Smut ahead! You Have been warned!
Their kissing soon turned more heated, Blitz's wandering hands slipping inside Stolas's robe and snaking around to rub teasingly over his cloaca under the base of his tail, electing a pleased moan from the bird.
"Blitzy.." the Prince's needy voice sent a shiver of pleasure down Blitz's spine as Stolas squirmed, trying to press himself closer to Blitz's touch.
"Someone's a horny little bitch," Blitz teased, fingers continuing to stroke lazy circles inside him, "Hows about I make up for last night, hm?"
Stolas moaned at first but then shook his head, bracing his hands on Blitz's chest and pulling away.
"N-no, wait."
Blitz frowned as he stopped his ministrations, pulling back.
"What's wrong?" He asked, not used to the resistance from the owl, "If you're worried about me, don't be. I took my medicine like a big boy, and I'm ready to play."
"It's not that, My dear," Stolas replied, "Although I'm glad to hear you're feeling better."
"What's the problem then?"
"You always take such good care of me, Blitzy," The owl answered, eyes still filled with want as he brought his hand down to rest against the sizable bulge in the imps pants, "I want tonight to be all about you."
Blitz's eyes widened slightly.
"You sure?" he asked, "Cause I can-"
His words cut off as Stolas caught him in a passionate kiss, his hand rubbing against his already tight pants, causing his dick to harden even more. Without further prompting, Blitz quickly discarded the rest of his clothes, allowing Stolas to lift him higher on the bed and lay him on his back.
Stolas then started kissing Blitz's neck, moving down his chest to his stomach, which he kissed extra tenderly. Blitz shivered again, eyes misting over slightly at the affectionate display.
'fucking hormones'
Then Stolas went down on him further, very slowly inching his mouth down Blitz's shaft, open-mouthed, creating tingling with his soft wet tongue. Moving up, from front to sides, as if french kissing it with adoration.
When his mouth reached the head, he circled it with his tongue teasingly, the tip dipping into the tiny hole, where a drop of precum was already sitting, waiting to be licked up.
Blitz moaned and bucked, his hands finding their way to the back of the owl's head and pressing gently, encouraging him to take him deeper.
Stolas took the hint, and Blitz sucked in a quick breath when the owl took his entire shaft into his mouth.
"Fuck, Stolas..."
Stolas slid his mouth up and down and up and down, and on the next down, he thrust his head all the way. Having most of the imps length down his throat created a ton of saliva, leaving Stolas's mouth dripping wet. He took advantage of this by repeatedly pushing that wetness up and down Blitz's shaft with his closed, sucking mouth, taking pleasure in the sounds it elected from the imp.
Stolas's wet mouth then found a rhythm that built, and built, as he gradually increased the pace. Blitz was breathing rapidly, thrusting his cock into Stolas's mouth in rhythm with the Prince's head bobbing.
"Fuck...s-stolas...gnngh..I'm gonna..."
With a cry of ecstasy and one final thrust, Blitz came.
Stolas diligently swallowed every last drop.
"Shit..," Blitz panted as he collapsed on his back, covering his face as if embarrassed, "I can't believe I came that fucking fast. Fuck."
Stolas chuckled lowly, licking the last remnants of cum from his beak.
"I'm just that good, my darling," he cooed, moving to lay down next to the imp.
Blitz then started laughing, at first quietly, but then it built, sounding slightly hysterical.
Stolas tilted his head at him.
"What's so funny?"
Uncovering his face, Blitz turned to look over at him, eyes half-masked and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Stolas had never seen anything so lovely in his entire life.
"We're gonna have a kid," the imp said, and suddenly he was laughing again, "Satan, that's so fucking bizarre."
"I must admit it is rather surprising," The owl said, propping his head up on his hand, "I hadn't known male imps were even capable."
"fuck, me neither," Blitz admitted, "Apparently, it's pretty damn rare. Go figure."
"Hmm," the owl hummed as he reached over with his other hand to lay over Blitz's stomach, "How do you feel about all this? really?"
Blitz sobered up instantly.
"Honestly? I'm still trying to wrap my fucking head around it," he answered, looking up at the ceiling, "But I always wanted kids, ya know. Adopting Loona was one of the happiest days of my life."
"I felt the same when Via was born," Stolas said, "I do wonder how she'll take the news."
"Yeah, I get the impression I'm not her favorite person," Blitz replied, "But I wouldn't worry about it too much. Kids can surprise you. Loona seems pretty excited about being a big sister."
"Via always did want siblings," Stolas revealed, "But her mother and I...we...it just wasn't..."
"Hey," Blitz grabbed the hand over his stomach and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "You don't have to explain shit to me."
Stolas blinked at the imp, stunned for a moment, then with teary eyes, he leaned over and ducked his head under Blitz's chin, curling his body close to his, long legs tucked under him. Their hands parted as Stolas wrapped his arms around the imp's waist and nuzzled into his chest.
Slowly, hesitantly, Blitz's own arms came around him.
"Is this okay?" The owl asked, his voice muffled.
"Uh, yeah, it's fine," Blitz replied, sounding slightly unsure, "Just not usually the cuddling type."
Stolas frowned, starting to pull back, but Blitz tightened his hold.
"No, don't," the imp replied before sighing, "I said I wanted to try this whole couple thing with you, and I meant it."
Stolas tilted his head to look up, and Blitz shifted his weight as he looked down at the owl with a strained half-smile.
"I'm not good with this kinda shit," He admitted, "You're just gonna have to be patient with me, pretty bird."
The affectionate name caused a blush to spread over the Prince's feathered cheeks.
Blitz smirked, looking pleased.
"You like me calling you that, pretty bird?"
Stolas nodded meekly.
"I'll be sure to change the name in my contacts later."
The owl let out a pleased little hoot and leaned his head back against Blitz's bare chest. Blitz shifted his weight to the side, reaching down briefly to pull the cover over them and yawning as he curled into the embrace.
After a few quiet moments together, the owl asked, "How long do imps stay pregnant? I'm afraid I'm rather ignorant on the subject."
Blitz blinked, having almost drifted off to sleep.
"Oh, uh, six months, I think," he answered, "But this kid is only gonna be half imp, so who the fuck even knows. How long did it take with your kid?"
"One month before Stella laid the egg and three more months before she hatched."
"I'm not laying a fucking egg," Blitz griped.
Stolas chuckled.
"I'm well aware, my dear," the Prince replied, "It's far more likely the pregnancy will be more consistent with your imp biology. I'll have to read up on the subject."
"You and your damn books," Blitz said, a note of affection in his voice before he yawned.
"Are you tired, darling?" the owl asked, pulling back enough to look up at the imp.
"I'm fucking exhausted," Blitz complained, frowning in annoyance, "Don't know why; you're the one who did all the work."
"You're pregnant, my dear," the owl told him, quietly amused.
"Yeah, yeah, so I keep being reminded," Blitz replied before suddenly cursing, "Fuck, I just realized I'm gonna have to stop smoking and drinking. God damn it. And I could really go for a cigarette right about now too."
"Is there something else I could get you instead?" Stolas asked, pulling away from the imp to sit up in bed, "Perhaps something to eat? or drink?"
"You're not my servant, Stolas,"
"No, but I am your partner now," The owl declared, sounding ridiculously proud of the fact, "And as such, it is both my duty and privilege to take care of you."
Blitz blinked. Having spent most of his life looking out for himself, the concept of someone else doing so -actually wanting to do so- was both strange and oddly comforting.
"Privilege, huh?" Blitz said, sitting up and considering the Prince's offer, "I guess I am kind of thirsty. Haven't had much to drink today, to be honest."
The owl was instantly on his feet, hastily pulling on his robe.
"I'll get you some water straight away," he replied, "We don't need you getting dehydrated."
"I'm not-"
"Be back in a jiffy!"
The owl hurried out of the room, returning moments later with the tallest glass of water Blitz had ever seen.
"Fuck, Stolas, why not bring the whole damn sink in here," He quipped.
"Oh, don't be silly," The owl replied, handing him the glass.
It wasn't until he took the first sip did he realize just how thirsty he really was. The water wet his dry mouth and felt cool and refreshing as it slid down his throat. Before he even realized it, he was guzzling the whole thing, some of the water escaping and dripping down his chin.
"Fuck," he gasped as he finished, "That was good."
Stolas immediately offered to refill it for him, but Blitz waved him off, handing him back the empty glass and fighting back another yawn.
"You're more than welcome to spend the night again," the owl offered, a hopeful look on his face.
"Hm, two nights in a row? You sure you won't get sick of me?" Blitz lightly joked.
"Never."
The Prince's sincere tone had Blitz looking away, a light blush against his cheeks as he nonchalantly agreed to stay. Stolas let out a pleased sound as he slid in beside him, surprising the imp by leaning over to kiss his cheek before snuggling back down in the bed, reaching out an arm invitingly.
Insides squirming and a blush still bright on his face, Blitz laid back down, cuddling up close to the owl, who immediately took him in his arms.
"Are you comfortable, my dear?" Stolas asked.
"Uh, yeah," Blitz answered softly, "Ya know, you're pretty good at the couple-ly type stuff."
The owl laughed softly.
"Only with you, darling."
"If you say so, pretty bird."
Blitz smiled at the pleasing little hoot the nickname caused, relaxing more against the warm feathers on Stolas's chest and closing his tired eyes.
'I could get used to this,' he thought before he drifted off to sleep.