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“Stolas, heyy, hey Stolas, hey!”

Stolas was sitting on their couch, and he was reading.

“Stolas? Hey Stolas! Stolaaaaas!”

Blitzø seemed to have somehow multiplied himself into about 5 separate imps in order to vie for Stolas’s attention from all angles at once. And normally Stolas would be delighted to learn his boyfriend had developed such a talent. Except that he was reading right now.

Blitzø vaulted over the back of the couch to sit himself down next to Stolas, and inhaled dramatically loud and long. Stolas felt his beak twitch. Blitzø grabbed his elbow and began shaking him gently, whining out, “Stolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-”

Stolas slapped his book shut. “Yes, darling?” He snapped. Blitzø was grinning that charming grin at him, and he softened immediately. “Yes, darling?” He said again, trying to stop his own smile spreading out from his beak.

“Babe, I need you to step on my face,” Blitzø declared, his tail waving eagerly behind him.

There was a pointed clatter from the kitchen. “Well! I'm going somewhere that's not here!” Loona suddenly announced to the world.

“Bye sweetie, I love you!” Blitzø called, twisting around to wave at her.

“Oh, have fun, Loona dear!” Stolas called, turning just his head around a normal amount to smile at her fleeing back.

She stopped in the doorway, glancing back at them. “How ‘bout I text Via and let her know if she's thinking of visiting, to… not.”

Stolas tilted his head. “Oh, well, I don't think she was planning on visiting, but why not?”

“Great idea Loonie Toonie!” Blitzø said happily.

“Bye!” She shouted and slammed the door behind her, completely ignoring his question. Well. That was okay. She seemed to have a lot on her mind.

“So you wanna step on my face or what?” Blitzø asked as they turned back to each other.

“What, right now?" Stolas asked.

“Yeah!” Blitzø said, eyes big, smile wide, tail wagging happily.

Stolas considered this for a moment. “Yes, alright,” he said, putting down his book.

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø cheered.

He never could deny Blitzø much when asked directly.

–

Stolas followed Blitzø into their bedroom, where the stepping was evidently to take place. As soon as they were through the door, Blitzø stripped off the loose, open sided tank top he'd been wearing and tossed it on the bed. He then hopped on one leg a few times, slipping one leg of his baggy gym shorts off over his free hoof.

As usual when Stolas had a more or less direct line of sight to the space between Blitzø's legs, his eyes snapped straight to the substantial bulge in Blitzø's underwear and remained quite firmly glued there. And in this instance, he found things to be somewhat bulgier than the default. And though this was by no means atypical in Stolas's presence, he also hadn't necessarily been expecting it.

“Oh!” He said, beginning to unbutton his own sheer blue blouse. “As a sex thing!”

Blitzø stopped with the other leg of his shorts halfway off, and wobbled slightly on his already-bare leg. He squinted at Stolas. “Yeah, birdie, as a fuckin' sex thing. What did you think I meant?”

“Well I don't know,” Stolas said, and he sniffed haughtily as he slipped the silk off his shoulders. (Truly this shirt was one of his more incredible thrifting finds. If only every Badwill trip were so cursed!)

“Then why’d you agree?” Blitzø asked, finally pulling the shorts all the way off and tossing them along with the tank.

“Because you asked me and I love you,” Stolas answered, settling his blouse on a hanger hooked over his full-length mirror in the corner of their room. (Admittedly it wasn't his full length, but it was approaching it, and it wasn't even cracked, so he'd been quite pleased with that curbside find as well).

He caught sight of Blitzø's wide, watery eyes in the reflection. “Aww, babe,” Blitzø said, clearly touched by Stolas's very honest answer.

Honest answers were funny things. Sometimes they made people angry, sometimes made people laugh. Strangely enough, they usually seemed to make Blitzø in particular very happy. But it was usually only with the benefit of hindsight that Stolas was able to see why his answer had elicited the response it did. If ever.

Stolas smiled warmly at his adorable boyfriend, and went about peeling off his own tight leggings.

Blitzø was pulling off his underwear and Stolas was, again, as usual, very interested in everything that particular action revealed. Blitzø tossed his little black briefs somewhere that might’ve been the bed, but Stolas wasn’t looking there. Then he seemed to be getting down onto the floor, his cute little red ass bobbing and flexing tantalizingly as he did so, and his cute little red tail waving energetically in the air above him.

Stolas managed to get both his leggings and his delightful blue, star-patterned panties off all at once. There was a time and a place for delightful blue, star-patterned panties, but it was not now or here.

Blitzø was lying face down on the carpet at first, then seemed to think better of it and full-body flopped onto his back, adjusting his head until his horns were comfortable. Stolas finished laying his leggings down carefully on the bed and walked over to his floor-boyfriend, who was biting his lip and staring up at Stolas with eager excitement. “Satan, you’re fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed. “Ready to step on my face?” Blitzø’s dick was very hard now, and it bobbed slightly against his stomach as he asked the question.

“Yes,” Stolas responded, and moved a bit closer, standing near Blitzø’s bare feet. “Where should I…”

“C’mon,” Blitzø goaded, a wide grin on his beloved face, “Use those long, pretty bird legs. Go ahead!”

“Oh dear,” Stolas said, and hesitantly raised one foot.

Blitzø’s grin got wider.

Stolas put his foot back down.

Blitzø’s face fell.

Stolas picked his foot immediately back up and restored the grin, but he only held it aloft. “What if I lose my balance and crush your head?”

Blitzø groaned and picked a hand up off the floor to rub the heel of it against his extremely erect penis. “Fuck, busting out the dirty talk already, babe.” He removed his hand and put it back on the floor. “You’re not gonna crush my head. You weigh like, fucking nothing and my skull is rock-fucking solid. Like my–”

“Like your dick!” Stolas said, before Blitzø could. “Alright. But I won’t squeeze my talons at all.”

“Not even a little bit?” Blitzø asked.

Stolas hesitated, foot still in the air. His thigh was getting a bit tired now. “Fine. Just a little. If you like. But let me know if you feel your skull start to crack, please.”

Blitzø dug his claws into the carpet and said, “Yeah, if that happens, your first clue is gonna be me fuckin’ jizzing all over myself, so, y’know. Watch out for that.”

Stolas rolled his eyes. He very much doubted that, in the face of actual cranial trauma, Blitzø would be jizzing anywhere, but Stolas wasn’t about to verbally refute the fantasy. Instead, he slowly and gently brought his foot down to step lightly on his boyfriend’s precious face.

“Fuhc yeh,” Blitzø said with one cheek mashed into the carpet and the other moving against the underside of Stolas’s toes, “issat aww yuh got?”

Considering Stolas was putting hardly any weight on his forward foot at all, that was not, in fact, all he had.

He decided that he was already here now, committed to stepping on his boyfriend's face as a sex thing, so it was really about time he started getting into it, himself. He thought perhaps a more dominant, teasing vibe would be appropriate. Yes. “Hmm, I don’t know, darling. Do you think you’re ready for more?” He asked in a low rumble.

Blitzø’s tail whipped up and around Stolas’s back leg, attempting to pull him forward to put more weight onto his face. Or perhaps just in affection. Either way he was nodding eagerly under Stolas’s foot and wiggling happily on the carpet, apparently pleased with the direction Stolas was taking things.

Stolas leaned a bit farther forward, stepping just a bit harder. Blitzø’s eyes were watching him hungrily from between his toes so he affected a small, cruel smile and struck a bit of a pose, one hand on his hip and the other raised dramatically to his cheek. “I can’t believe you begged me for something like this,” he said, exaggerating just a bit. “How pathetic.” He squeezed his talons just slightly. “Is this really what gets you off?”

Blitzø groaned low and long but he didn’t seem to be able to speak anymore. He just gave an enthusiastic thumbs up and whined out a little “uh huh” tone. And his dick was still very hard, and it was leaking slightly now, so Stolas supposed he was telling the truth.

Stolas’s own cloaca had been leaking a bit for some time now, since he’d realized what exactly he’d agreed to, but seeing his darling Blitzø so very turned on by a foot in his face and just a little teasing had him clenching down around nothing. He decided Blitzø should really be allowed to see. As best he could from his vantage point, anyway.

He reached down with one hand and parted the feathers surrounding his cloaca. Blitzø probably didn’t exactly have a fantastic view from behind Stolas’s foot, but Stolas was quite sure he could at least see well enough to understand what Stolas was doing. He made little muffled noises against one of Stolas’s toes and tried to shift his head around for a better look.

Stolas stepped down somewhat more firmly, though he still wasn’t putting anything like his whole weight forward, and he clenched down slightly with his talons and much more firmly with his cloaca, pushing his hips forward. “Oh darling, whatever makes you think you can just go wherever you like, hmm?” he asked, syrupy sweet. “You asked for this, and I’m giving you what you wanted. I think it would behoove you to graciously take what you’re given, before asking for more.” He slipped two fingers down over his slick cunt, gliding over the outer rim and spreading the feathers further. He moaned a little theatrically and sighed. “Really, it’s always just more, more, more with you, isn’t it? Never satisfied, are you?” He glanced down at Blitzø’s hands still on the carpet, digging deep into the soft fibers there. “At least you know better than to touch yourself in this position,” he commented.

Blitzø’s fingers twitched and he groaned again.

“But you probably don’t even need to, do you?” Stolas asked. He ground the center of his foot, where the toes met together, gently into the meat of Blitzø’s cheek. “You could probably get off just from this, couldn’t you?” He let out a low laugh. “I could certainly get off watching you like this.”

Blitzø made some rather desperate noises, and he gave another thumbs up.

“Oh, you’d like to see that?” Stolas asked–delighted in, like, a mean way. He rubbed the flat of his hand over his cunt, the heel of his hand pressing into his clit and the tips of his fingers dipping inside. “You want me to get myself off, standing above you–stepping on your face,” while you lie there, unable to touch yourself? Unable to touch me?”

Blitzø’s eyes squeezed shut behind Stolas’s talons and he whimpered. It was a very positive whimper, though.

Stolas sighed, terribly put-upon. “I have to do everything myself around here, don’t I?” he asked, slipping two fingers into himself and finding himself extremely wet. “What good is your hard cock down there doing me, hm? It’s just going to waste while I pleasure myself with my own fingers, isn’t it?”

Blitzø moaned out another “mm-hm” tone and scrabbled his feet against the floor underneath Stolas’s legs, trying to get purchase to thrust up against nothing. His claws were burying themselves ever deeper into the carpet and Stolas briefly worried about their deposit before putting it out of his mind and continuing on.

He pushed his two fingers deeper inside himself, and then, when that brought the rest of his hand out of contact with his clit, he reached his other hand down to take up the job. He sighed and moaned and worked his hands and tried to press just hard enough with his raised foot to keep pressure on his boyfriend’s face without putting too much pressure on it. “Oh,” he said, gazing down, suddenly struck by Blitzø's beauty at his mercy like this. “You lovely little specimen." Blitzø whimpered again and Stolas had to take a sharp breath. “Yes, yes,” he said. “Pinned like a butterfly, splayed out for my inspection, aren’t you? You handsome thing, with your horns and your muscles and your cock on display!” Blitzø’s eyes blazed behind Stolas’s talons, and he squeezed his tail hard around Stolas’s leg and spread his own legs provocatively, as if to say– Look at me, your little fuck toy. Look at me, love me, use me if you will or let me stay wanting. Here I am; I’m yours to desire.

Stolas’s fingers slipped deeper into his cunt and faster over his clit and then, much sooner than he'd expected, he was coming, his release splattering across Blitzø’s bare torso and his talons near cramping with the effort of not squeezing them around the dear, dear face of his love, his light, who was groaning ecstatically at the half-occluded sight of Stolas bringing himself to orgasm above him. And Stolas finally had to pull his foot away or Blitzø was going to end up with a ring of talon-shaped scars on his face, added to the handsome collection already there.

Blitzø was immediately up off the floor, clinging to Stolas’s thighs and lapping at his cunt around his talons still working himself through. And Stolas’s knees went weak, but Blitzø caught him by the hips and guided him down to land gently on the soft carpet, his mouth firmly attached to Stolas’s still-spasming cloaca. Stolas heard himself making sounds he wasn’t sure he’d ever made before, which he absently noted was rather impressive, since he would’ve thought surely Blitzø had squeezed all the sex noises Stolas was capable of producing out of him a long time ago. But apparently there were always more to be discovered.

Blitzø eventually surfaced from Stolas’s cloaca with a gasp like he was coming up for air, and he immediately clambered forward to cut his supply back off at Stolas’s mouth instead. He was straddling Stolas’s torso, rutting rather shamelessly into him, though Stolas could hardly fault him after having been denied for quite some time while Stolas pleasured himself alone. Not that he would ever blame Blitzø for something so wildly sexy as getting off against him, but, well, whatever. It was hot, was the point. Probably.

“Can I fuck you, babe?” Blitzø asked against Stolas’s beak, barely pulling his mouth away long enough to get the words out before diving back in. He pulled off again. “Or are you–”

“Yes, you should definitely fuck me,” Stolas said, also loathe to pull away long enough to speak, but figuring it’d be faster than letting Blitzø finish whatever idiotic question he was trying to pose instead of just going ahead and fucking him already.

“Cool,” Blitzø said. He reached a hand down and plunged two fingers straight into Stolas’s cloaca and Stolas broke off the kiss again to moan long and loud.

“Fuck– yes, fuck me right now, darling,” Stolas begged, leaning back and spreading his tired legs wide.

Blitzø rubbed at Stolas’s open, trembling thighs. “How bout we turn you over?” he suggested.

“Yes, good idea,” Stolas had barely replied, and Blitzø was suddenly manhandling him in that very surprising, strong, sexy way of his, and Stolas was flipped over and up onto his knees before he knew it. “Oh, Blitzy!” he gushed.

Blitzø pulled up on his tailfeathers and mouthed at his cloaca again, which was very nice, but he was ready, for Lucifer’s sake!

“Blitzyyy,” he whined, pushing his face into the carpet and his hips up desperately to either shake Blitzø off or get him to go deeper, he wasn’t sure which. “Please!”

Blitzø removed his mouth from Stolas’s cunt and asked, with a smug grin in his voice, "Now who’s begging?”

“Me!” Stolas cried, turning his face to look back at his very sexy imp with his very big cock, which he was currently not putting inside Stolas. "I’m begging, now! Please!”

“Ah-HA! How the turn tables!” Blitzø laughed out, and suddenly he was rubbing the tip of his cock against Stolas’s cunt, which was an improvement but not a solution to Stolas’s problem.

“That’s not how the saying goes, Blitzø,” Stolas moaned, trying to push back onto that dick he knew would fill him so well, but getting stopped by a hand on his back.

“Yeah– I mean, I fucking know how it– fuck–” Blitzø’s hand on Stolas’s back slipped and the tip of his cock pushed inside just slightly.

Stolas let out a surprised, breathy groan, and Blitzø made a sound behind him like he’d been punched in the gut. Stolas jerked back with his hips and Blitzø made that sound again. Then Blitzø seemed to give up, and he pushed inside Stolas in one long thrust until the front of his thighs met Stolas’s ass, and they both moaned together in relief.

Stolas immediately wanted more, despite his earlier claims that Blitzø was the one who was never satisfied with what he was given, and he began sliding his hips forward to get Blitzø to thrust into him again. But Blitzø just followed along with him, until Stolas was scrunched up almost on his shoulders. “Fucking– wait a second, baby bird, fuck!” Blitzø bit out, gasping. “Just got my fuckin’ head squished so hard my fuckin’ balls nearly exploded, gimme a fuckin’ second, here.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that, but I want you to fuck me!" Stolas said, because he didn’t understand, but he very much did want to be fucked.

“I don’t fucking know–” Blitzø cried, “Stay still for a second or I’ll step on your fuckin’ face!”

Stolas had never heard a better idea in his life. “Oh, yes, darling! I do believe it’s my turn!”

Blitzø stopped struggling behind him. “What, right now?” he asked.

Funny, Stolas remembered asking that exact thing not an hour ago. “Yes!” he encouraged, looking back at Blitzø and trying to look quite steppable.

“Yeah, alright, ‘sonly fair,” Blitzø said, looking slightly apprehensive for some reason. Though still, Stolas noted, extremely turned on, which was the main thing that mattered right now.

He pushed Stolas’s hips up, somehow staying buried inside him, until he was pretty much holding Stolas’s lower half entirely off the carpet, then walked forward, slightly awkwardly, until Stolas’s upper back felt practically bent in half. Stolas pushed his arms straight out back from his shoulders to brace against the floor and keep himself balanced.

It was not… exactly comfortable.

Blitzø picked up one precious little hooved foot and set it gently on Stolas’s cheek.

Stolas felt a lot of things in that moment. Happy. Horny. Confused. Loved and in love. Highly physically uncomfortable.

Blitzø’s tail was wrapped around his leg again, and his foot pressed ever so slightly harder down on Stolas’s face until his cheek was pleasantly smushed, and Stolas smiled.

It was hard to believe his life had ever been anything but this level of pure perfection.

Then Blitzø said, “Oh, shit,” in a weirdly mild tone. And he toppled forward over Stolas’s upraised ass, still buried balls-deep in Stolas’s cloaca, with Stolas’s shoulders acting like a fulcrum point on the stupidest inverted-pendulum-style position rejected from the rough draft of the Kama Sutra for Absolute Morons. And Stolas’s neck might’ve actually broken if he were any less of an actual fucking owl. And in light of all that, it somehow took him a moment to recognize this fact: that his face was also now being well and truly stepped on. With, well, with all of Blitzø’s shockingly dense weight.

“Mph!” was all he could manage to say.

“Shit!” Blitzø said, in a much more appropriate tone, and scrambled to catch himself, pulling out of Stolas entirely with his foot still planted firmly on Stolas’s cheek, which actually was just kind of worse, both for Stolas’s cheek and for his cloaca. And then Blitzø swung his other foot forward and narrowly missed also kicking Stolas in the face in his flailing, and then finally managed to step off of Stolas and onto the floor.

Stolas lay on the carpet in a mild daze, still up on his shoulders with his legs flung up over and past his head, looking at his own messy cloaca.

“Stolas! Fuck! Are you okay?” Blitzø demanded in a panic. He came around alongside Stolas and helped uncurl him from the rather undignified position he’d found himself in, until he was lying on his back again. Then Blitzø gently took his hand and eased him up by the shoulder until he was sitting, bemused, on the carpet in their shared bedroom, legs splayed carelessly wide, and the feeling of a pretty nasty bruise forming on the side of his face.

“Yes,” he said, laughing a little, and finally looked Blitzø in the eyes. He looked scared. Stolas laughed a little bit more. “I’m alright, darling,” he said, squeezing Blitzø’s hand. “A little surprised, but unharmed.”

“Unharmed my ass!” Blitzø said, hand up and repeatedly making little aborted motions like he wanted to touch Stolas’s cheek but was stopping himself from doing so. “You can see my whole fucking hoofprint stamped into your fucking face, babe!”

Stolas giggled, and winced slightly as the motion pulled at the bruise. “It does hurt a bit, I'll admit, but I don’t think you’ve done any lasting damage. And I still heal fairly fast, even now, dear. It will be gone by tomorrow.”

Blitzø buried his face in his hands. “Fuck, what the fuck was I even doing?” he asked himself.

“Exactly what I asked you to do,” Stolas said, unwilling to let Blitzø take all the blame. “But if you like, you could kiss it better,” he suggested with a smile.

Blitzø leaned in and gave him the gentlest smooch on the cheek, near but not overlapping the bruise. “I’m so sorry,” he said sweetly.

Stolas’s cheek probably would’ve hurt less if he could stop smiling. But he couldn’t, so he just let out another little giggle instead. “Thank you, my love,” he said.

“Is it fucked up I’m still hard?” Blitzø asked, glancing down at himself. And, reminded of what he was missing, Stolas’s eyes made their usual beeline for Blitzø’s dick, too.

“No,” he said. He thought about it. “Maybe.” He thought about it some more. “Probably. But I like it.”

“Do you now?” Blitzø asked, and his smug grin was back, if his voice was anything to go by. But Stolas wasn’t looking at his face.

“Very much,” Stolas said. To Blitzø’s dick.

It twitched.

“Would you like to put that back inside me?” Stolas asked.

“Fuck yeah I would,” Blitzø said, and he urged Stolas up by his shoulders. “But get up on the bed. I’ve had enough of the floor.”