Chapter Text
His spines were standing on end as they walked down the dirt path towards the line of tightly packed trees that hid the truth from all outside it.
Blitzø saw the single Piorra tree just beyond the organic border and he slowed, holding his breath. The inner debate as to whether or not to say anything warred within and his heart won out over his mind as he exhaled at length, stopping altogether just feet away from the marred bark.
“We buried Peren here,” he murmured, feeling Stolas stand close. They were still holding hands, had been since the minute they entered the car and the only time they’d separated was when Blitzø had to get out in order to open Stolas’ door.
It was indescribably hard to stay composed when Stolas was the one reaching out to him, but Blitzø couldn’t deny that it was also giving him immense courage.
Especially when he tore his gaze away from the bare plank of wood that jutted out from where Peren was buried, to the organic wall of trunks that stood formidably just forty or so feet away.
It was deathly silent, and Blitzø could feel the disquiet within his own Origin.
He sucked in air through his teeth and readjusted his satchel, the weight of the single item within it feeling like a brick. He blinked up at the dusky red sky and pressed a palm to the bark of the Piorra in farewell.
“We should get going,” he said quietly, alert without wanting to be. “You uh… you’ll wanna downsize yourself for this.”
He didn’t watch his lover’s transformation, knowing that having Stolas within such reach would have him itching to fawn over the owl in the first place. The other reason was that he couldn’t lose focus, not right now.
He took a tentative step forward, grimacing as he neared the opening in the trees that they’d used time and time again. The fact it was still there was terrifying, because it was just proof that this wasn’t some fucked up delusion of his.
“Blitzø? Sweetheart? Are you sure this is the best place for this?” Stolas asked timidly, clutching at Blitzø’s upper arm.
“Yeah… yeah it is,” Blitzø inhaled, taking Stolas’ palm and stepping within the darkened tunnel of bowed branches. A coldness washed over him the minute he crossed the invisible line and Blitzø shivered, heart hammering against his sternum as he took another step, then another.
He’d walked along this path so many times… knew it like the back of his hand and he hated the fact that an urge to see what lay beyond began to bubble.
The thick scent of sweet, cloying foliage was not one that he missed. The deathly silence was unnerving and unnatural, not a peaceful sanctuary that he’d once thought it to be. The trail was overgrown from disuse, but Blitzø was treading it like he’d never left.
He wasn’t scared, not of the Wraith.
The first sign of the world he’d once known was the dingy picket fence and he swallowed thickly, releasing Stolas’ talons and rushing forward without thinking.
How could he.
He halted at the vast dome of Creeping Crepuscular, now blanketed in wide, dark leaves of an odd russet.
“Is… is this it?” Stolas whispered, hesitating just behind him.
“Y-yeah…” Blitzø replied breathlessly, reaching out only to snap his hand back.
If he did this, there was no turning around. This was the moment he potentially threw everything away and he balled his fists, eyes scrunched shut tight to the point he was seeing odd blotches of static colour.
No, he’d vowed to do this.
He wasn’t running away.
With his heart in his throat, Blitzø pushed through the thick vines, having to yank his bag from their grip before facing the Grove that he’d lived a very real nightmare in.
Looking upon it was surreal, and Blitzø’s mind blanked out before a single thought could cross it.
The cabins were crushed, dilapidated and barely standing. Some had singular walls still upright, roots and heavy climbers keeping them in place but their contents were long buried under the shrubbery. The Nadee Spring was still flowing, and it had flooded most of the Grove’s right side. The chimneas were toppled, the main fire pit was rubble and everything was blanketed by thick zoysia that crunched under his boots.
He drew in a shaky breath, cautiously stepping over the charred remains of wood and fencing, of various bits and pieces of what was most likely the main hall.
It was completely gone.
The direction in which the standing remains were leaning depicted a blatant picture of everything being blown to the far side of the Grove, and Blitzø felt his heart sink at the realisation that whatever happened, would have been why everyone fled at the very last moment.
He blinked, surprised that no tears were to be found.
In fact, he didn’t feel anything.
Just a numbness.
“It really happened…”
Blitzø started, having momentarily forgotten that he wasn’t alone. He turned to see Stolas clutching at his own upper arms, a haunted look on his pale features as he looked about.
“It feels like I know this place… but I… I don’t remember anything that’s here,” the owl whispered, walking tentatively over to where their own cabin once stood. He stared at the one remaining wall before pushing against it, letting it creak before simply watching the rotten wood collapse to the Grove floor.
Blitzø trudged across the waterlogged flooring, finding broken shards of glass and even one of the latches he’d installed on the windows. He wandered over to the more soggier area where the great hall used to be, meandering about until his foot caught on what once were steps.
“Fuck,” he muttered, catching himself last minute. Nothing was recognisable let alone salvageable and he backtracked when he realised that it would only land him knee deep in the flooded Nadee Spring.
“Blitzø?”
The Imp in question looked round to find his lover where Andrealphus’ home once stood. It was nothing more than smashed boards but Stolas was holding something that had Blitzø’s heart lurching with a nauseating churn.
He felt the sensation drop south to his stomach and he shook his head, not wanting to throw up there and then.
“Is… is this…?”
Blitzø took a steady breath, closing his eyes before taking a step forward, then another. He reached out, gingerly taking the rusted metal contraption that he had worn for two fucking months. He swallowed thickly, remembering exactly how it felt to have it against his jaw and between his teeth.
“It is… isn’t it…”
Blitzø nodded, unable to release the grip he had around it. He tore his gaze away though, looking to the fence and everything else he had worked on day after day after fucking day- and for what.
He blinked rapidly as a gentle touch graced the back of his knuckles and sighed, setting it down on the rubble that was once the fire-pit.
“Come on,” he whispered, trudging over to the bottom of the ledge that was once his own. “We’re not here for any of this shit,” he muttered.
Stolas followed him with wide, sullen eyes. “We are climbing this?”
“Yeah, we’re climbing this,” Blitzø confirmed, hoisting himself up. He hated that doing so felt so fucking natural, so fucking instinctive. He remembered every single footing and he loathed it, because it was just proof that he’d really lived this.
He’d really been here.
The ledge was barren, and he helped Stolas up before continuing on. It wasn’t as arduous as he remembered and the top of the crag was still flat enough for him to sit on.
That didn’t mean he liked looking down, though.
His heart was pounding as he held out his hand for the Prince, pulling Stolas beside him as the top of the Wraith stretched out beneath the Pentagram that burned bright above them.
“Oh…” Stolas breathed, tugging his cardigan around himself.
Blitzø settled less comfortably, well aware of the sheer drop that lay just inches behind them.
“Oh Blitzø… this is beautiful,” Stolas uttered, gazing out at the ruby skyline and maroon treetops that stretched onward towards the minuscule scape of the cities beyond.
Blitzø would have appreciated it, had he not been here for one reason and one reason only.
He let the moment stretch on, just the two of them together, looking out at the Wraith and the rest of Pride. The Wraith looked different under the sanguine glow and Blitzø tried not lean into the memories of a cold, vibrant blue bleeding across it.
That was in the past, now. Just as all this had to be.
Blitzø scrunched up his face, carefully lowering the strap to his bag and turning to his lover. He cupped Stolas’ cheek and guided him in for a loving, gentle kiss.
“Why?” Stolas asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Blitzø smiled sadly, lowering his hand. “I love you, Stolas. I really need you to know that. No matter what you think of me after this, I just… really need you to know that I really love you.”
Stolas clicked his beak, irritated at the repeated notion that he would leave Blitzø for any reason and Blitzø hushed him, grasping the owl’s wrist.
“Stolas, I know you love me. The thing is, babe? Reality isn’t that kind. Not to me.”
Stolas quietened, a soft apology escaping him. “It feels like you always doubt my feelings.”
Blitzø snorted, shaking his head. “Never. I never doubt how much you love me. I just don’t have the faith that I myself won’t kill those feelings outright.”
Stolas was quiet for a few minutes, and Blitzø didn’t break it, knowing that this was no longer on his terms.
“What is it you need to tell me, Blitzø?”
Blitzø shakily took Stolas’ hands in his own, everything begging to be spilt in the form of blubbering apologies but he remained in complete control. He had to, just this fucking once.
“Stolas, you know that I… don’t fuck up on purpose, right?”
“I really do,” Stolas confirmed, tilting his head to the side as Blitzø wilted on the spot.
The Imp swallowed hard, a deep sadness opening up within as he readied himself.
“I… I feel… very sad…” Stolas confessed, visibly confused as he averted his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” Blitzø whispered, lowering his chin. “Those are my feelings, not yours.”
The owl paused, cerise-rose hues boring into woeful scarlet as Blitzø held both of Stolas’ hands between his own.
“Stolas, when I knotted you, I bound our Souls together,” he stated hollowly, forcing himself to meet Stolas’ blanked out expression. “I had been told about it in the Grove, but I… with everything that happened right after, I didn’t… remember that. It’s not an excuse, I know that I should have been more careful and more thorough with my Origin. I know what it means and it’s… I know. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for failing to give you a choice in that, because it was a choice you had to make.”
He took another breath, still calm, and still frighteningly composed.
“It was the reason we never had sex like we used to once I went through Rebirth. We both knew what it would mean and I refused to go through with it when I knew you wouldn’t remember. Being bound to each-other… bonded… it’s-”
“I know what it means,” Stolas broke in, retracting his hands and pulling back from Blitzø who felt his resolve tremble. “You’re right. I would have… liked to make that decision myself.”
“Y-yeah. I- I know. That’s why, whatever you choose to do from here, I’ll respect it,” Blitzø promised, not daring to reach out with anything but his words. “The thing is, Stolas, I have shortcomings and I am inevitably going to be a fuck up in life because I’m not able to comprehend what others do, or be what others can be, but the one thing I do have is a love for you that no-one else will ever fucking have.”
His heart was going to shatter his ribs at the rate it was going, but he wasn’t going to stop.
Not this time.
“That doesn’t mean that my love is what you have to want, or accept, or even choose. Being bonded to me doesn’t mean that you don’t have a choice,” he stated, voice wavering despite his tone being absolute. “I’m not taking your choice away. Not- not like they did.”
He fumbled with his bag, revealing a sleek velvet box with shaking claws, barely registering the near-horrified look on Stolas’ face as he did so.
“Blitzø-”
“We don’t have to exchange fucking rings, because I already saved a whole damn one for you,” Blitzø fought on, his Origin burning bright in a bid to keep him together. “We don’t have to have a big fucking production to declare that we’re together, because I’m not hiding it from anyone. We don’t have to change anything at all if you don’t want to, but I’m… I’m fucking asking anyway.”
Blitzø pushed Stolas to stand, the owl utterly bewildered and stunned as the Imp before him lowered himself to one knee.
Blitzø failed to even take a breath, so petrified to the point that he could only lift the lid to the box, unveiling a small decorative key on a single, dainty chain.
“Look, I only have one key to my heart, and you will always be that fucking key,” he puffed out, wishing he wasn’t shaking so damn badly. “That… this doesn’t mean you have to choose me but I- would you- can I be the only lock that you’ll ever fucking fit with?”
The silence was like a vacuum and he didn’t know how to react to Stolas reaching out and taking the box from him. The image of the Prince tossing it off the crag flashed in his mind and Blitzø honestly wouldn’t blame the owl for throwing him off after it.
“Y-yes,” Stolas stuttered out, too overwhelmed for words amidst the tears. He brushed the pad of a talon along the intricate trinket before exhaling a soft cry. “Oh Blitzø, this is too beautiful. I- of course yes, you- you didn’t have to go this far for this! You have always been my choice, you were always going to be my choice!”
He blinked at the Imp who was still kneeling there, expression so wrought with confusion and shock that Stolas had to pause. The seconds ticked by until something clicked and Blitzø recoiled, slapping both hands over his mouth as he fell back, breathing uneven as the tears spilled in quick succession.
“Oh baby boy, oh my love, my darling,” Stolas rushed, closing the box and clutching Blitzø close. “Oh don’t cry, please don’t cry. I love you so much, so so much,” he promised, leaning back and cradling Blitzø’s face. “Did you even consider that I’d say yes? Baby?”
Blitzø shook his head, feeling blindsided because in all his preparations he had not once actually considered that this would be a possible outcome. He’d planned to be told no, to be asked to leave, give Stolas space- everything.
Everything but this, and it had swept the floor from right under him.
“Heartstar, you break my heart and put it back together again in all the best fucking ways, I swear to Seven you do not realise how much of a treasure you are,” Stolas wept, kissing his lover between the horns and down the gentle slope of his face.
Blitzø tried in vain to control his sobs, not wanting to dissolve so terribly even though he was literally snagged in the midst of doing so.
“Blitzø, please?” Stolas whispered, offering Blitzø the box. “Please?”
Blitzø nodded, sniffling as he took the chain from the velvet cushion within, sitting up on his knees. He looped the delicate pendant around Stolas’ slender neck and secured it with a fluttering heartbeat, momentarily frozen when Stolas shuffled round, beaming at him with bright cerise-rose hues.
“Does… does it actually…?”
Blitzø nodded, holding up the lock that reflected him, watching with half blurry vision as Stolas inserted the small key. It turned with a barely audible click and Blitzø emitted a soft, emotional laugh when his chosen pendant popped open.
He scoffed when Stolas hooted in elation, feathers fluffing up under the vibrant skies of Pride. The Prince swiftly pushed it together again, not wanting to risk it slipping from it’s chain.
Blitzø blinked rapidly, dragging his sleeve across his face and gazing up at Stolas who just stared at him with an overwhelming amount of adoration.
“I really love you,” Blitzø croaked out, helpless in all it’s entirety. “I really fucking do.”
Stolas nodded, already pulling him in and bringing them together in a kiss that wasn’t as chaste as it should have been. It took Blitzø mere seconds to stumble and his breath hitched in fear, holding Stolas close in a vice grip.
“W-we gotta get down,” he stammered, too shaken up to bear it any longer. “I fell from here once and… and it ain’t fucking safe.”
Stolas tittered softly, not letting him go without another kiss.
“Then let us fall, Heartstar. Together.”
They didn’t destroy the remains of the Grove.
It was pointless to do so, especially given how much of it was already buried. The hardest part was not knowing what happened there, and Blitzø knew he never would. It was the first time however, that he realised that he may have lost some members of their small community without realising it.
Namely Ms. Yune, who would never have escaped with the others at her elder age. The thought was too distressing for him, and he was quick to make peace with it as he was a muddle of emotions already.
Instead, Stolas broke the banks of the Nadee Spring, submerging it all underwater. The owl had always been especially gifted in his magical abilities, but watching him accelerate the growth of everything lining the narrow trail back out was nothing short of breathtaking to the Imp who was still reeling from the fact that he had somehow wound up with… with a ‘yes’.
It was unbelievable.
Even more so when Stolas closed it up completely, the way to the Grove forever sealed off from anyone venturing along the line of tightly knit trees that bordered the Wraith.
It was officially over.
It was closure, even without all the answers.
Now they were back in the car, and Blitzø was driving far slower than he usually would, on high alert and jittery with anxiety because all the emotions he’d shoved down for the week were out in the open and he had no way to seal them back up.
He was out of walls and cages, of rooms in his mental mansion and out of steel doors to lock everything behind. Instead he had a thin film of sheer will that was being eaten away by the constant blurring of his vision as he kept his focus on the road.
One that felt fucking endless at this moment in time.
Stolas was just quiet, quiet and relaxed, constantly fiddling with the key around his neck with a beaming smile on his face that hadn’t left once.
Blitzø was still shaking.
He was like a raw nerve to the point everything hurt and he was trying desperately to pull himself together, to absolutely no avail.
He didn’t dare speak and he was hanging on a thread of hope that Stolas wouldn’t either, because if the owl chose to ask anything or say anything, Blitzø swore he’d have to pull over and cry it out.
He didn’t know what awaited at home, and that was probably what scared him the most.
It was just how his fucking mind worked. It didn’t matter how good something was, he was never going to be given the opportunity to wallow in the happiness for long because now he was worrying that Stolas would sit back and rethink everything, change his mind or decide that things needed to be said after-all.
Of course, the consequences of those fears made the journey speed up because whilst he was putting energy into forming a wonky plan for if Stolas wanted to sit down and talk, reality began dragging the Manor closer and closer, cutting time short for him to do so.
By the time they pulled into the lane, he was as on edge as he should have been at the fucking start of all this.
It was the problem he had. He was a tangled ball of wire that would endure anything whilst in that messy state but the minute he was straightened out he was a weak, breakable thread that wouldn’t withstand shit.
Such was his life and such was the case right now, because he had nothing left to protect himself with.
It was tiring having to feel like he needed walls up in the first place. Defensive asshole that he was, it wouldn’t surprise him if he started a fight in the first place-
The cutting of the engine was not supposed to drop him in an unbearable silence and Blitzø froze, realising that the background noise of the car had actually been an underlying comfort for him. He hesitated, wanting to turn it back on but knowing he didn’t have a choice now.
He felt Stolas’ gaze and yanked the keys out, opening his door and nearly shutting his tail in it with his haste.
He dragged a hand down his face, feeling sick to the pit of his stomach as he rounded the SUV and held open the door for his lover whose silence was now very much unwanted.
Good fucking lord he couldn’t stay with one fucking fear, could he.
Calms before storms were things he didn’t know how to navigate let alone identify and half the time he kicked off the storms in question with breathing alone so-
Blitzø blinked, momentarily blinded by Stolas returning to his full height and he scrunched up his face, locking up the SUV with hazy vision whilst the owl in question made for the portico.
Blitzø didn’t even look his way, not wanting to enter the Manor point blank. He opened the boot of his car instead and hauled out the cooler, knowing he’d be better off transferring its contents to the fridge.
It was a pathetic excuse, but it was the best thing he had.
Blitzø padded up the marble steps and through the doorway, half-numb as he stood on his stool and attempted to shove the cooler atop the kitchen surface. He ducked down when Stolas did it for him, opening it up and making short work of the task that Blitzø had wanted to drag out.
“I’m going to light the fire, Blitzø,” Stolas murmured, closing the cooler and pushing it to the corner.
Blitzø simply nodded, resigned because Stolas didn’t sound happy anymore.
Blitzø had ruined it already.
He trudged into his bedroom, kicking off his boots and stripping off with irritated movements. He wanted his Origin to boil but it wouldn’t.
Too fucking exhausted. Too fucking gone to linger because being away from Stolas felt like grating a razor against his skin.
He padded up the hall in shorts and an oversized sweater, because fuck it. He just wanted to curl up and ignore everything. Stolas was already in a robe, and the fire was crackling with the flames eating at the coals.
The owl gave him one look and Blitzø genuinely expected to physically fall apart. He looked down, surprised that no, his legs hadn’t come off and his knees had not buckled. He was still upright and he was just… standing there.
“You look so confused, Kitten,” Stolas intoned, reaching for a quilt that Blitzø hadn’t noticed was folded upon the armchair. He laid it out carefully, placing two pillows down before seating himself comfortably with his arms outstretched.
Blitzø blinked, hesitant for a fraction of a second before he was scrambling over, near-shoving his way into Stolas’ arms, his warmth, the florentine sanctuary that he inherently was.
“Did we overthink everything, my love?” Stolas asked knowingly, holding Blitzø tight enough that the Imp’s attempted reply was muffled to the point his words were impossible to understand. Stolas tittered, easing his embrace just enough for Blitzø to turn his head.
“Yeah. Can’t believe you said yes,” he confessed, sniffling lightly. “Really thought you’d throw the key at me or… say you needed time.”
“Do I seem that cruel to you, darling?”
“No,” Blitzø whispered, closing his eyes. “I think I can drive out the fucking worst in people, though. Like a fucking poison or something. I don’t know why I think like that, it’s really fucked up when I know you aren’t like that.”
“We all have potential to be awful,” Stolas mused, sliding a talon under Blitzø’s jaw and tilting his face up. “You do not bring out the worst in me, though. I said yes because I meant it. I love you and I am thankful you put so much thought into how you handled this, Blitzø. I have a most beautiful memory to cherish,” he uttered emotionally, grasping the key around his neck with a teary smile. “You gave me the most romantic proposal in the universes.”
Blitzø’s heart skipped several beats, realising that yeah… he had fucking proposed.
He’d proposed.
“I know I uh… said we didn’t have to have rings but if… if you wanted…”
Stolas giggled softly, cupping Blitzø’s face and nuzzling him with affection. “I am thrilled with my necklace, however, for the sake of everyone else, rings may be a good idea. Perhaps we could buy them together? For each other?”
Blitzø perked up, scarlet hues wide and tail oscillating in delight at the suggestion. “Fuck yeah!”
“I will admit I’m not… overly keen on the theatrics of a wedding,” Stolas admitted apologetically, averting his gaze. “It would probably result in bringing us unwanted attention at this point in time. I have bonded with you and that is enough for me.”
Blitzø flopped to Stolas’ shoulder, lashes lowered as he purred with a lazy grin, poking at Stolas’ beak. “You saying yes is enough for me,” he murmured, distracted by the way Stolas wasn’t fazed at all by him. That inherent feeling bubbled up, knowing that he was essentially being somewhat annoying and yet Stolas was still smiling, endeared and holy fuck he wasn’t losing him and-
“Oh dear, okay- careful, Blitzy- oof!”
Blitzø grinned, having toppled Stolas over in a bid to snuffle the owl’s head feathers which were now messily disheveled. Stolas puffed out a breath, several of his quills having fallen over his face. Blitzø would have gloated, but his gaze fell upon the chain around Stolas’ neck, the key nestled amidst the florentine plumes that adorned the Prince’s chest.
That was all it took.
His vision blurred and he leant into the palms that immediately cradled his cheeks, blearily catching Stolas’ equally emotional expression.
“Is it fucked up to cry because I feel like I finally did something right?”
“You’ve done many things right,” Stolas whispered, leaning up an elbow as he kissed away Blitzø’s tears. “You’ve done so many things right.”
Blitzø drew in a shaky breath, grasping the ombré feathering that framed Stolas’ pale features. “Not with you. I mean fuck everyone else that I fucked up with, whatever, I made my bed with them and walked the fuck away but you- with you, everything kept going wrong and it hurts so fucking bad.”
“Sweetheart- Blitzø. Whatever has happened, you have me just as I have you. I love you so much. I wish I knew how such a big heart could fit into such a small body and the only conclusion I can come to is that you are all heart, darling,” Stolas intoned, pressing his beak to Blitzø’s forehead. “That in itself is such a beautiful thing but I know it comes at a cost. I promise to help protect you from the cruel words of others from now on.”
“I don’t need that, I just need you to help me keep our family together,” Blitzø uttered rubbing his cheek against Stolas’ downy plumage. “Wanna be strong for us, wanna protect our friends and fucking… keep us all safe. Keep our girls happy.”
“We will do that and more,” Stolas assured with a smile, lifting Blitzø’s chin once again. “So much more, Blitzø. We have a whole eternity ahead of us and so much to look forward to.”
Blitzø chuffed out a shy laugh, gazing at his lover’s cerise-rose hues whilst deftly trailing his claws down the owl’s cheek. “I want that with you.”
“I want that with you, too.”
Blitzø studied the man before him before bumping their faces together. “Can I fucking kiss you now?”
Stolas smiled coyly, interlocking their hands. “I was hoping to kiss you.”
Blitzø sighed heavily, bringing them together with a roll of his eyes. He sank against Stolas’ frame, the heat of the fire going unregistered because the tongue against his own was hot, wet and pulling him into a state of blissful adoration.
He dropped his hands to Stolas’ shoulders, pushing the robe down until it simply slipped to the owl’s elbows. His plan was to simply run his hands through Stolas’ plumage, but the demon in question took hold of Blitzø’s wrist and guided him between silken thighs.
Blitzø whined when Stolas inhaled sharply, pressing firmly on the back of Blitzø’s hand. He grasped a fistful of feathers at the back of Stolas’ head and tilted himself away from him, forcing the owl to pitch forward with a low moan as Blitzø’s worked two digits within Stolas’ velveteen need.
“B-Blitzø,” Stolas pleaded, talons raking down Blitzø’s thighs as the Imp used his thumb to deftly caress the easily pleasured nub within the seam to Stolas’ cloaca. “Ah- Blitzø.”
Hearing his name said so breathlessly was enough to have Blitzø sitting up on his knees, near smashing their mouths together in a kiss that bordered on aggressively desperate. He nipped at Stolas’ bottom lip and lapped up the mewls that fell from him, unable to keep himself focused on any one thing as Stolas rocked down on Blitzø’s hand.
“Fuck, I wish you’d grind on my dick like that,” Blitzø whispered, relishing in the way Stolas trembled and nodded. “Yeah? You wanna?”
Stolas clicked his beak, cheeks flushed beautifully as he rest his hands upon ivory and rouge shoulders, pushing Blitzø to the laid out quilt and kneeling over him without much fanfare.
“Babe, gimme a pillow,” Blitzø murmured, sliding off his shorts and tugging up his sweater. He held the hem between his teeth as Stolas tucked the pillow beneath bands of black and white. Blitzø shuffled down a little, narrowed pupils focused on the way Stolas hovered over him with intoxicated cerise-rose hues.
Blitzø sank back, heart blossoming with devotion as he placed his palms upon Stolas’ lithe hips, Origin pushing hard against his sternum as elegant talons positioned his arousal upright.
Blitzø’s burning scarlet gaze flittered upward as he guided Stolas down, the breath hitching in both their lungs as they came together with a seamless glide. Stolas trembled, gracing the back of Blitzø’s knuckles with a gentle touch before he leant back on his own arms and widened his knees until they were flush together.
Blitzø groaned as he was sheathed to the hilt, savouring the sensation of slick, hot walls rippling around him. He swept his claws up the insides of Stolas’ thighs, biting his lip as they just remained locked together, Stolas staring down at him with glossy bright hues and heavily tinted cheeks.
It was too much to take in all at once and Blitzø emitted a soft whir, grazing his thumbs over the dampened tufts laced against Stolas’ most intimate of areas. He brushed the pad of one over the hypersensitive gem that was visible given the fact that his lover was spread wide and revelled in the way Stolas quaked, head tipped back with an ever so gentle rock of his hips.
Blitzø groaned, the sound tapering off into a whine as Stolas rose up and sank back down upon him, sinking Blitzø into the silken slickness of his frame with a shuddering exhale. The Imp blinked up at his lover who trembled in tow, cheeks rosy with arousal as his lashes fluttered with the pleasant pressure within.
“Fuck, Precious,” Blitzø gasped, constantly stroking up and down Stolas’ upper legs and around his waist. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
Stolas released a soft trill in response, small breathless notes flittering from him as he rocked forward with his body pitched back, his confidence spiking as he bounced in Blitzø’s lap with a drunken smile.
“You’re so hard,” he whimpered, feathers fluffing up as he gyrated his hips and drank in the way Blitzø stuttered out a moan.
"I love you, Stolas. You have no fucking idea how good it feels to be inside you,” Blitzø puffed out, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around the owl’s torso, tail following suit as he shifted his legs up behind the male he was besotted with.
"Do I feel good enough to knot?" Stolas asked, a weight to his words as he cradled Blitzø’s face and held him close, still keeping up the pleasurable grinds that had Blitzø’s breath hitching intermittently.
"F-fuck, yes. I’d knot you any fucking day," Blitzø groaned, burying his face into Stolas’ chest. “Would bond with you over and fucking over.”
"I’d bond with you over and over, too," Stolas promised, bringing one of Blitzø’s hands to his beak. “I don’t regret being bound to you, Blitzy.”
Blitzø's Origin vibrated with the admission, a deep purr reverberating throughout his body and causing Stolas to waver in place.
“O-oh, there’s your vibrate setting,” Stolas joked with a giggle, tail feathers splaying out as he bounced lightly in Blitzø’s lap. Said demon’s lips parted in a stuttering moan as he lost himself to the raw feeling of Stolas all around him in every way.
“I really love you.”
"I love you too," Stolas replied breathlessly, rolling his hips and shuddering at the pleasurable stretch that came with Blitzø’s hardened presence. “O-ooh, I can feel you swelling, Blitzy.”
"F-fuck, I know," Blitzø bit out, audibly losing his ability to string words together.
Stolas moved with added confidence, sheathing Blitzø inside him and losing himself to the press of his lover’s length deep within. He moaned as he felt Blitzø’s teeth graze his skin, felt those claws grasping onto florentine quills and the owl emitted a shrill note in response to the throb within him.
“Fuck, Stolas, yes, fucking fuck me,” Blitzø babbled, his knot catching on Stolas’ tight heat as the heady weight increased. Blitzø fell back, clutching at Stolas’ waist as the owl bore down on him and Blitzø snapped his hips up in response, driving himself into the sinful state of euphoria that Stolas was already succumbing too.
“Oh baby yes, please baby knot me,” Stolas pleaded, gyrating his hips as he lost the ability to free himself from Blitzø’s panting frame.
Blitzø grasped at Stolas’ arms, running his palms down the owl’s obsidian feathers before interlocking their hands together tightly, lips parted and sharp teeth gritting every time Stolas clenched around him
Stolas purled softly, moving his hips in small repetitive circles and Blitzø tipped his head back, a shuddering moan punching out of him as he lost himself to the way Stolas was everywhere all at once.
“Hah- fuck, that feels really fucking good,” he groaned, eyebrows knitting in pleasure as the pressure of his Origin became excruciatingly low in his abdomen.
“It does, it really does,” Stolas gasped out, face flushed and mouth hung open as he kept going, losing rhythm and falling forward with the sudden influx of ecstasy. It had Blitzø grunting in tow, slipping a hand between them and bestowing fleeting strokes to his lover’s slickened need, fixated on how much Stolas was falling apart.
“Blitzø, Blitzø-”
Said demon jolted, feeling the hot flow of excessive wetness rush over his hips and thighs, disbelief streaking through him as Stolas lost all forms of composure. The fact Stolas was shaking so desperately upon him had Blitzø cupping Stolas’ cheek, pushing his thumb into the owl’s mouth before chuffing out a heady laugh and kissing him before Stolas had even come down from the high.
Stolas whined as he was forced to stay in place, the Imp’s tongue coiled around Stolas’ as Blitzø growled lowly, thrusting up despite having little give in how they were tied. Blitzø’s scarred body was misted in a thin sheen of aureate, and Stolas skimmed a palm over his lover’s chest, well aware that Blitzø was yet to tip over the edge.
“Y-you okay? Babe?” Blitzø stammered, lashes lowered and voice rougher than usual.
“Yes, oh Blitzø, you make me cum so hard. I want you to fill me, baby,” Stolas whispered reverently, kissing Blitzø’s lips and face before sitting upright. “I want to watch you,” he purled, once again threading his talons through the gaps between Blitzø’s claws and resuming the light grinds he’d been lost in.
The burning in Blitzø’s pelvis was becoming unbearable and Blitzø clenched his teeth, the pressure expanding as Stolas trilled in delight, rolling his hips with intent as his cloaca flexed around the swollen flesh within him.
“That’s it, Blitzy," Stolas encouraged as Blitzø whimpered, tail kinking up with the pleasurable rush. “Give it to me, darling. Give it all to me.”
Blitzø's Origin stretched thin throughout his frame as his hips snapped upward, reducing him to nothing more than a shuddering torrent of wanton notes, Origin sloshing in his system where it remained trapped behind his ribcage as he succumbed to a web of sticky rapture that ensnared him for a merciless few minutes.
Stolas purled in relief to the Imp’s state of bliss, moaning wantonly as a wet warmth bloomed within him. He shifted carefully, pressing himself down on Blitzø’s knot and causing the Imp to unravel entirely, body seizing up as Stolas cooed with the elation of being filled so wholly.
Blitzø choked on a moan as he was brought off to a dizzying completion, the world whiting out as he snatched a breath between surges of unbridled desire. He whined as Stolas continued to praise him, and as the spasms dwindled Blitzø puffed out several breaths, so sodden with pleasure that he began lapping at Stolas’ knuckles, delirious with the love he felt between them.
That feeling only tripled when Stolas guided Blitzø’s palm to a feathered abdomen that was risen ever so slightly, smiling breathlessly as Blitzø paused then purred without restraint. Stolas tittered, feathers in utter disarray as he carefully leaned down to kiss the man who had given him everything he possible could- in more ways than one.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Blitzø whispered between kisses, cupping Stolas’ face with both palms. “I love you.”
Stolas propped himself up on his elbows as he gazed at their tangled necklaces, trailing a talon down Blitzø’s forehead until he could tilt the Imp’s head towards his own. “I want to be your only key, Blitzø.”
“You are my only key,” came the semi-focused response, Blitzø too enamoured with the Prince he adored.
“Mhm… you’re the key to my body.”
Blitzø scoffed, having caught the connotation and he rolled them with care, splaying Stolas out upon the blanket that he knew would end up in the laundry within an hour or so. He blinked away the moisture threatening his lash-line and brushed the back of his knuckles across Stolas’ rosy cheek.
“You know I’m gonna be fucking loud about how much I love my life with you, don’t you.”
Stolas returned the gesture, slipping the key around his neck into the lock around Blitzø’s, though he did not turn it.
“I will be louder about how wonderful my husband is,” he uttered, bringing his knees up and crossing his arms behind Blitzø’s back.
“Husband, huh?” Blitzø echoed, resting his cheek against Stolas’ hummingbird heartbeat as the high truly began to wither.
“I like the sound of husbands, Blitzy,” Stolas whispered, tilting his head down as Blitzø leant up to kiss him. “We got here and I want that. I want everything we can have together. Our own happy never-ending.”
“Yeah, Precious,” Blitzø grinned, the light dancing in his eyes as Stolas chuffed out an emotional laugh, several weights lifting all at once as they remained intertwined in every which way.
Blitzø inhaled deeply, snuggling into the embrace of the demon he had yearned for several lifetimes over. He could feel the threads between them and nuzzled into Stolas’ florentine tufts, overwhelmed in the best of ways.
“I want that, too.”
Stolas tittered happily and Blitzø exhaled at length, knowing for once that it didn’t need to be fought for.
Their happy never-ending, was already set in gold.