Stolas was wearing a coral short sleeve shirt, the sleeves stopping just inches away from his elbow. It accentuated his slender forearms, leaving them on display. Chest feathers poured out of the top of the shirt, and Blitzø couldn't stop staring. He could do that now since they talked and officially became a couple. It was still new, just a few weeks but so far so good. Still, he didn't want to be too obvious and get caught and deal with Stolas' teasing.

Stolas turned and Blitzø quickly averted his gaze. Too late. He was caught.

"See something you like, Blitzy?" Stolas asked in that sing-song voice of his. Damn it. Might as well be honest.

"Shirt looks good on you. That's all." Or more accurately, Stolas looked good in the shirt. Whatever. Same difference.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it, Blitzy. I picked it out special since it's made of unique fabric."

Unique fabric? What the hell is Stolas on about? "Alright, hit me. What's so special about it?"

Stolas' eyes crinkled in delight, the way they did before he said something he thought was hilarious. "It's made out of boyfriend material!" And he broke out in laughter.

Blitzø stared for a second before groaning and dragging his hand over his eyes in exasperation. He couldn't be too disgruntled by the bad joke though, because Stolas' laughter was beautiful and Blitzø loved it. He heard it a lot more since they officially got together and he never wanted it to stop.

Stolas finally got ahold of himself and bringing a hand up to his chin he looked contemplatively at Blitzø. "You know, your outfit looks particularly delicious on you as well."

Blitzø looked down at what he was wearing. It was just a black shirt and jeans. Nothing special. Blitzø raised an eyebrow at Stolas, conveying his skepticism. Stolas ignored it though and pushed on.

"You know what, I think this calls for a selfie!" He exclaimed with delight, and before Blitzø could move Stolas was throwing his arm around Blitzø's shoulder and dragging him close. He fished his cellphone out of his pocket, quickly and effortlessly navigated to the camera app.

Blitzø let out a noise of protest. "Hey, I'm not going to take a selfie for a damn outfit!" But Blitzø's hand automatically landed on Stolas' ass. Good. It was a nice ass, and very nice to grope. And if Stolas' pleased coo was anything to go by, he didn't mind. Blitzø could see out of the corner of his eye the big smile on Stolas' face as the camera sound went off.

Stolas pulled the phone to his face to analyze the photo. He hummed softly, apparently finding it satisfactory.

Blitzø disentangled himself from Stolas, regrettably letting go of Stolas' ass. "Okay, you got your selfie, you happy now?" He inclined his head to look at Stolas' phone. It was a good picture. Stolas looked happy. Blitzø was captured mid-protest but the way they were intertwined said it all. For all his posturing he couldn't ask Stolas to send it to him. Maybe tonight when Stolas was asleep he could send it to himself. And definitely not make it his home screen background. Definitely not. Because that was what people who were sickeningly in love do.

Damn it. Because that's what he was. He wanted to see that smile whenever he unlocked his phone. The smile was authentic, and Blitzø caused it.

Stolas locked his phone and put it in his pocket. Before the screen went dark Blitzø could see that Stolas had made it his lock screen. Well. Looks like he wasn't the only one. His chest swelled with an emotion he wasn't quite sure what to name, but it felt nice.

Stolas turned to face Blitzø with a smile on his face, and Blitzø couldn't help but return it with a small one of his own. His eyes fell onto Stolas' chest, where his damn feathers were spilling out of the neckline.

"So… I think we covered how hot I find you in that shirt." He met Stolas' gaze. The red eyes staring back were heated, already catching on to where Blitzø was going. "How about we get you out of it now."

Stolas reached for Blitzø, talons scraping the back of his neck in an oh-so-delicious way. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." The talons trailed from the back of Blitzø's neck to the front before falling away, teasing, and Stolas turned to start the walk to the bedroom.

Blitzø grinned. Well if Stolas wanted to tease him like that, then Blitzø knew exactly how to respond. He thinks edging the prince for an hour is an acceptable punishment.

For once, Blitzø could see this ending well. And he was going to hold onto it tight because he wanted to continue putting that smile on Stolas' face. Also wrecking Stolas' ass and watching his face cloud with pure pleasure. That was good too.