It was strange. When Stolas awoke, he didn't expect the warm body curled around his torso. But as soon as he opened his eyes, the memories of the previous night came flooding back, washing the prince in a wave of euphoria. He smiled, relieved that his nightmare was over. He wasn't sure he could've taken another day waking up to a cold bed and a heart full of anguish.

Stolas brushed a hand along the one Blitzo had draped over his ribs. Red claws twitched at the contact. He could hear the imp's quiet snuffles from where he was deep in slumber.

Surely drooling, Stolas thought amusedly. He enjoyed the warmth radiating from his little lover and the smoothness of his skin on his feathery back.

Blitzo murmured something in his sleep. It was incoherent, but the tone was clearly satisfied. Stolas trilled quietly, absolutely content, and fluffed up his feathers before settling again. His eyes closed, and he drifted off.

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The two awoke for the day sometime in the late morning. This time, it was Blitzo who shifted first, his claws flexing as his back arched in a large stretch. He settled back down wearily, still half hazy with sleep, and allowed himself to simply exist in the bed for a long moment.

Blitzo could smell Stolas, their proximity making it easy. He continued to be a fan of the prince's scent; he'd liked it the first time and he still liked it now. The light flowery scent of lilacs wasn't too strong or overpowering, the coldness underneath giving it a slight edge. He realized he, too, smelt like lilac because of their bath last night. It was kinda hot, smelling like his boyfriend.

Boyfriend? Blitzo repeated in his head. It didn't come as much of a shock as it had previous times he'd thought about the notion. Because now, now it was real.

Stolas let out a small trill as he began to wake up. Blitzo grinned toothily against the avian's back and snuck the hand that was resting atop his feathered ribs down to his stomach. There, he traced small circles with the tip of a claw.

"Mm, morning, Blitzy," came Stolas' tired rumble. His voice was thick with sleep, but the tone belied a smile.

"Morning, sunshine," Blitzo said as he swirled his claw lower. He brushed lightly against Stolas' pubic bone and ever so slightly down to the top of his slit.

The prince giggled softly. "Someone's feeling frisky this morning, hmm?"

Blitzo said, muffled by feathers, "Maaaaybe. Maybe I missed wrecking this tiny little ass." His fingers danced across Stolas' entrance, earning a shudder.

"Well, I certainly missed your big dick inside me~" Stolas reached back with a hand and felt around for Blitzo's head. He ended up caressing the side of his face only after knocking into his horns.

"This is still what you want?" Stolas asked quietly. Abruptly, his teasing tone was gone and replaced by a soft trepidation.

"Don't be so skeptical," Blitzo replied stonily. Two of his claws slipped inside the prince's cloaca. Stolas whimpered. "After last night, we both made it obvious what we wanted, didn't we? I wouldn't have reciprocated if I hadn't."

"I'm, I'm just," Stolas sighed out as Blitzo scissored his fingers inside him, "afraid of making the same mistakes-! Oooh, Blitzo-!"

The imp had crooked his fingers and hit Stolas' g-spot. The prince squirmed, rocking his hips into the sensation.

"You won't. We'll be better this time," Blitzo responded as he added a third finger and rubbed circles into that sensitive patch of flesh. Stolas' lubrication dripped down the back of his hand, the scent of arousal growing heavier in the bedroom. The prince's hand found his horn again and tugged. He could feel the imp's erection pressing into his lower back.

"Yes, yes, we will," Stolas squeaked. He brought a leg up, pushing Blitzo's off as he fought to get those fingers deeper inside. His other hand was gripping tightly onto the sheets.

"You know I'm not good with words." A firm press made Stolas moan. "But I can show you like this." Blitzo nibbled at Stolas' side.

"Oh, yes, Blitzy, fuck! That feels so good-!"

"It does, doesn't it?"

The sound of Blitzo's fingers working at Stolas' inner nub in feverish circles was quickly becoming the loudest thing in the room behind the owl's whimpering.

"I know just how you like it," the imp said matter-of-factly. He was grinning at the show, Stolas thrusting his hips to meet his hand.

"Yes, baby, yes!" the prince cried.

"You're close; I can tell. Cum for me, birdie." Blitzo's tone was no nonsense, his voice rough and commanding but also thrilled. His fingers hadn't stopped once since he'd started. Stolas twitched sporadically under his ministrations, his muscles tight. He came not a moment later, his back arched and mouth open in a gasp. Stolas' pulse raced as Blitzo continued to finger him through his orgasm, milking every ounce of pleasure from his climax.

Stolas squirmed as the touch became too much. He patted Blitzo's horn, a choked "Blitzy-" leaving his mouth. He could easily stop the imp on his own, but he trusted him to listen.

Hearing the tired desperation, Blitzo retracted his now wet claws from the owl's groin. He brought his hand to his mouth and lapped with his long tongue at the sticky substance. Making a lewd smacking sound, Blitzo said smugly, "You taste pretty good for a little slut."

Stolas huffed amusedly and rolled over onto his side to face his lover.

"I'm glad you think so, baby," the prince purred. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees before moving to lay between Blitzo's thighs. The imp's erection throbbed as Stolas brushed his cheek against it. Blitzo watched with a smirk, arms behind his head. He let himself relax as Stolas opened his beak and sucked at the side of his cock.

Blitzo let out a low hum of contentment at the treatment. Stolas was teasing him; he could swallow the imp's cock down easily but was busying himself with licking the underside up to the tip.

"You like doing this," Blitzo said. It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Stolas merely put his mouth over the tip of Blitzo's cock and suckled. Once again, the imp sensed the aura of smugness radiating off his lover despite the dick in his mouth. It was truly impressive how Stolas managed to do that.

Eyes now closed, Stolas slowly took more of the imp into his mouth until the tip of his beak lightly touched Blitzo's skin. He let out a muffled moan that made Blitzo sigh softly.

"Fuck, Stol'," the imp groaned as the prince sucked and moved up. Stolas swirled his tongue around the girthy cock as much as he could, loving how full his mouth was, slobbering all over, and slowly retracted it from his jaws. The lewd sound of the suction breaking as Stolas disconnected the imp's dick from his beak was extremely loud in the otherwise quiet room. Blitzo moaned, his erection throbbing as cold air replaced the hotness of the owl's throat.

"I love your cock," Stolas purred. Spit dribbled down his chin, wetting his neck, and several strands connected his beak to the aforementioned dick.

"I can tell," Blitzo replied, grinning. Stolas returned a sultry smile and pushed himself onto his knees, moving to straddle Blitzo's thighs. His erection brushed drops of wetness against the prince's stomach.

"You're so fucking hot," Blitzo murmured. He set his hands on Stolas' hips and rubbed circles with his thumbs.

The prince was a mess; his crown feathers were sticking up in some parts and smoothed down strangely in others, and the same could be said for most of his downy body. Blitzo could even see where he'd rested his hand on Stolas' ribs during the night. His pubic feathers were soaked and sticking together. But despite all this, the imp couldn't find anything wrong with him.

Stolas, between rolling his hips into Blitzo's cock, leaned down to the imp's head level and murmured playfully in his ear, "I'll top so you don't strain anything." He sat up with a smirk and positioned himself over Blitzo's cock, one hand on it to hold it in place while he slid the tip in. Stolas hilted himself with a low groan.

"Fuck, your little bird pussy is so tight," Blitzo hissed.

"You love it."

"No doubt about that. Now get movin'." The imp squeezed Stolas' thighs, his teeth bared in a devilish grin. The prince sighed as he slowly began, allowing himself to grow accustomed to the cock in his slick hole. Blitzo's hands gripped his waist, and he used his own strength to help guide Stolas up and down but refrained from going as intensely due to his fractured ribs.

A couple of warmup strokes and Stolas was bouncing up and down on Blitzo's lap with fervor. The wet slap as their bodies connected was overshadowed by Stolas' moaning; his head was thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure, talons flexing at the end of his legs. He rambled semi-coherently about how good Blitzo's dick felt as he let himself drool obscenely.

Stolas came first; after being fingered earlier, his insides were already sensitive. He shuddered as he came on Blitzo's cock, the imp groaning in pleasure as the tightness became hotter around him. Stolas fell forward and planted his hands on either side of Blitzo's head. The smaller demon let out a sharp gasp as he reached his own climax, and Stolas moaned and shivered again as warmth filled his already dripping hole. They remained there for a long moment, breathing hard as they came down.

Stolas shifted first to pull Blitzo's now flaccid cock from his slit. The imp let out a small hiss as the motion of Stolas sitting up made the bed move in the wrong way, sending a twinge of pain through his ribs.

"Oh! Sorry, Blitzy," Stolas said quickly.

"It's fine; barely even hurt," Blitzo responded with a wave of his hand. At the concerned glance, the imp continued, "It's fine, Big Bird. The crotch grinding really took away most of my ability to feel pain." He flashed a smile.

Stolas hummed. "Okay. As long as you're sure."

"I am." He scooted up on the bed. "Hey, can you grab my phone?"

"Of course." Stolas slid off Blitzo entirely and reached across the bed to grab the phone off the nightstand, disconnecting it from the charger.

"Thanks," Blitzo grunted as he took the device. He didn't even unlock it, instead staring at the lit screen for a moment.

"What is it?" Stolas asked, looking over. He'd settled back onto his side of the bed.

"From Loona, 'I'm guessing you not coming home last night means you got laid. You're welcome.'"

Stolas couldn't help the smile that tugged at his mouth, and he laughed. Blitzo raised an eyebrow at the prince but didn't say anything, merely rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to his phone.

Blitzo: vary funny. we'll talk about tihs l8r

Loonie: fucker

Blitzo tossed his phone to the side and fell back against the pillows. They were nearly too soft for their own good, and it was easy to get lost in them. Stolas scooted closer, resting his chin in a hand and looking with half lidded eyes at the imp.

"Need something?" Blitzo asked without looking over.

"Just your love and attention," Stolas replied sweetly. Blitzo glanced at him, receiving a flutter of eyelashes in return, and sighed, but the smile on his face belied his true mood.

"You're so cute when you play hard to get," Stolas continued.

"Well, I must not be as cute considering," Blitzo replied.

"Nonsense! You're as amazing as ever."

"Mmhmm." Blitzo's hum dripped with amusement, and he reclined further against the pillows with his arms behind his head.

Stolas didn't move from his laying position, still gazing with adoring eyes at his lover. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, even as Blitzo waited for whatever Stolas was obviously about to say.

"Blitzy, what are your plans for today?" the prince asked with what he hoped was a level voice. His red eyes had strayed from only the imp's face, instead flicking between Blitzo and the bed where he was drawing shapes into the blanket with a talon. "Not work, obviously?"

"Nah, I've been outta commission since this happened," Blitzo responded with a gesture at his leg.

"Of course. As much as I expected." Stolas paused. ". . . Anything else?"

Blitzo glanced over. "Why? You want me all to yourself?" A smirk tugged at his lips.

"If only you knew," Stolas purred playfully. "Thanks for the wake-up call, by the way. It was quite enjoyable." He traced a light line with a talon up the imp's thigh.

Blitzo snorted in amusement. "Yeah, babe. Same."

The owl perked up at the term of endearment, an ecstatic grin spreading across his face. His eyes seemed to glow more intensely. Blitzo flushed at the response, glancing away with an embarrassed mumble under his breath. Stolas chuckled at the coy reaction before speaking.

"Truthfully, Blitzo, I would like to spend the day with you. I've been neglecting my royal duties long enough; one more day won't hurt in the long run, and I'd like to have a good time before I return," the prince said. "It could just be you and me. If you want."

Blitzo looked intently at the prince. His expression was unreadable; Stolas blinked.

"I've missed you," the owl said a moment later, reaching his hand out and touching Blitzo on the chest, a finger brushing across his collar bone. Blitzo brought an arm down and took Stolas' wandering hand in his own, holding it to his chest.

"We were only apart for like five days," Blitzo said. Stolas opened his mouth to speak, but the imp cut him off as he continued with a softer tone to his voice. "You don't need to be so afraid I won't want to spend time with you."

"I'm only thinking about how you like your space. I wouldn't want to intrude on your life. Or your other relationships."

"You're not."

"But you'd tell me?"

Blitzo scoffed. "If there's anything I'd've hoped we'd learned, it's that we're shit at communicating. Which is why we, like, need to do better at it."

"Ah, yes. I'm sure quite a few of our issues would have been significantly easier if we'd only talked about them instead of making assumptions." Stolas glanced away bashfully.

"Ain't that the fucking truth," Blitzo mumbled.

"But you'll spend the day with me?" Stolas asked hopefully.

Blitzo gave him a soft smile. "Yeah. I will."

"Oh, wonderful!" Stolas smiled, his eyes lighting up. "You've no idea how happy that makes me, Blitzy. Here, why don't I order some lunch, and in the meantime, we can clean up." The prince pushed himself up from the bed in the beginnings of a plan.

"Sounds good. I'm starving." Blitzo clambered off the bed and followed after snagging a crutch from the floor. Stolas grabbed his antique phone and called what Blitzo could only assume was his form of 'room service.'

"No beck and call?" the imp inquired after Stolas had placed an order with the kitchen.

"No, I'd prefer to keep this on the down low for now; servants coming in and out will signal I'm up and about, and I don't know if Stella is around," Stolas explained. "She . . . well, let's just say we had a very heated exchange the other day." He glanced down, looking upset.

Blitzo nodded in understanding; he didn't need to pry any further. He knew that Stolas' wife happened to be a massive bitch at times.

"Hey now, forget her," Blitzo said with a nudge to the prince's thigh. "Come on, let's take a bath or shower or whatever, and then I can preen you."

Stolas smiled. "Sounds delightful. I think we take a shower because we both know what happened in the tub last night." He fluttered his eyelashes at the smaller demon, who smirked and lashed his tail.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on."

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An hour later, they were both clean, Stolas was back to being fluffy, and they were lounging about in silk robes after they'd eaten lunch.

Sitting crosslegged on the bed in a dark royal robe that was ridiculously large on him, Blitzo tipped his head back to finish his glass of wine. He wiped his mouth and then pursed his lips as he observed the owl seated across from him.

"You feeling okay?" Blitzo asked.

Stolas jerked his head up. He'd been fiddling with the hem of his own crimson robe, obviously deep in thought.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course. Why wouldn't I be? I have my darling Blitzy here with me," the prince responded with a faux cheerfulness.

"You're distracted."

"I . . . my apologies, Blitzy. It's not about you; I simply find myself worrying about the future."

"What do you mean?"

Stolas sighed softly. "I'm just thinking about us. How . . . hard it will be with how we live."

Blitzo remained silent for a long moment. He'd attempted to refrain from dwelling on the specifics of their relationship for the time being, but it was something they couldn't put off for long.

"So, it's not just as easy as getting a divorce from the bitch and splitting custody?" Blitzo asked, already knowing the answer.

Stolas smiled weakly. "I'm afraid not. To be quite honest, I have no idea how I could even start to go about that. If Stella and I separate, I wouldn't know what would happen. To us, to Octavia," he replied.

"You're above Stella, aren't you? In, like, rank? Ya know, royalty wise."

"You're correct. My family is more powerful than Stella's. She married into mine for the wealth and influence." Stolas paused, swirling his glass of wine. "Being it was an arranged marriage, I don't know the . . . consequences of ending such an agreement. Even if I am more powerful than her."

"'Consequences'? The fuck does that mean?"

"I could be retaliated against by Stella's family or even other members of the upper class. They don't look favorably upon royals leaving their marriages."

Blitzo lashed his tail in anger. "That's fucking stupid! You should be able to be with who you want, and—"

Stolas cut the imp off with a wave of his hand and a gentle shush. Blitzo fell silent, fuming with his arms crossed. His face was red, whether from anger or embarrassment, Stolas wasn't sure.

"I know, Blitzo," the prince said calmingly with a brush of his hand against the imp's cheek. Blitzo leaned into it, capturing the thin appendage in his own and holding it to his face. Stolas smiled at the gesture and didn't move his hand. "It's not ideal. But things work differently when you're powerful in Hell. I don't much enjoy the politics, either."

Blitzo frowned deeply into the caress, looking strangely miserable.

"'S dumb," was all the imp muttered.

"It is," Stolas once again agreed. He pulled Blitzo into an embrace, holding him in his lap. His hoofed feet didn't even stick out from the robe pooling around him. His tail twitched with the last vestiges of irritation.

"It's no use dwelling on," Stolas said. "I'm sorry I even brought it up. It's just . . . I worry about how my daughter will be affected."

"It's understandable. I worry about Loona all the time," Blitzo said, peering up at the owl from his lap.

"Yes, as parents, it is our job to worry, no?" Stolas hummed with a hint of amusement. "No doubt I've made her worry enough this past week. I'll need to talk with her."

"Ye, I gotta chat with Loona, too. Not to mention M and M." Blitzo scowled and bristled visibly. His tail flicked.

Stolas glanced down. "Don't be too hard on them?"

"They fucking drugged and kidnapped me!"

"Drugged? Oh, my Blitzy." Stolas leant down and nuzzled the top of Blitzo's head, careful to avoid the spines.

"Like, I know I was . . . erratic, but they didn't have to fucking do that." Blitzo's tone became sullen. "I trusted them."

"Baby," Stolas began, leaning back into the pillows, all the while holding Blitzo, "I understand how upset you must be about that. You've already been kidnapped for real. But I think that, while I know I'm in no position to tell you how you should go about this, you should look at their intent. It was quite obviously a ploy to get us back together."

Blitzo had his arms crossed. "I guess. But couldn't they have done it some other way?" he asked angrily.

"I'm sure they could have. And that'll be something you'll need to discuss. But I think their intentions were well off. Their execution, however? Could use some tweaking." Stolas smiled at his little lover, hoping to get one back; Blitzo couldn't help but respond in kind because Stolas was always so reassuring.

"I like the way you talk," the imp sighed. He relaxed into the prince's arms, letting his head fall back.

"Oh~? And here I thought you didn't like my fancy pants words."

"Your voice is sexy even if I don't understand everything you fucking say. I just like it."

"And you like it when I talk dirty to you~?" Stolas' words were teasing.

Blitzo rolled his eyes. "I think I like it best when you're unable to speak."

"Like when your thick cock is shoved down my—"

Blitzo lunged upwards, slapping a large hand over Stolas' beak.

"Filthy little mouth ya got on that pretty face of yours, huh? Maybe next time we'll remedy that," the imp threatened with a devilish glint in his eye. Stolas moaned under his hand, eyes half lidded.

"Nope," Blitzo continued, popping the 'p' and standing fully. He grinned at the prince and tugged his borrowed robe tighter around himself. "My dick's off limits for now."

Stolas purred, "I'll hold you to that promise later then, hmm?"

"Guaranteed." Blitzo winked.