A/N:
Bit of an in-between chapter before we get really saucy again *wink*
Blitzo rolled over to avoid looking at the other demon, his shoulders tensed.
"I'm staying to eat, and that's fucking it," Blitzo grumbled. His tail twitched irritably under the blankets.
". . . If that's all you desire," Stolas eventually said, his tone deflated.
Needy asshole, Blitzo thought, annoyed, before rolling over again. Stolas met his gaze, blinking slowly.
"Maybe a little longer than that—maybe," Blitzo relented as he sat up on his hands. "But right now, I'm starved."
Stolas' mood lightened immediately at the words, and he nodded before moving to get out of bed to put his robe on. Once he was decent, the prince pressed a button on the wall. Not even ten seconds later, there was a knock on the double doors.
"Come in," Stolas said. A short servant imp peeked his head in.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" the imp inquired.
"I'd like dinner for me and my guest."
"Your favorite, Sir?"
"If you would. Thank you, Tamor."
The imp bowed his head in acknowledgement and exited the room.
"So what's for din-din?" Blitzo asked.
"You'll see," Stolas replied with a smile. Blitzo rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Fine. Be mysterious. Fucking bird." The imp swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He pulled his boxers and pants on, then strolled to the bookshelf along the wall.
Stolas watched him casually, his lithe form slung across the bed.
Blitzo began exploring the room some more. He'd been in here more than once (skulking around, of course) when Stolas was out, but he'd never gotten farther than surface level.
"Looking for something, Blitzy?" Stolas asked as he observed the imp's behavior. His tail flicked lightly against the bed sheets.
"Not really. Just bored," Blitzo replied. He spotted a dark chest under the bed and immediately scurried toward it. He clawed it out from its hiding spot and noted it was locked.
"What's in here?" Blitzo asked. He spared a glance at Stolas and was taken off guard by the blush creeping across the prince's cheeks. "Ooh, something naughty?" A mischievous grin split Blitzo's face, and he used a pointed finger to pick the lock. Embarrassed at how easy it was for the imp to open the chest, Stolas sputtered.
Blitzo peered inside the chest and was greeted with the sight of a handful of very interesting looking sex toys. He immediately cackled, horny ideas forming in his brain.
"I told you I have to pass the time somehow," Stolas pouted from the bed. His face was bright red as he picked at the blanket with his fingers.
"You've got some real fucking kinky shit going on in here, Stolas," Blitzo responded with a snicker. There was a pair of silk handcuffs, a small yet heavy paddle, and four different dildos; a red, normal shaped one (wait a second, it reminded him a lot of his . . . own dick—wow), one with bumps covering the length, one that was very thick and resembled a . . . tentacle—holy fuck—and a smoother, smaller one that was strangely out of place amongst the other menagerie of sex toys.
"W-well, toys can help me imagine you're here fucking me silly, Blitzy~"
"Hmm, is this-?" Ignoring the bird, Blitzo grabbed the smooth dildo and examined it, dragging a finger down the side. It startled him slightly when it vibrated, but that had been what he'd presumed it was since it was so different from the other kinky ones.
"The vibrator? Oh, yes, I quite like that one; it even comes with a little remote," Stolas said casually, his embarrassment apparently gone.
A remote? Oh, Blitzo was getting more and more interested. His dirty mind was getting the better of him. He sorted through the chest and found the remote at the bottom. He tested the button and was perversely delighted when the vibrator responded perfectly. Wow, that top setting was something else. He briefly wondered if Stolas ever put it to the highest level and came off that alone, squirming and—
"Looks like you're getting excited again, Blitzy," Stolas laughed. Blitzo flushed, shifting to stifle his growing erection.
"It's nothing to do with you, if that's what you're thinking!" Blitzo shouted, embarrassed. Okay, so he was full of shit.
"Mm, right." Stolas leveled him with lustful half lidded eyes, a claw swirling in his chest plumage. A smug smile was plastered on his face as the hand worked farther down. Blitzo soon found himself watching as Stolas touched himself, his robe open and legs spread.
"You make me so wet, Blitzy," the prince moaned, thrusting three fingers in and out of his cloaca. "Everything about you turns me on."
"Yeah?" Blitzo couldn't find it in him to say much as he breathlessly stared. His erection throbbed in his pants, desperate for release.
"You gonna fuck me again? Mount me and put that red cock in me?"
"Y-you want that?" Blitzo ground his crotch against his palm. Stolas' talking was driving him crazy.
"Ooh, more than anything! Come and fuck me, Blitzy!"
That was all it took for Blitzo to finally break his lustful spell. He dropped his pants with record speed and basically pounced on top the other demon. Stolas leaned down and kissed him hard, moaning loudly into his mouth. Blitzo shoved his cock exactly where he wanted it and began pounding. Their second round was pure lust, hands grabbing and clawing and scratching. Blitzo didn't stop until Stolas was shivering from overstimulation, talons digging into his shoulders and long legs holding him in a death grip. When the imp finally came, it hit him like a truck, and he shuddered and gasped into his lover's chest.
They both collapsed, drained in more than one way, and laid there in a tangled heap of gangly limbs and sweaty skin. Blitzo's head was swimming hazily; his second high had been so good that he didn't even want to take the effort to roll off Stolas. He just wanted to lay there in the lilac and dust and drift away with the gentle hands resting on his back.
The knock at the door snapped Blitzo out of his orgasmic stupor. He scrambled off Stolas, whom he was basically motor boating.
"Dinner, Your Majesty!" the voice on the other side of the door called.
"One moment!" Stolas yelled back. He made himself at least somewhat decent, tying his robe closed and smoothing his hair, and then allowed the servant in. The short imp entered pushing a dinner cart. The smell of the food made Blitzo's mouth water and his stomach growl.
The servant imp opened each cloche, presenting their dinners, and then popped the top off the wine bottle and poured two glasses. With a bow, he then exited the room.
"Eat up, Blitzy," Stolas said with a smile. He summoned a lap table for them both as he laid down on the bed.
"Why'd you act all fucking secretive if it's just steak?" Blitzo asked. He'd tugged his boxers back on in their interim. He settled on the bed and picked up his fork.
"I never pretended it was some big secret; I merely didn't tell you." Stolas' voice held a tone of amusement.
Blitzo rolled his eyes. "Right." The food was too enticing to argue over any longer; the steak was juicy with blood, and the potatoes and corn were glistening with butter. Perfect food for after a fuck.
They were both quiet as they ate, too absorbed in how hungry they were to interrupt with talking. Blitzo's mind wandered. He found himself staring at the opposite wall where the ivory vanity sat. That thought led to what Stolas said about his wife, and that finally led him to wonder, where was Stolas' wife? He'd mentioned they shared the room, and that she'd been upset they'd slept together. Stolas had also told Blitzo to avoid her around the palace, but the imp had never encountered her in their apparent "shared chambers."
"Doesn't your wife sleep in here with you?" Blitzo asked. He rarely answered Stolas' questions, but the prince typically answered his.
Stolas hesitated, his shoulders tensing. He chased a bite of food around his plate for a moment before answering.
"Well, as you know, Stella doesn't approve of you. She hasn't really slept in here for a few weeks," the prince responded slowly.
". . . And you're okay with that?"
Stolas glanced up at the imp, surprised. "I didn't know you cared about my relationship with my wife."
"I fucking don't, but, you know—"
Stolas scoffed, amused. "No need to explain, it's quite alright. I'm . . . glad you're asking questions." The bird's face turned a light pink. "The truth is, Stella and mine's wedding was arranged. We've never truly been in love. I care about her, of course I do, just . . . not romantically. But she's too concerned with appearances to understand you and me."
You and me. The words echoed in Blitzo's head.
"But you have a kid."
"Yes, and I love Octavia more than life itself. She is my everything, no matter who I'm with." Stolas smiled at the mention of his daughter.
Blitzo nodded slowly. He hadn't interacted with Octavia much; he'd mostly just caught glances of her as he scurried around the palace.
"Is there a reason you bring this up?" Stolas asked.
"Just popped in my head," Blitzo replied with a shrug, swirling his glass of wine.
"Hmm."
They finished their meal without another word. When they were both done, Stolas called a servant back up to take their dishes. Blitzo gathered up the rest of his clothes as Stolas washed up in the bathroom.
"Leaving?" the prince asked upon seeing him fully dressed.
"Ye," Blitzo said tersely, hands in his pockets.
Stolas smiled sadly but nodded and summoned a portal.
"Here you go, Blitzy," Stolas said.
"Right. Thanks," Blitzo replied. He stopped, standing at the edge of the portal, and turned to the prince. "You know, tonight wasn't bad, like, sex-wise." He tried to ignore Stolas' laugh. "But I also wanna say it'd be pretty hot if you . . . wore that vibrator when you see me cuz I stole the remote." The last part of the sentence rushed out in a flurry of words because he was embarrassed by them, but the idea of Stolas walking around with a sex toy ready to go off at the imp's whim was too tantalizing to pass up.
"O-oh?" Stolas asked, taken off guard. "So naughty, Blitzy!"
"aNYWAY, GOING NOW!" Blitzo shouted. He dove through the portal and into his living room, where Loona was splayed on the couch eating chips.
"Oh. I was wondering why you were so quiet," the hellhound said between crunchy mouthfuls. She audibly sniffed the air, and her nose wrinkled. "You smell fucking disgusting—go take a shower."
"Ugh, Dad, you're so embarrassing," Octavia muttered, one hand over her face. She'd seen what he was wearing (a red shirt with palm leaf print) and had immediately paled. "You're really going out like that?"
Stolas grinned and said, "I never get to wear this. Besides, I don't want to be fancy all the time, Via."
Octavia groaned and shook her head, wondering why her dad was such a dork sometimes.
"Let's get going, shall we?" Stolas waved his hand, beckoning his daughter to follow.
". . . Right . . ."
Stolas and Octavia strolled into Stylish Occult, the latter trying to pretend that her dad wasn't totally out of place. She headed right toward her favorite section—the taxidermy—but paused when a tall and familiar figure caught her eye. Octavia was about to say hi when she heard her dad inhale sharply.
"Uh," Blitzo started, his eyes wide. Stolas stared back, face red. Octavia wanted to facepalm; they'd been screwing for how long now but acted like blushing schoolgirls when they saw each other in public?
Oh, yes, Octavia knew all about her dad's . . . extracurricular activities. She wasn't dumb nor blind; she knew both her parents had affairs. She'd accepted long ago that they didn't love one another but stayed together out of duty. Her mother often made off handed comments about what a whore her father could be—not her words, but ones she sometimes thought about, despite their harshness—and seeing Blitzo running around the palace just cemented in her mind that he was her dad's latest fuck buddy.
Octavia snapped a picture for Voxtagram of the scene before her. It was only after that that Stolas reacted.
"Blitzy, what a pleasant surprise! I didn't expect to see you here," the prince said, though he was still lightly blushing.
"Yeah, well, I'm here," Blitzo responded. He arched a brow at Stolas. "Can we get back to our photo shoot here?"
"Actually," Loona interjected, "Octavia can help me instead."
Blitzo and Stolas exchanged glances.
"Via, you know Blitzo's daughter?" Stolas asked. He tilted his head in question.
"Yeah, duh. She's been to the palace," Octavia said.
"But only with me when I'm not . . . with Stolas," Blitzo ended in a mumble, not meeting Octavia's gaze. She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips.
"You're so fucking oblivious," Loona said, "I snuck away every time to raid a fridge. That's how I met Tavi."
"We have a lot in common, so we decided to start hanging out," Octavia further explained. She and Loona smiled at one another.
Stolas was apparently pleased by this, if the way he clasped his hands together and smiled was any indication.
"Simply wonderful! I'm so glad our children are friends!" the prince beamed. He glanced down at Octavia. "If you'd like to spend time with Loona, that's fine by me."
"Let's go make people annoyed in the dressing rooms at Hell's Phoenix," Loona said with a devilish grin. Octavia smirked and nodded.
"Totally," the younger owl agreed, and with that, the two women hurried off before anyone could object. That left Blitzo and Stolas standing awkwardly in Stylish Occult, the former being miffed at his daughter's abrupt getaway.
Stolas turned his attention to the imp and grinned. "Well, looks like it's just you and me, Blitzy~"
Blitzo sighed, slumping his shoulders. "Great."
"Oh, don't be like that! Come on, I'll buy you a coffee, and then we can do some shopping, if you'd like?"
Blitzo reluctantly agreed with a grumble. He followed the bird, trying to ignore his pounding heart.
Blitzo had to admit seeing Stolas in public wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. He'd honestly thought the typically horny prince would jump his bones and sweep him away to fuck in the bathroom or something, but instead of anything like that, they were sitting at a casual little diner in the mall.
Blitzo took a sip of his iced coffee and set his menu down, taking the time Stolas was distracted to inspect him. There was something very . . . off-putting about seeing the prince in anything besides his robe, royal garb, or just completely naked. The shirt he was wearing really exaggerated his thin neck, and Blitzo would have laughed if not for the fact he actually found it kinda endearing.
Wait, did I really just say that?! Blitzo's train of thought derailed. He internally punched himself. I'm just distracted, is all. No way I basically just called Stolas cute. He's not cute because he's not my boyfriend. He's just hot and sexy and . . . has a nice body—
This time, Blitzo pinched his thigh under the table. It was the horny, dominant side of him talking. The side of him that enjoyed destroying the prince in bed.
"You're very quiet, Blitzy," Stolas said, yanking the imp out of his head. "Penny for your thoughts?" He settled his head in his hands and blinked wide, patient eyes at Blitzo.
"Uh, just thinking about what, uh, Loonie is up to," Blitzo lied.
"Oh, I'm sure they're having quite the time without us grownups following them around." Stolas smiled and let out a small laugh. "Octavia was horribly embarrassed that I decided to wear this shirt."
"I like it," Blitzo blurted before he could stop himself.
Shit shit god dammit—
"Thank you, Blitzy! I also like it. And may I say, you're looking positively stunning yourself."
Blitzo hated the fact he blushed. "Th-thanks, Loona picked it out for me."
"It suits you, I'd say!"
"What do you think our dads are getting up to right now?" Octavia asked casually, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as Loona planted yet another ketchup bomb underneath a toilet seat.
"If I knew either of them—I mean, I know one, so I guess I'm full of shit—but I'd say they're probably having hot, sweaty sex in the backseat of a car right now," Loona responded.
"Ew, didn't need that imagery. But yeah, that's kind of what I was betting on, too."