Author's Note: My take on the "real fast" scene in the season two premiere. SEASON TWO?!
Disclaimer: Helluva Boss © VivziePop
Blitzo slowly backed away from the window, the gleaming escape looking all the more enticing the further and further he moved away from it and toward the tied-up, blindfolded owl.
"Oh, Blitzy~" Stolas cooed. "Don't keep me waiting much longer. I don't know if I can take it."
Blitzo crinkled his forehead and shut his eyes. Okay. The sooner he fucked this horned-up Goetia prince, the sooner he could slip out of there with the Grimoire. His arms instinctively tightened around the thick, precious book. The realm to the living world. What possibilities it would open for his currently hanging-by-a-pubic-hair assassination company. Fuck his life for going freelance, but if he could pull this off, he knew things would start to change for the better. Maybe then he'd finally get the respect he deserved.
Holding his breath, Blitzo laid the book on the ground and slid it underneath the foot of the bed. He kept an eye on Stolas, who squirmed like a giddy school girl about to get fingered for the first time. Part of him wanted to bail right then and there, but he looked so motherfucking excited he just couldn't do that to the poor guy. Besides, between his flushed face and erratic breathing, it was clear he was already hurtling toward completion, so this quite literally was going to be the quickest fuck-fest he'd ever performed.
With the book now out of his grasp and tucked safely beneath the bed, Blitzo willed himself to cast all his focus on the spread-eagle owl aching for some more stimulation. He climbed onto the bed, and Stolas instantly perked up, a large grin curling over his feathered face. With a resolute sigh, Blitzo dug his claws into the mattress and leapt with all fours, landing on top of Stolas' chest. A sprawling laugh rippled through the air as Stolas writhed with merriment.
"Why, Blitz, you're so nimble," he said. "Like a sexy little kitty cat."
Blitzo smirked, deciding to lean into it, because hey, he might as well have some fun here. He scurried up the length of Stolas' torso and paused to scrape a claw along his chin, leaning in to purr against his ear.
"You've got that right, Your Majesty."
"Ooh," Stolas said with a shudder. His face turned a bright shade of pink as Blitzo dragged his hand across his jaw. "I must say, just feeling your touch and hearing your voice without being able to see anything at all… I've never been so titillated. Please, Blitz… Touch me more."
"Hey, I'm the one in charge here, remember?" Blitzo said. He took hold of Stolas' chin, pressing his claws into the side of his face with just enough pressure so as not to penetrate him. Yet. "And I say you've been a naughty owl."
"Oh," Stolas crooned, arching his back. "Yes, indeed I have. I suppose that means you're going to… punish me?"
His voice had dropped an octave, and Blitzo's eyes popped for a split-second. Holy fuck, was this guy repressed. He slid a finger down the length of his neck, eliciting another shiver from him. Finally, Blitzo brought his mouth to his ear and murmured in a throaty voice, "I'll show you what I'm gonna do to you."
With a flash of his sharpened teeth, he chomped down onto Stolas' neck once more, this time sucking in a mouthful of feathers with such urgency, it was as if he were attempting to suck out the poison from a deadly snake bite. Stolas cried out in ecstasy, the vibration buzzing against Blitzo's mouth, encouraging him to suck harder. He swept his tongue over his slick feathers, licking him up and down.
His own internal temperature spiking, Blitzo hastily shoved a hand into his pants and started stroking himself. His other hand dug into Stolas' chest, and the owl instinctively tugged at his restraints. All at once, Blitzo grabbed him by the wrist and removed his mouth from his neck.
"Ah, ah, ah," he said in a gruff voice as he continued jerking himself off. His eyes instinctively flickered to the ground, where he could see the spine of the Grimoire poking out from beneath the bed. "You're not going anywhere."
"Mmm, of course not," Stolas said. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
Half-hard and pumping himself with more speed, Blitzo crawled down Stolas' torso and directed all his attention to his pants. He cupped Stolas over his pants with his free hand. He felt the owl stiffen at the contact, though he didn't move beyond that. Blitzo took it as a cue to slip his hand inside, inserting a claw into the wet heat of Stolas' cloaca. His mouth popped open as he arched his back again.
"Fuuuuck, yes," he moaned as Blitzo slid his finger back and forth along his inner walls.
"You like this, huh, bitch?" Blitzo rasped, quickly adding a second finger.
"Y-es," Stolas choked out, a new breathlessness to his voice. "Very much."
"Good," Blitzo said with a sick smirk, thrusting a third finger inside and quickening his pace. "Now, cum for Daddy."
Stolas drew his bottom lip inward, his shoulders tensing as he craned his long neck and shook his head. "I can't," he said coyly. "Not until your hard, throbbing cock is inside me."
Blitzo winced at Stolas' eagerness. He was certainly no fucking prude, but it was almost overwhelming to be wanted so desperately and hungrily by someone, let alone a guy he'd only hung out with once, over a quarter of a century ago. Back when he was nothing more than a naïve kid still dumb enough to believe all his dreams could come true. Not to mention Stolas, a then painfully lonely kid who had nothing to cling to but the endless worlds and fantasies inside his many, many books. But there was only one book Blitzo cared about, and the only thing standing in his way from sneaking out of here with it in his possession was to get off its owner, who was currently thrashing beneath him with mounting pleasure, desperate for release. Desperate to be wanted.
He shook off the sudden realization that he couldn't remember anyone who'd ever wanted him this badly in his entire pathetic life.
Fuck, Stolas.
Blitzo's breathing grew ragged as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of Stolas, all the while jerking himself off despite the fact that he was now rock-hard. In a blind frenzy, he withdrew both his hands and tore off Stolas' clothes before shedding himself free of his own, exposing his aching member. He already knew the owl was more than ready for him with how easily he was able to glide his fingers in and out of his wet hole, but he still felt the need to warn him about what he was about to do to him.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless," Blitzo said, filled with raging lust. "You're going to be sore for a whole fucking week when I'm through with you."
"Mmm, yes, do it, Blitzy!" Stolas begged. "Take me now."
Blitzo obliged, entering him in one smooth, deep thrust. He immediately felt Stolas clench around him, and the abrupt sensation of his wet heat overcame him for a dizzying, sensuous moment. He shook his head forcefully, clearing the fog of pleasure from his mind as he thrust into Stolas so hard the entire bed shook beneath them.
Stolas' mouth dropped open as the sound of a resounding moan tore from his throat. Blitzo was quick to build up his pace, drilling in and out of Stolas with more and more force behind each and every thrust. He groaned harshly, his animalistic urges taking over as he grasped Stolas' thighs.
"You're so fucking wet," Blitzo said through gritted teeth.
"And you're so fucking incredible," Stolas said. He jerked his hips to meet Blitzo's increasingly frantic movements, adding to the delicious friction building between them. His mouth curved up again, voice dipping into a sweet, seductive cadence as he added, "I'm all yours, darling."
Blitzo's rhythm unexpectedly slowed down, while his heartbeat only sped up. Dirty talk was one thing, but sappy, intimate shit? He was hardly used to that. In fact, he found that type of lovey-dovey crap downright revolting. But, he couldn't help but admit it felt different in this case. There was something in Stolas' voice, a sincerity and a sense of deep-rooted affection that was seeping into Blitzo's brain, making it difficult to concentrate on brutally fucking him into oblivion.
With a deep growl, Blitzo sped up his pace into a relentless, frenzied fucking. He felt sweat collecting on his forehead and his heart thudding wildly as he watched Stolas twist and turn before him in mounting pleasure.
"Holy fucking shit, yes!" he moaned, on the verge of convulsing. "Keep going, Blitz. I'm almost there, I—oh, FUCK YES!"
His body went rigid for a fleeting second, while Blitzo kept rocking his hips against him even as Stolas' feathers bristled and his body erupted. He threw his head back, letting out a rich, emphatic groan of pleasure as he reached his climax at long last. When he dropped his head forward, the blindfold around his eyes loosened and gently fell away, exposing his glowing, half-lidded eyes. Blitzo felt his pulse jump, dumbstruck by this look of complete and utter rapture.
Stiffening suddenly, he let out a loud groan as he found his release, his orgasm ripping through him with the force of a tidal wave crashing over him in a flash of blinding ecstasy.
"Yes, cum for me, Blitz!"
Blitzo shut his eyes as staring into Stolas' lustrous red eyes became too much to bear. He finished thrusting his hips as he rode out the waves of his intense high. The sound of his heavy panting rang out in his ears as he slowed down his rhythm until his limbs finally gave out beneath him. He collapsed on top of Stolas' chest, their bodies buzzing in post-fuck euphoria. All he could do was lie there and gradually steady his breathing while his heart pounded away against the current of Stolas' chest heaving beneath his limp, sweaty body.
A pair of gentle hands came down to touch his back, and Blitzo flinched and blinked his eyes open, only to be met by a tender look on Stolas' face. It took him a second to realize that Stolas had untied himself. He could've done so at anytime, it seemed. He didn't have a chance to dwell on the implications of what that meant as Stolas now stroked a hand down the length of his spine, making him shudder with a new kind of pleasure. A low purr bubbled up from the back of his throat before he could stop himself.
"That was absolutely amazing," Stolas said with such warmth it would've made Blitzo uncomfortable if he weren't so distracted by his gentle caress. "I never thought I could experience such unbridled passion. It's the kind of night one can only dream of. I'll never forget it for as long as I live. I suppose there's nothing more I can say except… Thank you."
Blitzo swallowed a lump suddenly thickening in his throat. He averted his eyes from Stolas' penetrating gaze, only for them to land on the Grimoire peaking out beneath the bed. Waiting.
"Yeah, uh… Don't mention it."
He couldn't bring himself to look Stolas in the eye, afraid he might feel something. Guilt. Or maybe something else entirely.
"Blitz, may I… kiss you?"
Blitzo froze, snapping his eyes back to Stolas in spite of himself. The owl sat there, a beguiling smile stretching across his face. He'd just fucked this guy's brains out, and now he was politely requesting permission to kiss him? Was he really that terrified of rejection?
You know all about that, don't you, Blitz-oh? a cruel voice whispered sharply in the back of his mind. Never enough, no matter how hard you try.
He sucked in a breath, warding off the rush of tears that threatened to reach his eyes. He took in Stolas—his ruffled feathers, his illuminating, crimson eyes, his pointed lips, beckoning him against his better judgment.
Blitzo's eyes fell shut of their own accord as he and Stolas both leaned in until their lips touched in a gentle grazing. Neither one added more pressure at first, as if simply teasing, waiting for the other to make a real move. A jolt of electricity shot down Blitzo's spine as he roughly cupped Stolas' face and tugged him down closer. Their tongues met, twisting together in a heated dance. Blitzo could taste the distinct burning flavor of absinthe on Stolas' tongue.
Holy shit.
The prince's long arms came up to drape around him, enveloping his body in a protective cocoon. Blitzo grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him back down on the bed, deepening the kiss. The sound of Stolas humming in enjoyment made him moan in return. He couldn't remember the last time he'd made out with someone for this long, especially not after sex.
Their tongues swirled in each other's mouths until Blitzo's lungs craved oxygen, and he finally broke the kiss with a much-needed intake of air. Stolas' shining red eyes fluttered open, and Blitzo found himself staring into their hypnotic beauty even as he inwardly cringed at himself.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
"That was intoxicating," Stolas said. "You certainly did quite a number on me. I'm going to sleep extremely well tonight."
Sleep! Perfect. The sooner Stolas fell asleep, the sooner Blitzo could grab the fucking book and finally high-tail it out of there.
Stolas stretched his arms over his head, reaching out to lightly stroke one of Blitzo's horns. Blitzo immediately stiffened again, a salacious shiver racing down his spine. What was up with Stolas feeling the need to pet him so goddamn much?
Shut the fuck up, you know you're enjoying it.
Blitzo chalked up his inner voice hurling bullshit at him to nothing more than post-coital exhaustion. Yet, he held still even when Stolas' eyelids began to droop until his hand eventually fell away and tucked beneath his pillow.
This was his chance. All he had to do was slip out of bed, get dressed, grab the book and—
Stolas yawned.
"Goodnight, Blitzy."
Blitzo released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, watching as Stolas fell into a well-deserved slumber, a relaxed grin upon his face.
He was completely in the clear now, but for some insane reason, he couldn't bring himself to move from the bed. Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to snuggle into the warmth of Stolas' chest. A super quick power nap, and he'd be out of there in no time.
"Goodnight… Stolas."
He drifted off to a heavy sleep.