended his declaration with a peck to a painted horn and a gentle pat on the ass, then shuffled the two of them around so that the other was on his back instead. Whining at the loss of contact, Blitzø reached up with grabby hands; their new bed might be nice, but it was no match for soft feathers and a warm body. 

“I’m still here, don’t you worry,” Stolas consoled, leaving brief kisses on red and white knuckles as well. “Let me grab some supplies, I know just the thing you need right now.”

Sinking into the mattress, Blitzø closed his eyes and listened to the click of Stolas’ talons against the wooden floor as he moved around to their stash under the bed. They’d originally kept their shit in the bedside drawer, but after an unfortunate mishap with one of their girls searching for something else and shrieking at what was found instead, they decided it was best to keep it extra fucking hidden. 

Might be a good idea to find somewhere higher for it, though, where curious hands wouldn’t be able to reach once a new family member was added to the mix. If— if they had such luck. Better not to fucking jinx it. 

He heard Stolas sorting through their tub of toys, singing to himself under his breath, and that had Blitzø relaxing once again, letting himself drift a little into that sweet, syrupy space before the bird had even done anything. 

Soon enough, Stolas popped up with a delighted blush visible through his face feathers. It was a good fucking look on him. 

He kneeled onto the bed to crawl up over Blitzø, and with his size it would be easy to feel trapped, but Blitzø only felt safe and secure under those knowing eyes and deceptively strong arms. Ever since Stolas had risked giving up his life for him, since they started working through their shit together, Blitzø had felt nothing but safe. Even with the threat of their pasts looming in the background, allowing himself to be loved and comforted was like the last piece clicking into place, slowly unwinding the tension of a rough life. He could simply fucking relax now, during their rare time off, instead of constantly being on edge about something or other. 

A pitch black hand reached up and proceeded to drag itself ever so lightly down the entirety of Blitzø’s torso, causing goosebumps to crop up alongside the full-body shiver it elicited. He squirmed, desperate to be touched for real. After a moment to let the feeling sit — a too fucking long one — Stolas finally palmed at Blitzø’s sensitive cunt, the warmth a welcome inferno compared to the chill of the air around them. 

“Look at you, darling, already dripping for me,” he said, running his fingers down either side of Blitzø’s folds to spread them apart and put the evidence on display. He spoke in that low, charming lilt that had been finding its place in the bedroom more and more often. They’d figured out that very first night back when things were fucked that Stolas loved letting go himself, but during their extended time together, Blitzø knew the bird had discovered that it was equally enjoyable to handle and care for his lover like this. 

Stolas had struggled to put into words when he’d tried explaining it at the time, but it was pretty fucking easy to understand when thinking about that bitch he’d been stuck with for nearly two decades. 

Far from those memories, he leaned down to nip at a dark pebbled nipple, swiping over it with a thumb to soften the sting, clearly enjoying the way it made Blitzø’s chest rise and stutter in tandem with each pleasurable breath. Stolas’ other hand found its way just over Blitzø’s clit, where two fingers rubbed in a familiar motion. With a whine, Blitzø kicked a leg up out of habit, his tail thumping lazily against the mattress. He was admittedly already horny beyond belief, but also already feeling way more relaxed than earlier in the day. His bird had fucking magical hands, actual magic be damned. 

Before long, Stolas slipped a talon into Blitzø’s wet heat. He had once described the feeling of his insides as tantalizingly velvety, which was a weird fucking way to word it, but Blitzø couldn’t deny that it fit for Stolas’ slit as well. Fuck, now he was thinking about that birdpuss and the gorgeous fucking dick it housed. Maybe he could wake Stolas up with a nice surprise in the morning… 

“Blitzø? Are you still with me?” 

“Mm’yeah,” Blitzø said intelligently. 

Stolas withdrew all contact and tilted his head with a glint in his eyes, previously busy fingers now resting on his thighs and causing feathers to stick together with Blitzø’s slick. “Hmm, perhaps I should simply let you sleep if this isn’t satisfactory enough for you. A shame, truly, considering what I had planned.” 

In an instant Blitzø was pulling those deft hands back towards himself. “Nonono, please keep going. Please, Stols. Feels so good.” 

“Well, if you’re going to beg so prettily…” 

He shoved two talons in this time, all the way up to the knuckle, and curled them up against just the right spot. Blitzø moaned louder than he thought was possible tonight, thighs coming up to squeeze together, but Stolas tutted and pushed them apart again. 

Leaning heavily enough onto Blitzø’s leg to keep it pressed into their bed, he continued to alternate between thrusting into that wet cavern and rubbing at his most sensitive parts. Blitzø knew he would come soon and way too quickly, so instead he tried to focus on the way Stolas was grinding against the bedsheets. 

“You gonna get off before me, huh birdie? You like this pussy that much?” 

Stolas merely glared at him before using his beak to brattily tug at the piercing that was present down there. He then moved to run his tongue over where Blitzø was being penetrated, purposefully sloppy with it, licking up any slick he could find and suckling on his engorged clit like a starved man. All of that, mixed with the insistent pressure of talontips against a certain spongy patch inside of him, had Blitzø’s back arching off the bed as he orgasmed with a surprised gasp. 

Quickly removing his fingers, Stolas replaced them with more of his mouth to taste everything Blitzø gave him and help soothe his lover through the aftershocks. Blitzø couldn’t help the tears that leaked from his eyes and the pathetic noises that fell from his mouth in response to the slimy, wet tongue in his cunt, but he was far past any embarrassment at this point in their relationship. He was on fucking incredible terms with that tongue, thank you very much. 

Once Stolas came up for air and joyfully wiped the excess slick from his face, Blitzø went lax once more with a dreamy smile on his stupid mug. That was a damn good way to end the day, and Stolas was abso-fucking-lutely right that it helped. Now he could drift off to dream land peacefully and would return the favor first thing on Sinsmas morning; indulging in the sin of lust would be just as much a treat for him as it would be for Stolas. 

“Lovely! Now you’re ready, darling.” 

“Yeah, I’m— wait, we’re not done?” Blitzø questioned. “Ready for wh— oh, okay, I see. Fuck yeah, babe.” 

Resting away from the imp on only his knees now, Stolas moaned as he coaxed his cock out from its hidden sheath. Blitzø watched him slowly caress it, squeezing against the ridges on every upstroke with heavy eyelids, and his own belly was already molten with desire again at the sight of his bird feeling himself.

If he was caught drooling at the sight of his favorite cock, fuck you, the fuck were you gonna do about it? No one could speak on his reaction if they hadn’t experienced the first sight of precum beading at the top of Stolas’ fat cockhead, dripping down the shaft to create the lewdest fucking sound with each pump. Blitzø had no shame in making it known that he replayed the visual and auditory masterpiece in his mind when he was alone.

Stolas pressed the tip of his talon into the head’s opening and dug his beak into his lower lip at the unique sensation. He’d once confided to Blitzø that he’d always wanted a Prince Albert but was too scared to get it. Blitzø thought he’d fucking rock it, and the show he was getting now just made him even more sure that Stolas would enjoy the fuck out of it, though having to avoid using his dick during the healing period would fucking suck. At least they had no issues getting creative. 

Blitzø already went through that with his Christina piercing, but that was back as a teen when he wanted to be a little rebellious. He sat up a bit, leaning on his elbows, just to glance down at his own. Hm, he still had his Cum Here bar in… kinda tacky, but Stolas fucking loved it, and it seemed like he would be doing exactly that tonight so at least it was fitting. 

Speaking of— he looked back over to see if that perfect cock was ready. He needed that thing in him now. But to his shock and dismay, Stolas was carefully rolling a condom down his length. 

“Stolas, what— we never use those bitches. I thought we were still trying?” 

“Hm, and I thought you were supposed to just lie there and take what I offer,” Stolas replied with lighthearted haughtiness. “Plus, I don’t hear your safeword.”

Before Blitzø could even think of a retort, Stolas was clicking the cap of their lube bottle closed and prodding slick fingers at his ass. One pressed directly against his entrance and slid in easily enough with the assistance (heh, ass-istance).

“Oh, Christ on a stick. Warn a guy, will you?” Blitzø choked out. “Any particular reason you feel like assplay now after we just shared a fan-fucking-tastic moment in hole numero uno?” 

Stolas merely raised an eyebrow and then added a second finger to better prepare Blitzø. “Color?”

The talons rubbing at his walls were all he needed to be convinced. 

“Fuuuuck, green as a fucking… green apple. ‘Kay, I get it, big bird. I’ll shut up and let you do your thing, whatever that birdbrain of yours has all thinked up.” 

“Thought up, dear,” Stolas gently corrected. 

“I’ve been thotting it up, not my fault you haven’t noticed.” 

Getting laughed at was worth the sight of the crinkle at the corners of Stolas’ eyes and the unfurling of his stunning smile. Satan, Blitzø was so lucky. Who the fuck was he to have this demon by his side, one who genuinely loved him in spite of all his faults? One who was ridiculously smart and breathtakingly beautiful and hot as Hell and oh fuck, that was a dick sliding against his ass. 

Well, Blitzø had plenty of compliments for that dick, too. 

With the measured way Stolas was moving and the look of pure concentration on his face, Blitzø knew he could flip things around if he really wanted to; his birdie was close. But fuck it, he was fuckin’ tired and he did want to be a little goddamn pillow prince for once, sue him. 

Stolas continued to rock his hips, sliding the ridges of his dick in between Blitzø’s drenched folds and mindlessly chasing pleasure. His cockhead bumped against the imp’s still-sensitive clit, and the cry Blitzø let out finally seemed to get his attention. 

After what felt like an agonizingly long time, Stolas took hold of his covered cock and situated it where it needed to be. As the bulbous head popped in with the tiniest bit of pressure, he spread Blitzø’s ass cheeks to fully see himself get lost in that tight heat. Blitzø was equally mesmerized by how fucking erotic Stolas looked, face flushed and beak open to let out tiny little gasps as he watched his dick disappear. If Blitzø had his phone on him, he’d snap a photo just to commit it to memory forever. 

By the time he bottomed out, Blitzø could feel a soaked birdpuss up against his ass. The fucker was truly winning in the crotch department; Blitzø would be set for fucking life if he’d gotten a package deal like that. 

“You feel spectacular, darling,” Stolas said breathily. It sounded like he was about to pass out, honestly. 

“You good up there, birdie?” Blitzø asked, stretching an arm up to push back some unruly feathers that had fallen into his face. “Still green for you too?” 

He watched intently as Stolas nodded and answered, “Yes, green, my apologies for worrying you, dear. It is simply… a lot, following a busy day like today.” After a deep breath, he added, “But I can assure you I am enjoying myself immensely. The joy of having this connection with you, inside you, is something I cherish very deeply.” 

And hell, Blitzø couldn’t deny the love pouring from that beak and all four eyes. At this point he was bound to cry multiple times by the end of their lovemaking session. Stolas let out an oh, Blitzø at whatever his expression gave off and rounded his back like a goddamn contortionist to be able to hug the imp below him, squeezing tight. Blitzø squeezed back, breathing in his scent like always. It remained a comfort, no matter what the context or circumstances were. 

There was a twitch deep inside him, and after that, he couldn’t help interrupting the moment at the reminder that his ass was full. “Sooo, loving the whole weighted blanket thing we got going on right now, but are you still gonna fuck me, babe?” 

Tittering and swatting playfully at him, Stolas righted his torso and reached behind him. He showed off one of their well-used silicone dildos, medium-sized with a simple vibration feature, and Blitzø furrowed his brow. 

“I want you, Stols.”

Stolas booped his snout with an endeared smile. “And I, you. And you’ll get me where I know you truly want me so long as you come once more for me.” 

Before Blitzø could do so much as think of a complaint, he felt the tip of the dildo being edged into his cunt, and fuck, he couldn’t complain too much about being stuffed in multiple holes. Except maybe he could a little if it took too long, because at the end of the day (and it was the end of the day) he was just as desperate as his partner. If he didn’t get that bird’s cum where it counted, then he just might do something drastic. 

“Oh,” Stolas moaned obscenely as he began thrusting both cocks at the same time. “I can feel it from within you. Do you feel how full you are, Blitzy? Are you going to be a good boy and come for me, or will I have to waste my seed in this silly rubber?” 

“Wasn’t my idea to go ass-first, birdbrain.” 

It was getting harder to string together words, but he just wanted to feel his bird’s warmth, directly from the source and where it felt the best. He’d even take it in the mouth if Stolas really wanted to be bitchy about avoiding his pussy tonight! Sometimes, when he was particularly tired of whatever shit was going on in their daily lives, Blitzø fantasized about living off of Stolas’ cum on tap, nothing more than a broodmare waiting to be fed and filled. Days like this made it feel all the more desirable.

Stolas paused his movements with cock and dildo both as deep as possible, stuffing Blitzø to the brim and allowing him a breath to fully take it in. The second he started to pull out, Blitzø shuddered, the sensitivity at the edges of his holes sending sparks through his groin. 

Suddenly, in the next thrust back in, the toy was switched on and the vibrations turned him into putty immediately. It was held in place, the intensity doubled with Stolas pounding into him below.

With one hand splayed wide across Blitzø’s entire torso, Stolas gave all he had and watched as his lover began to spasm. The toy was easy to jolt back into motion and help him ride it out, but Blitzø could tell from Stolas’ reaction that his real cock was constricted so tightly that he nearly came right then. And as much as Stolas teased and threatened it, he knew his bird didn’t actually plan to waste his load; he wanted to be buried in imp pussy just as fucking much. They had a mission to complete, but it was also just really fucking satisfying. 

He was bone tired by now, only piled on by the near-overstimulation, but Blitzø would rather perish than end the night before he got what he was waiting for. “C’mon babe, toy out, big beautiful dick in.” 

“Oh dear, that was more intense than anticipated,” Stolas said, looking as if he had somehow run a marathon with those long bird legs. “Here, let me just…” 

Gently pulling out, he eased the now-still dildo out, too, and stared with wide eyes at the way Blitzø’s hole gaped, strings of slick connected to the silicone. In hardly a split second’s time he threw it to the side, frantically pulled off the condom, and lined up his aching cock. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” Blitzø huffed, using his claws to spread open his lips for easier access. They were puffy from all the friction and he would probably be sore everywhere tomorrow, but it was fucking worth it when Stolas pushed in, bare cock already leaking within. 

They let out a simultaneous, stretched-out fuuuuck as they curled their bodies in towards each other, and for a moment nothing else existed but the place where they were intertwined. 

“Please move or I will explode, and I don’t think you want that without getting your meat milked first.” 

Stolas hooted unabashedly, shaking his head at Blitzø. “Why are you talking about me as if I’m some kind of cattle? Do you want my milk, Blitzy?” 

“I want something from you, alright,” Blitzø muttered and used his hooves for leverage to move his hips. 

Tsking at the audacity, Stolas swooped a leg right out from under him and rested his heel on a feathery shoulder. The imp’s other leg got shoved open to the side again, the talons gripping his thigh just short of painful. With this new position, Stolas had full control and he used that to his advantage, dragging Blitzø’s hips off the mattress as he pulled out and slammed back in. The lewd, wet sound that resulted seemed to echo around them, though it could easily have just been the exhaustion-induced delirium they found themselves in. Sometimes tired fucks were the most rewarding. 

There was no more waiting, only the primal instinct to move together. Blitzø writhed in pleasure as needy little sounds got fucked out of him, one hand gripping the sheets and the other holding onto his own horn. Stolas kept up a harsh, steady pace; the ridges along his cock were always such a damn good textural experience, and they helped keep things interesting no matter what was happening. 

“I’m going to make you round,” Stolas promised roughly, grabbing at the small bit of pudge Blitzø had acquired from taking better care of himself. “Imagine this but full and taut, swollen with life that we’ve created together. I say you’d look even more handsome like that, glowing even.” 

Blitzø knew his face must’ve been flushed like crazy, but he couldn’t deny that he shared Stolas’ little breeding kink. More importantly, though, they’d been trying several months now for a child, to give their daughters a third and grow their family, and while it had so far been unsuccessful, the dirty talk certainly helped ease the anxiety that maybe it wasn’t in the cards for them. 

His eyes flicked over to the box that sat on their nightstand, labeled in all caps as BOI JOOS. Going off of hellosterone for the long months it was taking to conceive was honestly kind of fucking with him, but Stolas never failed to pepper him with just the right compliments. He’d even once said that Blitzø would be the best seahorse daddy ever, which made zero fucking sense because why would he give birth to a bunch of little seahorses— but also fuck yeah, for obvious reasons. 

If Stolas still had his powers he probably could’ve just magicked the fuck out of Blitzø’s womb or something batshit insane like that, but for now they simply had to hope it would stick someday. He wondered if the shitty back alley HRT he’d taken in his twenties had fucked him up for good; it had done nothing but lower his stupid voice, and he certainly hadn’t bothered checking the quality of it. Eventually Blitzø did find a more trustworthy supplier once he settled in one place for long enough, but he couldn’t afford the real official shit until recently. 

He had a good feeling about their attempt this time, though, and if he finally got knocked up then he wouldn’t have to worry whether simply being him fucked up their chances anymore. Even if they could only manage the one pregnancy and no more, that would still make at least three fucking amazing kids in their lives. 

The force with which Stolas fucked into him was enough to draw him out of his thoughts and had Blitzø’s small tits and belly jiggling with the movements, something the bird was often fascinated by. But he was clearly doing his best to multitask, letting his talons graze over that neglected clit instead of only watching Blitzø’s body react to everything. It pulsed under his touch, and another torrent of slick flooded around his cock. 

“Fuck, I swear I didn’t come, you just pushed the pussy juice button.” 

Stolas’ hips faltered as he guffawed. “You never fail to amuse me, darling.” 

A goofy smile was shared but before the owl knew it, the spade of Blitzø’s tail had snaked its way up to Stolas’ own cunt and pressed in, causing him to buck forward hard. 

“Oh!”

Blitzø let his tail copy the motion, and it led Stolas to falter even more, thrusts getting sloppy as the appendage offered another source of gratification. It felt pretty fucking good to the imp, too, with how sensitive the spade was, and the feeling of his tail getting crushed between the slap of their bodies was fucking great. 

Stolas didn’t seem to want to give in: he took a deep breath and then gripped Blitzø’s hips even tighter, giving his lover his full attention regardless of whatever else was happening below his cock. 

“You can play all you want, darling, but tonight we play by my rules.” 

“Mm’kay, didn’t hear anything about tails, though,” Blitzø responded as he removed his and used it to tug at Stolas’ own tail feathers. He squawked at the feeling, and Blitzø just grinned. 

“Will a tail provide us with children? Or is it my cock that will plant a seed in you?” Stolas snarked back. “I believe you know the answer.” 

Snorting, Blitzø let himself go back to simply enjoying the moment. He could act out another time, when he had the energy to keep it up. Stolas’ words were entertaining enough, and he had to admit they worked for him, no matter how corny or clearly stolen from those slutty romance novels his bird liked. 

“I cannot wait to see you be filled, Blitzø. First with my cum, painting your insides, and then with the sprout of an impling that will follow. To see your body change over the months it’ll take to reap what we’ve sown… I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, especially with so much more of you to touch,” he proclaimed, groaning on the emphasized word. 

Blitzø couldn’t help whining in response, the sound cut off by another harsh push into his body. With a simple switch of weight placement, Stolas used a thumb to rub hard against his clit, not that he needed it honestly — Blitzø’s senses were so overwhelmed that he would’ve been able to come untouched, no fuckin’ doubt about it. But he wouldn’t deny Stolas this close to the end, not when he could already tell it would be an intense finish to the night. 

“I’m going to— ah, fill you so, so deeply,” Stolas gritted out as he neared his peak, feathered hips meeting Blitzø’s own soaked ones again and again with every few words that were spoken. “Your belly will swell so delightfully and you’ll be walking around for days with my cum dripping out of you, just to make sure it takes. How’d you like that, Blitzy? Do you want everyone to know you’re mine, that you’re carrying our child? That I fucked you raw and bred you, a wonderful gentleman like yourself?” 

And, well, Blitzø was a simple man. He was squirting around Stolas’ cock before the horny monologue was even finished, letting the euphoric feeling take over his entire body as he pictured the described fantasy. 

Until recent years, Blitzø had barely ever even made it past the underweight margin, always too short on money and resources to stay comfortably fed, and that combined with the athleticism required of his work left him lightly toned but never pudgy with indulgence. And, if he were real fucking honest, he never thought he’d have a long-term partner who respected him enough to fuck a baby into him and then still call him a handsome stallion. 

But the idea of him growing fat with child, his belly extending much further than the way it had started to fill out just to nurture a new life, Stolas caressing the stretched skin and talking to their baby as their adult girls watched on in embarrassed endearment… it was hard to think of anything more he wanted in that moment. 

His tail gave a final erratic push deep into Stolas’ puss, and soon Stolas was filling him with hot bird cum. He paused for only a second, then fucked the fluid further into Blitzø, and the sight of his release painting his moving cock caused Blitzø to fire off one more weak orgasm, body tingling all the way down to his hooves. 

Finally Stolas let his hips sit motionless against Blitzø’s, feathers to tough skin as he bent forward to lie on top of him. Blitzø could feel both of their cunts pulsing just as he could their hearts. 

They remained in place for a few quiet moments, Stolas’ throbbing cock continuing to release smaller spurts of cum every so often as their hearts settled. He could feel his belly distending ever so slightly, reveling in the image even without seeing it. Blitzø had a hand in Stolas’ head feathers, scratching at his scalp where he knew the bird liked it. They were often content to rest while indulging in a little cockwarming, especially these days when every drop of babymaking juice was important. 

Eventually it was time to part, however, and when Stolas began to pull out, globs of viscous cum dribbled out without anything to hold it in. Giving up on any kind of decorum — whether he even had any in the first place was debatable — Stolas lowered himself and lapped at it before it could drip any further, using his tongue to push some of it back into Blitzø’s cunt. 

“Fuck, birdie, I don’t think I can go again,” Blitzø whined. He patted the mound of his pussy and added, “This bad boy is all out of service for now.” 

Stolas barely acknowledged him, still busy plugging him up (or feasting, Blitzø couldn’t really tell at this point). He fucking loved how sex like this brought out the mating instincts in his partner, and truthfully both of them were usually up for way more, but tonight he just didn’t have it in him.

“Oookay, that’s enough, Stols, let’s get ready for bed,” he said while pulling Stolas up by the scruff of his neck. The owl let out an annoyed chitter but relented, looking ridiculous with cum and slick all over his shiny beak. “With how much you fucking pumped into me I bet there’ll still be some in the morning you can scoop out for breakfast, how about that? Orrr I can find a creative way to wake you up,” he suggested with an eyebrow waggle. 

It seemed to work, as Stolas roughly grabbed a handful of wipes to at least clean up their outsides and make sure his softened dick was safely back in its slit before poking at Blitzø's piercing with a sated smirk. Then he proceeded to flop down, half on top of the smaller imp again. His messy head feathers tickled Blitzø’s chin and a hand absentmindedly kneaded one of his tits like a stress ball, but Blitzø wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He ached in all the best ways, dreaming of a future where they would be woken up by small hands upon their faces come the next morning. This would be followed by the girls barging into their room, trying to hide their excitement at the holiday but failing because they finally had something fucking good to look forward to, a better life built out of resilience and love. They’d all sip on hot cocoa and sit on the floor to open Sinsmas presents, Loona and Via helping their baby sibling tear into wrapping paper that had never stood a chance against little talons and sharp fangs. Maybe Blitzø would gift Stolas a voucher for a highly-rated piercing shop, or some kind of extravagant spa package so that he could have a well-deserved Sloth getaway.

But for now, after what was sure to be an equally exciting start to the day, he would simply bask in the joy and fulfillment that his family already had, reaching levels he had never thought possible for himself. 

Blitzø turned his head to kiss an already snoozing Stolas between his top eyes and drifted off into a restful sleep, happy and full.