The palace was quiet when Blitzo arrived late that night. The full moon glittered in Hell's night sky, a reminder of the deal. Blitzo scowled at the lunar symbol and tugged his coat farther around himself as he slipped into the garden. He could just take one of the doors—the palace's imps knew to let him by—but he didn't want to. He didn't want to deal with anyone else. He didn't even want to deal with the reason he was here. So, because of that, he shimmied up the vines clinging to the palace walls to reach Stolas' room, the Grimoire clutched in a curl of his tail. He landed softly on the balcony and stepped inside.
Stolas was splayed out on the bed. He was still dressed in his sexy bat costume from Voxtagram. A fleeting thought of 'he looks cute in that' was swiftly shoved from Blitzo's mind. No reason to think those things. Any emotion besides lust tonight was irrelevant.
"Why hello there, my darling Blitzy~" Stolas purred. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, stretching his backside into the air and wiggling his tail feathers. He gazed at Blitzo with lustful eyes.
Despite his distrust and anger, Blitzo's cock twitched in his pants as he approached the bed.
"Here's your fucking book," the imp said without addressing the sultry sight before him. He carelessly dumped the Grimoire on the nearby nightstand.
"Perfect. We have all we need to get started, then," Stolas said. He laid on the bed and stretched a hand out to smooth down the comforter beside him. "Join me~?"
Blitzo stared at the spot the prince was indicating. He hated that he was probably about to enjoy this. He hated the fact that this wasn't sex for fun; it was sex for the book.
It was only sex. Nothing more.
"Don't keep me waiting, Blitzy!" Stolas crooned. He dragged a hand up his body sensually.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Blitzo grunted. He began stripping himself of his clothes, going about the task without emotion. Fully naked, he crawled over the bed toward the waiting bird.
"Don't you look delicious~" Stolas placed a hand on Blitzo's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The imp allowed it but hardly reciprocated, letting the other do most of the work. Stolas' tongue ran along Blitzo's sharp teeth before retracting.
Stolas leaned away and looked hungrily at the imp, his mouth twisted in a smirk. He gently pushed Blitzo onto his back, the imp's head landing on the pillows, and sat upon him, straddling his waist. Blitzo watched Stolas with bored eyes, his arms at his sides when they used to be squeezing the prince's hips.
"Playing hard to get tonight, Blitzy?" Stolas asked playfully. He eyed the only half hard cock sitting teasingly close to his crotch.
Blitzo didn't answer.
Stolas didn't seem to care as he slid farther down Blitzo's legs. He reached a hand to the imp's still semi flaccidness and ran a finger down the length. The touch sent shivers down Blitzo's spine, and his cock stiffened a bit more. Stolas trilled softly and adjusted his position again, his head down. He placed a kiss on Blitzo's hip, then a little lower, and lower, and lower . . .
The prince was obviously ignoring the now fully erect cock, instead lavishing the imp with feather light kisses and licks around his hips and inner thighs. The touches made Blitzo tense, his claws kneading into the bed.
"Get on with it," Blitzo snarled. He didn't want to be teased. He didn't want this to drag on. Couldn't they just fuck without the false pretense so they could both move on with their evenings?
Stolas, as he rubbed the side of his face against Blitzo's speckled erection like a needy cat, looked up into the imp's eyes with a smirk. He didn't speak as he shifted and then took Blitzo's cock in hand and squeezed just below the triangular tip.
Blitzo rocked his hips, hungry for more stimulation. Stolas was being painfully slow, drawing this out.
Just shows I'm his toy, Blitzo thought bitterly, even as Stolas began moving his hand up and down. The imp sighed, hating every second because it was Stolas but also loving every second because it was Stolas.
"Mm, I want you inside me, Blitzy," Stolas moaned. He removed his hand and scooted forward to grind his clothed groin against Blitzo's erection. The front of his shorts was soaked, and he was practically drooling with lust, eyes glowing in the dim light of the room.
"Yeah, obviously," Blitzo deadpanned. Or else I wouldn't be here.
Stolas cooed softly and rolled his hips into Blitzo's cock. The stimulation was driving them both crazy, but Stolas seemed content to continue teasing for the time being. Blitzo's tip was beading with precum, his erection painfully hard at this point, and he was really wondering if the prince had gotten him here just to edge the ever-loving fuck out of him. He snarled softly and dug his claws into the bedsheets at a particularly slow roll of Stolas' hips. Finally, having had enough, the imp ripped his hands from the bed and planted them on his lover's thighs and dragged him closer, grinding their crotches together forcefully, prompting a yelp from Stolas.
"You gonna get to riding me like a fucking bronco or what?" Blitzo snapped, teeth bared. His tail lashed underneath them.
Stolas fluttered his eyelashes. "I was only waiting for your cooperation, Blitzy," the bird said with a smirk. Blitzo growled, low in his throat.
"Fucking tease. God fucking dammit. If you want my cooperation, fine." Blitzo all but flayed Stolas' booty shorts with his claws, tearing them off the bird in shreds. Stolas gasped at the action, obviously taken by surprise, but was even more startled when Blitzo's cock rubbed roughly against his now exposed cloaca.
"O-oh, fuck-!"
"So wet for me, huh? Sopping wet like a little fucking whore," Blitzo snarled, emotions channeling through his sexually dominant persona. "Needy and whining like a bitch for my cock. Want me to fuck you?" His fingers dug into Stolas' ass as he pulled him harder against his erection.
"Yes!"
"Then get riding, birdie." Blitzo punctuated his words with a harsh smack to the curve of Stolas' ass, earning a gasp and a shudder. Despite the initial surprise, the prince was quick to obey, pushing himself up further and lining Blitzo's cock up to his dripping hole. Stolas hilted himself fully on the red length and moaned as he rocked his hips. Blitzo patted the other demon's outer thighs none too gently to prompt him to get going.
Stolas wasted no more time and used his long legs to push himself up to where only the very tip of Blitzo's cock was inside him. Red claws dug into soft flesh as Stolas let himself drop back down again. The slap of bodies coming together resounded in the room. The prince began riding Blitzo's dick at a fast pace, his hands braced against the imp's abdomen.
"Fuck, Blitzo, your cock is so good at filling me up! It's so fucking big and—"
"Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear you yet," Blitzo hissed, lurching up to snap a hand around Stolas' beak.
Nodding vigorously, Stolas happily agreed, his eyes clouded with lust. Blitzo let himself fall back down into the pillows, propping himself up halfway.
Stolas was gasping in pleasure as he continued to fuck himself on Blitzo's cock. The imp could tell Stolas was getting close by the sounds he was making. When the prince did cum, his head fell forward and he stopped his bouncing, his talons digging into Blitzo's stomach.
Blitzo refrained from allowing his brain to think about how hot it was when Stolas' back arched during orgasm.
"Off," Blitzo ordered, far from finished. Stolas shifted, pulling the imp's dick from his warm insides and dripping his own cum all over the bed. Blitzo sat up and promptly pushed Stolas face first into the pillows. His wet member bobbed between his legs as he positioned himself right where he wanted. He pulled Stolas closer, spreading his legs and angling him onto his side. One long leg went over Blitzo's left shoulder while the other was gripped in a firm hand and held to the side. Now fully exposed, Stolas gazed up at his partner, breaths still coming in quick bursts.
Blitzo ignored the bird's eyes and instead focused on the sight between Stolas' legs. The feathers around his cloaca were soaked and quivered in time with Stolas' breaths. The pink flesh of his folds glistened in the sparse light from the room, and the tantalizing view was enough to send a shudder of appreciation down Blitzo's spine.
"Like what you see~?" came Stolas' sultry voice. Blitzo glanced up, eyes glinting. The owl looked far too smug for his tastes.
"Maybe. Maybe I like seeing how wet I make your tight little bird pussy," the imp replied brusquely. He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, grazing Stolas' cloaca with his throbbing erection and earning a short cry. Before the prince could get another word out, Blitzo plunged his full length into his sopping hole. Stolas threw his head back with a loud moan, his hands gripping at the blankets. The talons at the ends of his feet flexed as Blitzo fucked him mercilessly.
"You're a little fucking whore who likes my big dick inside you, huh?" Blitzo asked crudely and breathlessly. His pace was brutal, even more so than usual, and his claws held Stolas' legs open without forgiveness. "You'll do anything for it, isn't that right?"
"Y-yes, Blitzy, it's so good!" Stolas howled, his spine arching off the bed. "Ah, don't stop!"
"Yeah? Well, I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk!"
Every thrust of Blitzo's hips earned a cacophony of moans. Both their groans of pleasure were mixing in a tumultuous waterfall of sounds only exacerbated by the slap of their bodies together. Blitzo shoved his cock in as deep as he could go every time, and he knew he was drawing blood from where his claws were digging in. Stolas came a second time on his length, shuddering and tensing as his orgasm crashed over him. Blitzo kept going, edging closer and closer to his own climax. He tilted his head and bit into the long leg over his shoulder, hard enough to bruise but not enough to break the skin. This earned another gasp of pleasure from Stolas and an evident aftershock of an orgasm if his quivering legs were anything to go by. Blitzo lapped at the bite mark with a forked tongue, delighting in the faint taste of blood pulsing underneath skin.
Stolas had snagged a pillow at this point, holding it to his chest and partially over his face to muffle his cries of ecstasy. His face was beet red and sweat dripped down his hairline. His normally fluffy chest feathers were heavy with perspiration as well, probably worsened by the fact he was still dressed in part of his outfit.
"Cum again for me, birdie; I wanna hear you scream," Blitzo growled as he approached his own orgasm. His thrusts were becoming more sporadic as he chased that high. He yanked Stolas down farther on his cock at the pinnacle of the next thrust, and the prince called out into the open air as he trembled from overstimulation. Blitzo came hard, hilting himself completely in Stolas and tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him. A string of drool spilt over lips that were curled in a feral snarl. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead.
Stolas went limp, chest heaving. Blitzo fell onto his haunches, cock still buried deep inside velvety walls. He shrugged Stolas' leg off his shoulder and dropped the other one, the lanky appendages hitting the mattress with soft thumps. Blitzo slowly pulled his softening dick out of the other demon and shifted away to lay at the foot of the bed. Eyes closed, he caught his breath. His tail flicked idly where it hung off the side.
Once he was more composed, Blitzo pushed himself up and got to his feet. He moved to collect his clothes. He heard Stolas shift on the bed.
"Mm, Blitzy, stay for the night?" the prince asked with satisfaction in his weary, yet clear voice.
"No," Blitzo said. He didn't even turn around as he zipped his pants up.
"O-oh. Okay. I suppose you are a busy imp."
The fucking nerve to sound disappointed. What a cunt, Blitzo thought bitterly. He buttoned his shirt with deft fingers before glancing over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I fucking am. Anyway, get the book back to me ASAP when you're done with it," Blitzo said with a sharp flick of his tail. He stalked toward the balcony.
"Yes, r-right. Well . . . goodnight, Blitzy."
Blitzo disappeared off the balcony into the night.
Stolas would have been very satisfied right now if he weren't so lost. Why had Blitzo been so cold tonight? Even in the throes of passion, he'd exuded aloofness. While the sex was exceedingly enjoyable—Blitzo had been particularly honest in telling him he wouldn't be able to walk—the words from the evening left Stolas confused.
I thought a night of passion would bring us back together again, the prince thought morosely. Instead, it seems to have done nothing. Or perhaps I'm overthinking. Maybe he just had a rough day at work? Or he is still tense because of what transpired that night he came over?
Despite the effort to persuade himself that nothing was wrong, Stolas still found himself unsettled. He pushed himself farther up on the pillows and summoned a cigarette to calm his nerves. The crux of his legs ached, his hips feeling sore as well, and it would have been a sensation he'd have delighted in if not for his doubt. He took a drag from his cigarette and pondered his issue as smoke curled around his head.