A/N:

I have to do so much research on their Voxstagrams to try and form any sort of timeline, ugh! If you haven't already, I suggest going to their Instas because they're too cute, and also for more context behind what I'm writing about. And you would not believe how long it is until Stolas' full moon deal is; I honestly thought I'd get there this chapter but nope! Anyway, enjoy!

Stolas quickly found calling Blitzo and flirting with him to make him flustered was one of his favorite activities. The imp always reacted so well to his advancements; it was hardly his fault. For this reason (and maybe a few others), he made sure to call him several times a week.

Another interesting development with Blitzo was that Stolas had begun to find him in his palace. More than once, the prince would be going about his day and see Blitzo and maybe even his little workers running about. One afternoon, they'd even made themselves at home and gone swimming in the pool out back. Stolas had taken a picture, of course, and uploaded it to his Voxtagram in response to Blitzo's own post. Stolas wasn't ashamed to admit he'd spent a lot more time than necessary admiring the lanky imp from afar. He was so cute when he was having fun—or anytime, really, and the fact that Blitzo was ending up more and more involved (even if he was just sneaking into the palace to have his own fun) in Stolas' world made the prince exceedingly happy. He wished the imp would actively visit him when he came because for the most part, Blitzo didn't even talk to him. While this in itself was somewhat of a disappointment, Stolas was just glad that Blitzo was comfortable enough to at least come around.

The only problem, however, was his wife. If Stella saw Blitzo or his little workers running amuck, she'd have a conniption. After the first time Stolas noticed the imp slinking about at his palace, he'd called him later that day and spoken to him about avoiding Stella. So far, it seemed as though Blitzo had listened to the advice, for his wife had said nothing. The servant imps they employed had also been okayed to Blitzo and his gang's presence, so there truly was little stopping Stolas' little lover.

Which meant it fit right into the expected when Blitzo suddenly appeared one night as Stolas was sitting on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror. The prince's eyes lit up as he just barely caught sight of the imp in the reflection.

"Blitzy~! You should have told me you were stopping by!" Stolas said as he walked out from the bathroom into the bedroom. Blitzo jumped, startled, peeking up from where he was concealed behind the bed.

"I'm not—how did you know I was here? I was being quiet!" Blitzo snapped. "And why are you naked?!" He averted his eyes and stood up, a hint of a blush visible on the white side of his face.

"Well, my sneaky little imp, I saw you out of the corner of my eye." Stolas sashayed closer to him, long tail feathers sweeping the ground. "As for why I'm nude—do I need a reason?" He let out a laugh. "In all seriousness, I was just about to begin preening, and it is an activity that's easier without restrictions."

Stolas sat on the bed and leaned his upper body toward Blitzo. The imp glanced over to an eyeful of chest plumage and flushed harder, looking away again.

"Oh, now, Blitzy, if you want to look, you can," Stolas purred.

"Fucking stop," Blitzo growled. He shoved himself away from the bed and made to go toward the door.

"Wait, Blitzo!" Stolas threw out a hand, brushing the imp's arm. Blitzo actually stopped, to both their surprise. "You never spend any time with me when you're here. Why don't we relax together?"

"So you can just make sex jokes all night?" The imp curled his upper lip in a snarl. "I'm not in the mood to fuck, anyway."

Stolas shook his head, a small smile on his face. "I won't, I promise. And besides, I had a long day of boring meetings; I'm not looking to have sex. I was just going to preen and go to bed." He cocked his head. "Why are you here, anyway?"

Blitzo crossed his arms with a grumble. "I forgot my gloves here earlier."

"Ah, well then, I can help find them, if you'd like? And maybe . . . you could stay and talk with me for a while?" Stolas asked, hopeful.

Blitzo glanced over, eyeing the prince up and down. He didn't say anything for a long moment before finally sighing.

"Fine! I'll fucking stay. But I don't wanna hear any lewd shit, got it?" Blitzo snapped. His tail lashed angrily behind him.

"Of course, Blitzy." Stolas let out a trill of happiness and tilted his head toward the bathroom. "Would you like to learn how to preen?"

"Why?"

"Why ever not?"

Blitzo blinked, leveling the prince with a perplexed expression.

"Because you want to fuck me, like, all the time. Why would you want to do anything else with me?" Blitzo asked.

"Because I enjoy your company? I know I may be a bit . . . overboard, sometimes, with my flirting, but I'd like to get to know you better, Blitzy," Stolas responded. "Is that so wrong?"

Blitzo didn't say anything. His expression was unreadable.

"I'll go grab the preening oil," Stolas said as he stood up. He fetched the bottle from the bathroom and came back to find Blitzo now sitting on the bed. "Would you like to help preen me, Blitzy~?"

Blitzo tensed, rubbing an arm. "I guess . . ."

"Don't be so nervous; it's easy. Here, I'll show you."

Stolas took a seat next to the imp, a small shiver running through his body. His feathers fluffed up, earning a soft snicker from Blitzo, which Stolas smiled at. He popped the cap on the bottle, putting a dollop of oil into his hands. He rubbed his palms together and then began gently running his fingers through the shorter feathers on his thigh.

"You just . . . like straighten them out?" Blitzo asked slowly.

"Sort of, yes. You just want to get each feather coated, from the base to the tip," Stolas explained. "Although these smaller feathers aren't as showy, they're still important to preen to keep them healthy."

"Okay. I'm pretty sure I can do that." Blitzo took some of the oil and put his hands on Stolas' other leg. When the prince trilled lightly, Blitzo glanced up at his face, eyes narrowed. "You're not lying when you say this isn't sexual?"

"It's not sexual, Blitzy, I promise," Stolas laughed. "Birds often preen each other, whether they're friends or family."

"Hmph. Just making sure. Don't make this weird!" Blitzo retorted, even as he continued to pick idly at Stolas' thigh, making his way up to his hips (though his face was burning red). "And I'm not doing your bird dick area."

Stolas simply laughed again and returned to preening himself. He gently attended to his so-called 'bird dick area' without being vulgar about it and was working up his stomach when Blitzo slapped his hands away.

"Stop—you're ruining my damn process," Blitzo snapped. "If I'm gonna do this, I'm doing it all my way."

Stolas was shocked into silence momentarily, his face heating up. Both sets of eyes blinked, stunned, but he quickly settled back down as Blitzo's hands continued grooming up to his chest.

"Very well, Blitzy," Stolas replied. He tried to hide how satisfied he was, but he could tell the imp was embarrassed already.

"Whatever."

Stolas found himself happily humming as Blitzo preened. The imp was being gentle—so unlike their time in bed. His hands were big but soft in practice as they trailed through the feathers on the sides of Stolas' head. Blitzo adjusted his position to do the prince's back.

"You're very good at this, my little imp," Stolas praised casually.

"Um. Thanks," Blitzo said blandly. It was obvious he had no idea how to respond. Stolas exhaled softly in amusement. He allowed for a brief moment of silence before continuing.

"Do you like coming to my palace?"

Blitzo shrugged.

"You're often here, scurrying around, yet you seldom say hi to me."

No response.

"Blitzy?"

". . . It's whatever," the imp finally said. "I just like invading others' spaces, I guess. I dunno."

"Like your employees'?"

"Sometimes." Blitzo's hands faltered where they combed through Stolas' tail feathers. "Why do you fucking care?"

"As I said earlier, I wish to know more about you, Blitzy."

"Mm." Blitzo fell silent. Stolas didn't want to drive him away, so he acquiesced.

He's so mysterious, Stolas thought, eyes half lidded through the preening. I wish he'd let me in.

They remained like that for a while, Blitzo tending to Stolas' preening, no words being spoken.

"Okay, done," Blitzo said. He sat back from his position behind Stolas. The prince stretched, feathers ruffling, and got to his feet. He swiped his robe from the chaise and pulled it on, finally covering himself.

"Oh, Blitzy, you did such a wonderful job," Stolas purred as he admired himself in the mirror. "I feel so much better, and I look so fluffy~" He took his phone out, preparing for a selfie. Blitzo bolted before the camera went off, but Stolas was immensely pleased when the end of the imp's tail was caught in the photo.

"In a hurry, my little imp?" Stolas asked as Blitzo frowned at him from the other side of the room.

"I found my glove," was all Blitzo said, indicating to a single glove he now wore, "so I'm gonna leave now."

"Oh?" Stolas made no move to correct Blitzo on the premise of the second glove. "Well, thank you for the preen. It was lovely." He gave the imp a small wave. "See you soon?"

Blitzo just grunted as he exited. Stolas smiled; this was the best he'd felt in weeks. He looked at his phone and the picture he'd taken. He refrained from commenting on how cute Blitzo's tail was and instead added a small caption about his preen.

Not even twenty minutes later, as Stolas was about to go to bed, a notification popped up. He checked his phone, knowing it was Blitzo, and laughed. Five minutes later, he had another date.

The next night, they watched Spirit, Blitzo's favorite movie. The imp showed up in a slightly too big sweater instead of his usual work clothes, and Stolas barely stopped himself from telling Blitzo he was cute more than once. But that aside, Stolas was content to cuddle up to the imp (carefully, mind you) and hold him even when he began crying over a sad scene. They didn't talk much that night, nor did they do anything else, but Stolas could tell Blitzo was happy just watching the movie and eating popcorn.

Stolas had to refrain from kissing the imp before he left for the night; that had been the biggest challenge.

A week later, Stolas tried to surprise the imp with a romantic evening (maybe he'd been naked in the bath. Whatever). Blitzo had said he was free that night. He arrived at his apartment drunk.

While disappointed, Stolas had tucked him in and left water and aspirin on the bedside table. Blitzo had babbled incoherently throughout the incident, mostly random specks of information about horses. Stolas had morosely went home after that.

Unfortunately, the little imp then did what he did best, and a few days later, found the pair of sexy underwear ( . . . panties) Stolas had accidentally left behind in his haste to tend to a woozy Blitzo. He posted the picture on Voxtagram—something little shits would do, of course— while waiting for Stolas to let him in.

They had a few more dates. Blitzo refused to call them that, insisting they were just hanging out. Stolas sent him a Spirit hoodie; Blitzo sent him a care package when he was sick.

The day after Stolas' mild case of bird flu passed, he waltzed into the I.M.P office. Loona glanced up from her phone, an eyebrow cocked.

"Yeah?" she asked. She noticed he was holding a cardboard tray filled with drinks. "You brought coffee." It was a deadpan statement.

"Coffee?!" Blitzo's head immediately appeared from the doorway to his office. Upon seeing Stolas, his demeanor changed, calming slightly. "Oh, uh, Stolas, why are you here?"

"Hello, Blitzy! I just wanted to stop by and make sure you knew how much I appreciated you sending me a care package while I was sick," Stolas said. He held out the drink tray, presenting it to the room. "So, I brought you that iced coffee you love so much."

"Fuck yeah!" Blitzo reached forward and snagged a cup. He immediately began sucking it down like he'd never drank anything in his life.

"Go ahead, you too," Stolas urged to Loona and the two other imps who had just entered from the other room to see what was going on.

"Oh, thank you, Your Highness," Moxxie said somewhat nervously as he grabbed one for him and one for Millie.

"Awfully kind 'a ya, Prince!" Millie beamed.

Loona grabbed hers, leaning over the desk, and promptly sat back again, paws right back up on the table.

"Thanks," she said with a shrug and a sip. She turned her attention back to her phone.

"You're all more than welcome, of course," Stolas replied. He focused his attention back on Blitzo—not that it had really left.

Blitzo noticed the staring and narrowed his eyes.

"What?" the imp snapped.

"Nothing~" Stolas said with a smirk. He pulled out his phone. "Selfie?"

"Work is for business only." Blitzo gave him the finger as he took a picture. Moxxie, eyes wide, looked at his boss.

"You should be more respectful," the shorter imp chided.

"Oh, it's quite alright," Stolas laughed with a wave of a hand. "He doesn't really mean it—isn't that right, Blitzy?"

Blitzo growled as Stolas ran a finger down his snout. The prince leaned down.

"You should come over for another reward, later," Stolas whispered into Blitzo's ear. A claw traced along his back spines, sending a microscopic shiver down the imp's frame.

"H-hah, right," Blitzo laughed nervously, face flushing. "Look, we have work to do." He forced his composure back and straightened up so Stolas had no choice but to give him space.

Moxxie, having no understanding of what had just happened, regarded the two of them with confusion. He tilted his head, preparing to say something, when Millie took his hand and led him away, giggling.

"You're right, I shouldn't interrupt your very important work any longer," Stolas said, still smiling. He turned, purposely brushing Blitzo with his feathery tail, and headed toward the door. "See you, Blitzy!"

Blitzo hated the fact it hadn't taken very much more prodding from Stolas to get him to come over. The prince had been adamant that Blitzo deserved 'another reward' for being 'so incredibly thoughtful' when he'd sent that care package.

Blitzo had tried to say that Stolas helping him first that drunken night had been the only reason he'd felt obligated to return the gesture. The truth was, Blitzo wasn't sure why he'd cared enough to send it. He supposed Stolas wasn't . . . that bad. Most the time. The imp still didn't love the lewd calls in the middle of the workday, but he didn't mind their movie nights or time spent on the balcony watching the stars.

They weren't dates; they were just hang outs. Blitzo knew he was just a side piece. Maybe that's why he said yes so fast. After all, he and Stolas hadn't actually fucked since that first time. Which, Blitzo admitted, was strange considering their "relationship." And why was Stolas always complimenting him and wanting to know more about him? Who cared about the guy you were fucking's birthday?

Fucking weirdo, Blitzo thought as he pushed the thoughts out of his head. He didn't want to spend time thinking about things he didn't understand. The only thing he did want to think about right then was getting his dick wet.

Because of course, while Blitzo had been lying in bed just minutes earlier, scrolling mindlessly through Voxtagram, determined to not take Stolas' offers of a 'reward,' he'd gotten a picture message from the prince.

It had been foolish to open it.

Because once he had, Blitzo's eyes went wide and he'd choked on his coffee. Blood had rushed to his cock, and he'd almost immediately responded 'ok comen over.'

Stolas' cheeky kiss emoji in reply hadn't gone unnoticed, earning a grumble from the now half hard Blitzo. But how could he be mad when his brain wasn't on full power? It wasn't his fault he'd been sent that picture!

Especially when said picture was of Stolas sitting on his bed wearing only a crop top. The bottom edge of the shirt was held in his beak, lifting the garment to expose his chest fluff. His legs were spread, one dark hand down, holding his obviously wet folds open.

Yeah, okay, so maybe Blitzo found the bird attractive—big deal! He was only, well . . . demon. And he wasn't strong enough to turn down a good fuck.

I'll open a portal for you, Blitzy, so you don't have to walk around town with that raging erection! ;) Stolas' next message read.

Fucking bastard, Blitzo cursed. The aforementioned portal opened into his room, and he went through without a second thought. He emerged to see Stolas laying nude on the bed.

"Well, hello there, Blitzy~" the owl demon purred. He sat up, purposely spreading his legs. "Come to get your reward?"

"Fucking tease," Blitzo growled as he stalked toward the bed. The front of his pants was tented, his hard on begging to be let out.

"But you love it, no?" Stolas took Blitzo's hips in his hands when he reached the edge of the bed. He gave them a squeeze and then suddenly pulled the imp forward, switching their positions. Blitzo, now on his back and supported by his elbows, looked up at Stolas with a glare.

"What're you—"

"Shhhh, I've been thinking about this for so long, Blitzy; I want to taste you." Stolas cupped the imp's erection through his pants.

Blitzo's eyes widened. "If you think I'm about to let you and your freaky ass mouth suck me off, then you're god damn crazy!" He lifted a leg and attempted to shove the prince away.

"Ah, ah, ah! Trust me, it'll feel good. I'm . . . very good with my mouth." Stolas winked at the imp.

"If you bite my fucking dick-!"

Stolas shushed him once again, rubbing his hands along his hip bones and up under his shirt, exposing the red-and-white abdomen.

"I will do no such thing, I promise. Now, let me reward you for being such a good boy~"

Blitzo's next words stuck in his throat as Stolas undid his belt and pulled his pants down. His erection sprang free, nearly hitting the owl in the face. Fuck, he was so hard thinking about Stolas sucking him off despite the fears he possessed.

When the tip of his dick vanished into Stolas' mouth, Blitzo's toes curled in his boots.

When the rest his dick was swallowed until the tip of Stolas' beak touched his skin, Blitzo's back arched off the bed.

Fucking Hell—

It had been a long time since Blitzo had been given a blowjob. He'd forgotten how intense they could be.

Stolas came partway back up and used his tongue to circle the triangular head. Blitzo's cock twitched in the wet heat, and he had to stifle a groan. Stolas' hands perched at the base of his shaft, gently petting the warm skin there as he took the imp all the way in again. Blitzo couldn't help the sharp exhale when the prince sucked suddenly.

Stolas opened one red eye and looked right at Blitzo. The imp was blushing, his gaze focused on the demon currently swallowing him down. Stolas seemed smug despite the cock in his mouth, and Blitzo almost wanted to punch him for being such a bastard. Almost.

Instead, Blitzo decided to take the reins. He threaded one large hand through Stolas' hair and applied pressure, pushing the other demon to take his whole cock. Stolas let out a little moan around the beast in his mouth and seemed to fully accept being navigated.

Blitzo sat up so he could use both hands. He started slow, allowing Stolas to adapt to the speed and feeling. Soon after, the imp was gasping in pleasure as he fucked Stolas' mouth none too gently. The prince's hands were on Blitzo's thighs, gripping there with desperation.

Blitzo approached his climax rapidly. He was tempted to just cum down Stolas' throat, but the way the prince was taking his facefucking was so hot that he decided to switch tactics to, ironically, reward his ability.

Stolas gasped and coughed as Blitzo suddenly pulled his head off his cock.

"Good boy," the imp praised, a grin on his face, "but you're too fucking hot to not finish in."

Stolas blinked stray tears out of his eyes as he caught his breath.

"On the bed, ass up," Blitzo ordered as he got to his feet and began stripping. Stolas was quick to follow the instructions, moving from the floor to the bed. He stretched out, snagging a pillow and holding it to his chest for support. His tail feathers swept to the side, exposing his glistening entrance.

Blitzo stepped onto the bed again and positioned himself against Stolas' ass. He was nowhere near tall enough to get close to his neck, so he settled for gripping the owl's hips and rubbing his chin along his slender back with a predatory growl (not unlike a cat, some would say).

"Mm, Blitzy," Stolas moaned, "I want you to fuck me like an animal~"

"You're so fucking hungry for cock, it's insane," Blitzo muttered, though his excitement was obvious by the way his dick twitched. Stolas whimpered in response, pushing his hips back into the hardness pressed against his ass.

Blitzo didn't bother with lube just like before. His cock was wet and Stolas was more than soaked enough to accommodate. He slid in easily, shivering at the velvety walls. He wasted no time in beginning to pound in and out of the owl's cloaca, his claws nearly piercing skin and his breath hot against Stolas' back.

Blitzo was not a gentle lover. He was dominant by nature and loved to boss others around. He fucked like a jackhammer, showing no hesitation as his hips slapped against Stolas' ass. The owl was crying out loudly under him, his own fingers tearing at the pillow clutched in his grasp. If Stolas' face wasn't pushed into the feathery item, Blitzo was fairly sure the whole castle would be at the door wondering if their prince was being murdered.

Blitzo came intensely into Stolas, already having been close from the blowjob earlier. He bit at the soft feathers along the prince's spine, not able to get a good grasp on any flesh. The sensation of being filled caused Stolas to reach his climax a moment later, his whole body tightening around Blitzo's cock and milking him for all he was worth. The imp felt the other's tail twitch underneath his belly as he came.

With a rough exhale, Blitzo slipped out of his lover and flopped onto the bed. Stolas' hips fell a second later, his body trembling. Neither of them said anything for a long while as they both caught their breaths.

"Did you . . . like your reward, Blitzy?" Stolas asked, chest still rising and falling quickly.

Blitzo put his hands behind his head and glanced over.

"It was alright," the imp responded with a slight shrug. Stolas smirked, gazing at Blitzo with half lidded eyes. "Are you hungry?"

"Would you like me to get some food prepared?" Stolas asked.

"That'd be pretty damn cool, yeah."

"I can do that."

A beat of silence.

"Will you stay tonight?"