Notes: Blitzo and Stolas have a dinner date together that goes very wrong. It gets a bit angsty and a bit smutty too. It was a ton of fun writing each of their inner dialogues.
Stolas couldn't believe Blitzo had actually said yes to his date idea. He was wearing his best attire, the same outfit that he wore at Ozzy's.
Currently he was in the library, making sure the entire palace was spotless when he noticed a book missing. He looked around briefly before noticing one on the nearby counter. It was a spell book and…
Oh.
It was the one he left out after the incident at Ozzy's, still open on the same page as the last time he saw it.
It was a passage about Asmodean crystals, a way for Blitzo to get to the human realm on his own...without the need for the grimoire.
Stolas's throat felt like it was closing, he started getting choked up. But before tears could well in his eyes, Stolas shut the book and shoved it back on the shelf.
That...stung but tonight was going to be a good night, right?
Before he could mull on his feelings, Stolas heard the familiar chime of the doorbell. He shook away his thoughts and rushed to the door.
He opened it to find his familiar imp...boyfriend? Boytoy?
"Blitzo, it's a pleasure to see you!"
Blitzo was also in his familiar garb from the night at Ozzy's.
"Seems like we both had the same idea," Blitzo chuckled, looking at Stolas's outfit before looking down at his own.
"Come, come, before the supper gets cold!" Stolas said, motioning Blitzo to the dining room.
The dining room was extravagant, much like everything else in the palace. The table felt overly long, too long to pass things between guests.
Must be a rich people thing, Blitzo thought.
He took a seat and admired the meal of the night. A large portion of meat, likely from some underworld monster, along with a portion of greens and potatoes, with a mint jelly as an aside.
I swear rich people and their mint jelly.
"I wasn't quite sure what to bring out of the cellar, so I brought a variety of alcohol for your choosing," Stolas said, somewhat nervously.
Don't fuck this up Stolas, not like Ozzy's, he thought.
"So, care for a drink?" Stolas asked, pouring glasses for the both of them. Blitzo took his share and the two started their meal.
"So, uh, Stolas..." Blitzo began.
Think of a conversation topic dumb-dumb, don't blow this!
"You happen to...learn any new spells as of late?"
Oh God bad topic! You're supposed to be blowing him not blowing this date!
"Oh I...just so happened to be putting away some books in the library before you arrived."
Don't bring up the crystals, don't bring up the crystals, do not bring up the crystals.
"What were they about?"
Damnit!
"Oh, nothing in particular, just something about magical items. More wine? Ooor something different?"
The pair were both nervous, each one not wanting to screw up the date.
"Sure, sure."
They continued their meal, silverware scraping and clattering against their plates. The dinner continued relatively uneventfully for a while.
Blitzo looked up from his plate to sip at his drink when he happened to notice how off Stolas seemed.
Stolas tore away at his portion of meat like, well, an owl. He then began to pour himself a glass of absinthe.
Must be his favorite.
But he continued, pouring another glass, then almost wondering if he should take it straight from the bottle.
"You enjoying yourself over there?"
"Y-yes Blitzo."
"You alright?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Stolas answered jovially.
Once the dinner was finished, the two decided to retreat to the bedroom, both sitting at the foot of the bed. Stolas was somewhat leaning his body on Blitzo.
"Blitzy can I be honest with you right now? You're looking quite sexy." Stolas said, clearly showing he had a bit to drink.
Oh yeah, he was that kind of drunk.
"It's a shame those clothes of yours'll have to come off."
"Stolas...are you alright, you need a minute?"
"No, no I'm fine, Blitzy."
That pet name started to come out more when he was intoxicated.
"Please, come and kiss me," Stolas begged.
The two locked lips, being much more messy than how it was when they were sober. They traveled to the middle of the bed, Stolas cradled beneath Blitzo. They paused for a moment.
"Blitzo, fuck me..please. I-I want you so badly. "
"You sure? You're..inebriated, to put it lightly."
"I don't care."
They gravitated towards each other's lips again, this time adding their tongues into the equation. The pair held each other close and began grinding against one another.
"Oh Blitzy!"
They hastily took off each other's clothes, starting with the shirts. Blitzo felt like trying something from the make-up sesh. He went toward Stolas's neck and bit down hard.
"Holy fuck! Yes!"
Blitzo left love bites down Stolas's torso. He then shimmied down the rest of Stolas's outfit, revealing the owl-demon's length. But, he was pretty much flaccid.
"Got a case of brewer's droop 'ey Stolas?"
"That's not a problem is it?"
It was not, or so Blitzo thought.
Blitzo took the demon's length in hand and started to tease his tip, swirling his forked tongue around his slit, causing moans of delight from his partner. He gave gentle kisses and teases before engulfing the head fully, slurping and snaking around his tongue.
"Blitzo!"
He continued, slowly taking in the length of the shaft.
"Oh, yes!"
Blitzo began bobbing his head up and down the length of Stolas's dick, slowly at first but then quickly picking up speed.
"Blitzo! I want more of you!" Stolas moaned, now grasping tightly at Blitzo's horns. He pushed Blitzo's head deeper, taking in more of his cock.
"Blitzo, Blitzo, Blitzo!" Stolas chanted.
Blitzo deepthroated Stolas's length faster and more vigorously.
"Blitzo I- no I-I can't."
Blitzo stopped sucking him off, freeing his mouth from Stolas's cock.
"What's up? Is it the alcohol or..."
"No it-it's nothing," Stolas said, starting to hide his head in shame.
"Stolas," Blitzo said sternly. "You know we gotta communicate. What's going on?"
"It's...a lot of things."
"Break it down for me."
"Well, there's the whole situation with us and what exactly we are...then there's..." He cleared his throat. "The incident at Ozzy's..."
"Holy shit, you too? Thank God!" Blitzo spat out. "That's all I could think about since I got here! I didn't wanna fuck up like that again."
"I was thinking the exact same as you! I didn't want a mess like that again either so I tried to keep it together this whole time," Stolas cooed back. " But... there's more."
"Oh?"
"After that horrendous date, I so happened upon a passage in one of my books."
"The one you were talking about before?"
"Yes." Stolas sighed. "It entails some information about Asmodean crystals which...allow the user access to the human realm without the need of a grimoire."
"Oh. Were you planning on giving those to me?"
"I-I don't know."
"Christ...that's a lot to take in. I'm guessing you don't want me to finish?" Blitzo asked.
"No, I'm quite alright. I guess while you're still here we could maybe...cuddle?"
Blitzo ruffled the feathers on Stolas's head with his hand. "You're gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow."
The two laughed, got in prime cuddling position, with Stolas as the big spoon and soon drifted off to sleep.