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After Stolas had thrown him out of the palace, Blitzø spent the next hour yelling, throat eventually turning hoarse as he tossed obscenities at the glass windows and stone walls. He poked around while he did it, looking for any weak points that he could use to get back inside. His first stop had been Stolas' balcony, but Blitzø found the doors closed and locked against him no matter how hard his threw his shoulder against them.
He'd crawled back down, burning with anger, body sore and went looking elsewhere. He couldn't find a damn thing. Stolas had turned his palace into an impenetrable fortress, and if he heard Blitzø's yelling, he wasn't responding to it.
Cold and angry and definitely not sad, Blitzø stormed off to the nearest liquor store and drank everything he could get his hands on. After the first couple of bottles, he didn't even know what he was putting in his body. As Blitzø downed bottle after bottle, straight from the shelf, the workers had become increasingly scandalized until they'd had security throw him out.
Probably didn't help that he hadn't had any money on him.
Blitzø had gotten a couple of good bites in before the two burly hellhounds had thrown him on his ass outside. He'd watched them lock the doors through blurry eyes. As he climbed back to his feet, he'd considered just going through the glass, but instead he crawled his way back to Stolas' palace.
It wasn't far.
The doors were still locked, and the palace was quiet. It took three attempts to make it back up Stolas' balcony. Usually he didn't have much of an issue, even hauling a bag of goodies with him, but he couldn't seem to get his claws to do what he wanted them to. When he did finally make it up, he rubbed his eyes, prodding at the doors, but they still didn't budge.
His throat hurt and his head hurt and something unnameable in his chest hurt too. Blitzø whined, a low sound that came from deep inside of him before he curled up, spines brushing against Stolas' glass doors, head buried under his arms, and fell asleep.
Stolas had asked him to stay, so he wasn't going fucking anywhere.
Blitzø groaned as he woke up, body a long line of aches. He shivered, cold, and the arms holding him, because he was being carried, tightened. Blitzø turned his head, clenching his eyes shut against the dizziness, to bury his face against Stolas' soft bird chest. And it was Stolas carrying him. He'd recognize those spindly bird arms and sugary scent anywhere.
"Y'ur not suppose be here," Blitzø slurred. "Locked me out."
Fuck he was drunk. Really really drunk.
"I could hardly leave you outside to freeze to death," Stolas answered, and he sounded so tired. His voice was rough around the edges, the same husky sound he had after Blitzø had him screaming all night. Or crying.
Fuck. He'd been crying. Blitzø had made him cry.
Until Stolas had thrown him out.
Blitzø's tail lashed irritably. "'Threw me away," he grumbled.
"I didn't throw you away," Stolas sighed. "I sent you home. Clearly you didn't want to be here." The with me went unspoken.
"Fell asleep on your balcony. It's high. Almost fell."
"You -" Stolas faltered, "you did fall asleep on my balcony. Why?"
"Didn't wanna go. You threw me away." Because Stolas had. He'd thrown him out on the front stoop like he was trash to be taken out. Like he was one of Stolas' little imp servants, to be tossed around like they didn't matter. "'Came back, bitch," Blitzø added, winding his tail around Stolas' middle. The prince had tried to throw him out, to get rid of him, but Blitzø wasn't about to let that happen so easily.
Stolas hummed, and for the first time that night he actually sounded pleased. Blitzø turned his head until he could feel that thrum vibrate right through him. "You did."
"Fuckin' right." Blitzø blinked his eyes open, only a little bit, but enough that he wanted to groan. He might have overdone the alcohol just a little bit. But it let him see Stolas. The owl had dressed down, out of his stuffy formal wear and into something softer. Blitzø let his fingers stroke through the soft, exposed chest feathers right in front of him.
Then he noticed he was still being carried. Stolas' bed was a whole five steps away from the balcony, less with Stolas' freakishly long bird legs, but they'd been walking for awhile. Or Stolas had. Blitzø didn't mind much, except-
"'Where we goin'?"
"To one of the guest rooms. You can sleep off your hangover there."
"Why?" Blitzø squirmed enough that Stolas had to stop and readjust in order to not drop him. It gave Blitzø enough room to wiggle around until he had his legs wrapped just above Stolas' hips, hands coming up to either side of his face. The Asmodeon crystal that Stolas had snapped onto his wrist earlier that evening glittered in the light, but Blitzø refused to look at it.
Instead, he had his eyes open, wide and disappointed as Stolas finally looked back at him, too. "You've clearly been drinking, even I can smell it on you," Stolas answered, voice disgustingly neutral. "It's best that you sleep it off before trying to drive home. You can, of course, use the crystal to get home and come back for your van tomorrow if that's preferable."
Blitzø shook his head, because both of those options sounded like shit. "Want your bed."
Stolas balked. "You can't have my bed."
"'Nother bed won't smell like you," Blitzø pouted.
"Blitzø," Stolas sighed, closing two of his four eyes. Blitzø knew if he wasn't using both hands to hold him up, one would be rubbing his face in exasperation, but, actually. Blitzø froze before wiggling. Stolas' hands quickly moved to compensate, one of them moving to hold his ass. Blitzø smirked devilishly. "If you're going to act like a child, I'll just call you a taxi."
Blitzø frowned. That was the opposite of what he wanted.
"'M'sorry for the fucked up shit I said," Blitzø muttered. "Makeup sex now?"
"Blitzø!" Stolas shouted, and his hands immediately moved to less risque places much to Blitzø's disappointment.
Fuck, he was horny.
And drunk.
Horny drunk.
"You are drunk," Stolas agreed.
Fuck he'd said that out loud.
"That too," Stolas responded, and he almost sounded amused. Blitzø could see the softening around his eyes, the tightness lessening from his mouth.
"Wanna kiss you," Blitzø mumbled. "Hear that?"
Stolas didn't answer, but he swallowed and that tightness came back around his eyes. Fuck. So, he'd said it aloud, but Stolas didn't want to hear it. Maybe he really did want to throw Blitzø away, having second thoughts about this whole fucked up thing.
Blitzø looked away, pressing his forehead against Stolas' shoulder. His eyes burned again, just like they had out on the balcony, and Blitzø swallowed around the rough catch in his throat. Stolas let out a breath and then they were moving again.
It didn't take long for Stolas to nudge a door aside. He set Blitzø down on the edge of the mattress. Blitzø shuddered because the room was so sterile compared to Stolas' room. The whole fucking palace was sterile in comparison, but this room was devoid of everything, warmth, light, Stolas' scent. It made Blitzø's skin itch.
Before Stolas could pull away completely, Blitzø wrapped his tail around Stolas' arm. The bird huffed a breath, annoyed, but Blitzø didn't let him go when he tried to pull the imp off. "Meant it," he hissed, wringing his fingers together in his lap.
"You've said a lot of things tonight, Blitzø. What part did you mean?" Stolas' voice still had that tired edge, but mostly it came out royal and bitchy, and well, Blitzø probably deserved that. At least a little bit.
"'M'sorry. I was pissed, and - and," Blitzø tightened the hold he had on Stolas before whispering, "scared. I really thought you were fucking with me." He still did, at least a little. "But then you - you started crying, and fuck."
"You're drunk, Blitzø."
"Fuck, yeah, I am," he agreed.
Before he could say anything else, Stolas cut him off. "You should sleep, then. Before you say something you don't mean."
"Said a lot things I don't mean tonight. Can't say the honest shit sober." Blitzø shook his head. "You asked me to stay, and I want to, I do, but -" he hiccuped around a breath, and felt that stupid burning behind his eyes. Satan, how many tears was he going to have to choke down?
"Scared," Stolas finished for him, voice hushed.
Blitzø nodded. "Yeah. That." He heaved in a breath and gave his tail a little tug. Stolas stumbled forward until he stood at the edge of the mattress, bracketed in by Blitzø's legs. In this position, he was just about eye-level with Stolas' crotch. He wanted to reach out and touch, but settled for wrapping his arms around Stolas' middle instead. The prince let himself be dragged impossibly closer, until Blitz could press his face into his hip. "You're fucking hot, and yeah, I want to fuck you, like, all the fucking time, but I just want to be near you too. I want to touch you, and take stupid sappy ass pictures on my phone, and wake up in your bed, surrounded by your scent. I want to make sure you smell like me, and leave bruises on your skin so everyone knows you're mine."
Almost unconsciously his tongue flicked out to grab Stolas' scent already in the air. Tentatively, Stolas reached out, setting one hand on Blitzø's horn, the other scratching down against the edge of his spines until Blitzø purred.
"I want to make you breakfast in the morning, and take a bath with you in a totally not sexy way." Stolas drug his talons down toward the base of Blitzø's horn, and his head tilted into the contact with a groan. "Okay, maybe a little bit in a sexy way," he conceded. "And go to one of those awful ass musicals that Moxxie keeps recommending because I know I'll be bored shitless, but you love that stuff."
"You want to take me on a date?"
"Yes." And a real one this time, not like that disaster that had been the fake-date at Ozzie's.
"And make me breakfast?"
"Yes." Blitzø didn't even know what owl princes ate for breakfast, but he could figure it out.
"And take pictures of us on your phone?"
"Yes to all of it," Blitzø hissed. "You told me you wanted me to stay, so I stayed. Okay, I drank a liquor store first, but I came back," he added petulantly.
Stolas pulled away again, and Blitzø wanted to whine, to drag him closer, but he let Stolas go, feeling his heart beat up into his throat, but Stolas only leaned down, a hand on either side of his face. His thumbs stroked softly over Blitz's cheeks, and it was so fucking embarrassingly cliche, but Blitz flushed anyway. "Are you sure this is what you want? I-I understand that I made it seem like I was just after sex, but I," Stolas swallowed, "I want all those things you said. With you. But you've been drinking, and-"
"Fuckin' kiss me 'lready," Blitz hissed.
Stolas' eyes widened for a moment, before he acquiesced, leaning in to press their mouths together. Blitzø moaned immediately, still so fucking horny and so fucking drunk.
Blitzø didn't pull away, relishing the hitch in Stolas' breath when he impatiently pushed the plush robe off his shoulders. When he had Stolas bare before him, he pulled the owl down onto the bed, clambering on top of him to resume their kissing. Stolas kissed him like a demon desperate for it, insistent and hungry. Blitzø nearly purred with satisfaction at being the one to make him that way.
Stolas' talons swept down, running lightly over the band of his suspenders. "You dressed up," Stolas said, undoing the buckles while Blitzø went to work on biting down his neck. He wanted to leave those bruises he'd promised, press his fingers and teeth into Stolas' skin hard enough that he wouldn't heal immediately.
Growling around a mouthful of feathers, Blitzø grumbled, "I wanted to look good for you." And it was the truth. He'd come to their full moon nights in all manner of dress before, sometimes stumbling in, blood still on his skin and clothes from work, but this full moon had felt important. They hadn't seen each other in a few months, and while he'd snapped at Moxxie that it'd been fine, it hadn't.
"You always look good for me, darling." Stolas' voice pitched high at the end when Blitzø delivered a particularly harsh bite. One of his hands came to the back of Blitzø's head, holding him close while his hips bucked, just barely brushing against Blitzø's denim-clad leg.
Stolas' fingers worked with a renewed urgency, undoing the buttons down Blitzø's shirt before Blitzø sat up to help him shrug it off. Blitzø tossed his clothes off the side of the bed, before crawling back up Stoals' body, smirking at the way the owl's eyes softened appreciatively over him.
"You ready for me?" Blitzø growled.
Stolas leaned his head back against the bedspread, lower eyes lidded but watching Blitzø. He spread his legs impossibly wide, inviting Blitzø to settle between them. "I'm always ready for you, Blitzy."
Some days, a lot of days, Blitzø gave Stolas what he wanted immediately. It wasn't difficult to get the bird off, the horny fucker. A couple of well placed thrusts, and his claws biting in just the rights spots could have Stolas clenching around him in minutes. Stolas never seemed to mind, occasionally begging Blitzø for a second or third round, birdpuss on display.
But Blitzø didn't want to take Stolas quickly. He wanted to give Stolas the slow, sweet stuff he knew was in all those stupid romance shows he watched. He scratched his claws down Stolas' body, digging under his feathers, teasing at the quills. Stolas arched into his touch, tittering pleasantly to himself. When Blitzø reached his thighs, he teased around Stolas' center as the owl squirmed. Blitzø couldn't help the smirk on his lips, lifting one of Stolas' legs to bite at the sensitive skin as his other hand teased feather light touches against Stolas' hole.
"I'm gonna take such good fucking care of you," Blitzø promised after Stolas whined out his name.
"I'm ready," Stolas huffed, "you don't have to tease me."
"But it's so much fun," Blitzø purred. With a hand on each of Stolas' thighs, he spread the birds legs even wider, until his thighs touched down against the bed. He let his hands tease closer until he pressed them down against Stolas' pelvis, keeping him pinned to the bed as his tongue flicked out, barely grazing Stolas' puss.
Stolas let out a little oh at the contact, hands reaching down to urge Blitzø's head closer. Normally Blitzø would have pushed him back, tied his hands out of the way or ordered him to keep them at the headboard, but he just growled, wanting to feel Stolas' long talons on him, raking over his skin, the sharp bite of them when Stolas squeezed just a little too hard in pleasure.
Blitzø let himself be pulled closer, pressing his tongue more firmly against Stolas' wet heat. The owl called his name, voice high and pleased. He tried to squirm closer, but Blitzø gave him a small growl and pushed his hips down more firmly until he stopped. Instead he whined, but Blitzø didn't tease him much longer, latching his mouth down around Stolas' cloaca and sucking. He felt those lovely talons on his skin, one tightening around his horn while the other flexed on his shoulder unsure if it wanted to push Blitzø away or pull him closer.
Blitzø didn't give Stolas a choice, looping an arm around his slim hips, bringing Stolas' cloaca closer to his face, pressing his tongue against Stolas until he shuddered. Blitzø felt himself purr, leisurely eating Stolas out until the owl started to push him away in earnest. Blitzø kept his arms tight around Stolas as he came up for air, finding all four of Stolas' eyes trained on him.
"Need you inside me," Stolas demanded.
"Bossy," Blitzø laughed.
The talons on Stolas' legs flexed. "Impatient," he conceded.
"Takin' my time with you, baby," Blitzø purred, but he supposed he could speed it up a bit. "Gonna make you see fucking stars." He didn't wait for more urging, pressing two fingers up into Stolas the way he knew he liked. It certainly did the trick, Stolas' body arching in a long line, before pressing down hungrily on Blitzø's fingers.
In their months playing around, he'd learned just where to touch Stolas, and he took complete advantage, tracing the tips of his claws along that spot deep inside Stolas that had his eyes scrunching closed and his mouth dropping open with a cry. He raked his fingers over it again and again until Stolas began chanting his name, talons twisting into the sheets.
Before Stolas reached his orgasm, Blitzø worked his fingers out, relishing in the wet sound they made popping free from Stolas. The prince opened his eyes, and Blitzø purred at the glassy sheen they'd taken on. Stolas only looked at him like that when Blitzø was giving him a particularly good fucking. And his dick hadn't even gotten in on the action yet.
Stolas seemed to sense what was coming next, body going soft and malleable as Blitzø bent him nearly in half, hooking both of the bird's legs over his shoulders. Blitzø ran a hand over Stolas' face, the one that wasn't still sticky with his slick. Stolas turned into the touch, nibbling at his fingers while Blitzø laughed.
"Gonna make you feel so fucking good," Blitzø promised, bracing one hand near Stolas' head, the other lining himself up. He pressed forward, dick slipping against Stolas' wet opening before he felt around, making sure he'd get it right the next time.
"You always make me feel -" Stolas' thought was cut off with a cry as Blitzø pressed home. He shuddered at the sensation of having Stolas wrapped so completely around him. It had been too fucking long since they'd last done this.
Blitzø made sure to snap his hips sharply, just the way he knew Stolas liked. His head fell to rest against Stolas' chest, and he could feel the owl's heart beating rapidly in his chest. Blitzø had done that. He'd made Stolas' heart stutter, his breath catch. He was sure there were tears back in Stolas' eyes, but this time they were from pleasure and not whatever asinine thing Blitzø had let fall from his lips.
"Blitzø," Stolas whined, voice high and thready. Blitzø leaned up, slowing his thrusts to grind against that sweet spot deep inside of Stolas, barely pulling back before pushing back against it. Stolas whimpered, and Blitzø crushed their mouths together, swallowing the delicious sounds down.
"Close, pretty bird?" Blitzø breathed against his neck.
Stolas didn't answer verbally, little huffs of breath all he seemed capable of managing at that stage, but he nodded, head bobbing vigorously. One of his hands brushed against the one Blitzø was using to hold himself up before Stolas managed to work his way under it, lacing their fingers together. Blitzø gave them a little squeeze, another purr working its way up from deep in his chest.
"Fuck yeah, you are. Cum for me, baby."
Stolas' body seized, drawn taut and frozen for a moment before he moaned, entire body shuddering with his release, hips grinding hard into Blitzø's own. Stolas dragged him close for another kiss, mouth wet and messy as he groaned.
As Stolas gasped through his orgasm, his cloaca spasmed around Blitzø, and it didn't take much longer of grinding into that sweet heat for him to come himself, growling into Stolas' mouth before biting down once more on his neck. Hard. If none of the rest of them bruised, he was sure that one would. It settled an animalistic urge deep in his chest.
By the time Blitzø started to come down from his high, body tired and languid, Stolas was squirming under him. Blitzø pulled out, leaving Stolas gasping. Blitzø let Stolas' body unfurl until they laid together, Blitzø collapsed on top of Stolas, their bodies pressed together. He cushioned one arm under his head, fingers twirling the edges of the feathers he could reach.
After a few minutes, Stolas hummed pleasantly, one arm thrown over his lower eyes, the other coming up to trace down Blitzø's body, the motion both comforting and doting. Blitzø let himself rest, exhausted but pleasantly sated. Not that that stopped one of his hands from dancing down toward Stolas' cloaca, touching lightly over the tender skin until Stolas caught his wrist with an overstimulated groan. Might have to wait a little while for another round then.
Stolas' brought Blitzø's hand up to his beak, pressing a soft kiss against his fingers. Blitzø laughed and couldn't help the adoring look he knew was on his face when his eyes met Stolas'. The owl's were tired, but the pleased smile on his face told Blitzø that things would be okay.