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(Blitzø)

Blitzø was collapsed on top of Stolas, both of them finally exhausted after their third round of the night. They had just finished cleaning each other up and sharing a joint before snuggling up in bed comfortably high together.

"You know what would be fun?" Stolas murmured, while his talons were busy scratching Blitzø's back.

"Hmm?" Blitzø responded lazily, face buried in his chest plumage.

"Seeing which of us could last the longest without sex."

"Explain why the fuck that would be fun." Blitzø murmured.

"You don't think it would be fun to tease and break each other down and see how long it takes until you finally give in?" Stolas said, his voice dipping a little lower.

Blitzø's face stayed nuzzled in his chest and Stolas watched as the gears started turning in his brain, and the tip of his tail began flicking back and forth rapidly.

His fingers began threading through the soft feathers of Stolas' chest.

Blitzø's tail continued flicking with excitement, this could be fun. Teasing him, breaking him down. Though, Stolas was very wrong about one important part.

"There's no way I'd be the one giving in, birdie." Blitzø said, lifting his head just enough to stick out his tongue playfully.

“I don’t think that would be much of a competition. We both know you’d cave so fast.” Blitzø continued, nuzzling his cheeks against Stolas' soft chest, which always felt so much softer when he was high. He curled his tail around his leg, and pulled him close as his eyes felt heavier and harder to keep open.

“Do you really underestimate me that much?” Stolas asked, Blitzø could hear the sleepiness starting to weigh down his voice as well.

“Silly bird, we both know how easily you fall apart for me.”

“I can assure you that I’d have far more self control than you. I’ve also gone far longer without sex than you have.”

“That was before you got a taste of my dick. Now that you get it every day, I don’t think you’d last long without it. Remember how hard it was back when you only got it once a month?”

"Still doesn't change the fact that you'd give in far easier."

"You're way too smart to believe that you'd actually last longer than me, Stols."

“Well, then I suppose we shall see.”

"Kay, what are the rules?"

Stolas gave a soft little hoot, clearly feeling excited that Blitzø was indulging him in this.

"Well, I suppose we can't touch each other's genitals directly. I feel like almost anything else should be fair?"

"Really? Anything goes as long as we don't touch each other's junk? So can we still jerk off?"

"Hmm, no, not allowed to touch ourselves either. Those are the only two rules. I can't think of anything else that should be off limits."

"Kay, so that's it? No jerking off. But we can still touch each other, just no direct junk touching? So I can tease you however the fuck I want?"

"Yes, I think that's fair."

"This is gonna be so easy." Blitzø said leaning up far enough to give Stolas a quick kiss before snuggling back close to fall asleep, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

Blitzø was confident in how easily he could make his bird melt. Blitzø knew how to tease him and break him down so quickly, he smiled to himself knowing how fun this would be making Stolas break down and beg for him. But… Stolas could easily do the exact same thing. He wouldn't admit it, but he genuinely wasn't sure how this would end.

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Blitzø woke up, still cuddled up to a sleeping Stolas. He definitely did not want to get out of bed and wished he could stay snuggled up against his soft feathers all day. Sometimes it still felt surreal having this apartment together, with a bed that was theirs.

Stolas slightly shifted and said in a sleepy voice, "Mmm, good morning, dearest."

"Morning, baby bird." Blitzø said, slowly sliding his hand up his thigh, wanting to feel inside his tight hole just a little bit before they had to get up.

"Careful, you're hands are getting awfully close to where they shouldn't be. Don't forget the rules." Stolas said, voice still sleepy.

Fuck. That's right, how had he already forgotten about their conversation before bed.

Blitzø stopped so teasingly close, and ghosted as close to his sweet cloaca as he was allowed. His hands then went to his thighs, squeezing as his tail gave his ass a firm smack.

Blitzø's cock twitched at the whimper that came out of him in response.

"We're gonna be late if we don't get up soon." Blitzø murmured, giving his ass another playful smack.

Stolas whined in response, followed by rolling over burying his face into the bed.

"I don't wanna." Stolas mumbled into the blankets.

"Fine, I'll wake you up once breakfast is ready if your feathery ass isn't out there by then." Blitzø said, climbing over to turn his head to give him a kiss before hopping out of bed to get ready for the day.

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While making breakfast, Blitzø had made an executive decision—business has been good lately, they've been making more than enough to make ends meet. So they could afford an unplanned day off.

Loona was more than excited and went straight back to sleep, and he sent a text to Millie letting her know they could both stay home—and added that Moxx should thank him for letting him stay home to get pegged by his wife.

Blitzø was wearing only a pair of tight, black shorts. Barely enough fabric to hold his cock, the outline very visible through the thin, cotton fabric.

Blitzø's tail swished happily behind him while thinking about all the ways he could break Stolas down into a begging mess.

He heard the sound of the chair at the table behind him as Stolas moved it to sit down.

Blitzø brought him a cup of his favorite tea that he had just poured, being so in tune with Stolas to know what time he'd finally make his way out of bed.

"I picked up more of the lavender tea for you while I was out yesterday." Blitzø said, earning himself a kiss on his cheek as he set the cup down.

"Thank you, always so thoughtful." Stolas responded, that soft smile warmed Blitzø's heart more than anything. Stolas looked so sleepy still, tired eyes and disheveled feathers—but he was so gorgeous.

Blitzø placed a bowl of cut up fruit—mostly melons and berries—and a plate of avocado toast topped with pieces of grilled rats in front of Stolas. He'd seen videos on Sinstagram of how to make fancy avocado toast, with different toppings and how to garnish it nicely—and he was proud of how well he pulled it off.

"Thank you, darling. This looks absolutely delectable." Stolas said sweetly as he took a fork and picked at the pieces of fruit.

"As do you, in those shorts." He added playfully with a cute little hoot.

Blitzø smiled, sticking his tongue out playfully and taking a seat at the table.

"So, uh, we don't have to go into the office today."

"Oh? Why is that?" Stolas asked, his eyes were glued to him and Blitzø loved it. His thirsty bird just stared at his exposed chest, so easily distracted. This really was going to be too easy.

"No reason. Just decided everyone deserved a day off." Blitzø said casually.

"Hmm, I see." Stolas said, smiling sweetly. He had that look in his eyes that he had when the kinky gears were turning in that horny bird brain. Stolas was coming up with countless ways to tease him right now, and that made his cock start to stir knowing where Stolas' thoughts were right now.

"So… how long do you plan to keep your little game going?" Blitzø asked curiously, as he scarfed down the cheesy hash browns covered in hot sauce he'd made for himself.

"Like I said last night, until you break." Stolas said calmly as he looked so cute nibbling on his toast.

Blitzø smiled and laughed a little, "You can keep thinking that. But you really just wanna go until one of us breaks? Depending on how long you can last, we can drag this out a long time, birdie."

"That's what makes it fun. Because I know how stubborn you will be, and it's going to be so fun to watch you squirm and break." Stolas said, slightly narrowing his eyes giving him that sultry look that got him so flustered.

Blitzø cleaned up their dishes, and went to relax on the couch for a few while taking care of something important before having some fun teasing Stolas into losing this game.

That important business being checking the bids on the few vintage Hellpony figures he's been fighting with some asshole in a bid war over. He was pleased to see he was still currently in the lead.

Stolas sat on the other end of the couch to catch up on this weeks episode of his favorite HellaNovella that he intended to watch before bed last night—before they got very distracted.

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(Stolas)

Before he knew it, they both got a lost in hungrily kissing each other—the sexual tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He was going to yet again have to try watching this episode another time.

This was already a challenge—and it was only a few hours into the first day. Blitzø pulled back and started kissing his way down his body. He lingered at his hips, slowing down and giving extra kisses. Then slowly making his way between his legs—so fucking close to his cloaca, already so wet. Stolas knew it was taking a lot of effort for Blitzø to hold back.

Blitzø then unexpectedly bit down on his thigh, making Stolas lightly squawk. Stolas knew that Blitzø didn't have enough restraint to stay that close without tasting him.

Blitzø then got up, scooped Stolas up and carried him to the bed, laying him down on his back.

"Wait here one sec." Blitzø said, rummaging through the drawer of their nightstand where they kept some of their toys and brought out the strap and attached the gray blue dildo that closely matched Stolas' feathers.

"W-what are you doing?" Stolas asked softly as Blitzø put the strap on him.

"Just relax, baby bird." Blitzø said in that low, sultry voice as he kissed his way up his inner thighs. He teased his way as close to his cloaca as he could, giving him so many soft kisses around his sensitive hole.

Stolas whimpered, so much arousal building in his core, already struggling knowing he wasn't going to get any release.

After what felt like an eternity of being teased, Blitzø finally kissed his way up his hips, and lifted his head up while staring right into his eyes. His gaze flicked to the strap and then back to Stolas as he lowered his mouth onto it, tail flicking with excitement.

Stolas watched as Blitzø took the the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. He moaned as he took more in, deep throating the entire strap eagerly.

Stolas watched as Blitzø enthusiastically sucked off the strap. He was being extra performative and vocal, doing everything he knew would get Stolas flustered—and it was working.

Watching Blitzø's mouth and tongue eagerly working that cock made him wish he could feel it.

Stolas could not handle hearing his enthusiastic moans and seeing the way he moved that tongue. It also didn't help feeling Blitzø's hardening cock rubbing against his thigh through thin fabric of his shorts.

The arousal was building up so tightly inside him that he was almost dizzy. He needed to be touched, but he was going to keep holding on until he had Blitzø unraveled into a needy mess. This was still only the first day after all.

Blitzø lifted his head up, seeming satisfied with his work and removing the strap before leaving a trail of kisses up his torso.

He lingered on his neck while his hands roamed his body. The gentle nibbles, his fingers threading through his feathers—it all made him ache so desperately.

"You still not ready to give up and let me eat that bird puss?" Blitzø murmured softly against his neck.

Stolas hooted, "It's only the first day, my love. Though, you are indeed making it difficult to resist, but we have barely started and I have no intention of giving up."

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Stolas spent the rest of the day figuring out how to get Blitzø's cock inside him without being the one to beg for it. He put on a pair of very short shorts that accentuated his plump ass perfectly and went out to the living room, where Blitzø was lounging on the couch, back to being focused with bidding on Hellpony figures.

Stolas climbed into his lap, taking his phone out of his hands and setting it on the floor as he immediately took his shirt off and went for Blitzø's neck—nipping and licking.

"This is only the first day, Stols. You really think I'd break down that fast?"

"You seemed to think that I would."

"Yeah, because you would." he said teasingly.

Stolas nipped his neck a little harder in response to that, making Blitzø cry out a soft whimper that sent heat blooming between Stolas’ legs.

It didn't take long until Stolas felt Blitzø's hands grabbing and kneading his ass—he could never keep his hands off his ass in these shorts.

Stolas wanted to bind his wrists for what he planned next, but first he wanted to let Blitzø enjoy touching him for a bit first. They were lost in a deep, hungry kiss—tongues tangled, breathing uneven. The way Blitzø greedily squeezed and groped his ass made him melt. The slick between Stolas’ legs was starting to gush out, dripping down his thigh.

He was getting too turned on. He needed to focus—otherwise Blitzø would easily turn the tables on him.

He reached into the couch cushions, where he knew the silk wristcuffs from a few nights ago were still stashed, and bound Blitzø’s wrists above his head. Straddling him, Stolas traced a talon down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. He paused there, teasing, as if deciding whether to pull them down—then instead slid his hand onto Blitzø’s thigh, running it slowly up under the fabric, dangerously close.

Then his other hand grabbed the spade of Blitzø’s tail, bringing it to his mouth and suckling softly on the tip. A low moan escaped him as his tongue flicked around it.

He stared into Blitzø’s eyes, watching as his erection hardened and strained against his shorts, watching the tension build as he lightly squirmed under him.

Stolas licked down the tail just below the spade, then back up again, tracing circles with his tongue before gently nipping.

Every time Stolas’ tongue flicked at that spot just below the spade, Blitzø’s tail gave the faintest twitch, giving away just how sensitive that spot is.

Stolas smiled, dragging his tongue up again, nipping at the edges of the spade before soothing it with slow licks. The way Blitzø’s body trembled beneath him, made Stolas feel drunk on the power he had over him right now.

Blitzø’s breath hitched, his hips shifting restlessly under him. The sound of his quiet whimpers went straight between Stolas’ legs.

Blitzø finally wiggled free of the silk cuffs—Stolas hadn’t tied them as securely as he could have. He’d wanted him to break free easily. He wanted to see how long until Blitzø couldn’t take it anymore. Which it turned out, Blitzø didn't last that long at all.

And now, seeing how worked up he was—how just a little teasing with his tail is all it took to unravel him so fast—Stolas knew this wouldn’t be nearly as difficult to win as he’d thought.

He had to follow the rules, which meant no directly touching his cock—but that didn’t stop him from rubbing gently through the thin fabric of Blitzø’s shorts.

Just a little bit of that was all it took for Blitzø to grab his wrist, pull it away, and flip their positions—now Stolas was the one beneath him on the couch.

Stolas hooted, this was going to be so much fun.

He melted into the feeling of Blitzø nipping and biting at his neck. His sharp teeth going through his feathers and nearly breaking the skin—he could let Blitzø touch and tease him too, and let him think he actually had a chance of making him break first.

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The next few days at work were spent wearing the most revealing outfits imaginable—Stolas did everything he could to keep Blitzø’s eyes on him, to keep him distracted and wanting. Wearing skirts barely long enough to be considered work appropriate and only wearing tops that fully exposed his chest fluff.

He’d accidentally drop pens on the floor so Blitzø would get a full view of his plump ass as he bent over, pretending not to notice.

He went as far as buying a box of his favorite strawberries and cream popsicles to keep in the break room freezer that he'd be sucking on throughout the day. Of course being extra dramatic with the way he was licking and sucking on them whenever he was in Blitzø's view.

Right now, Stolas was alone in the office. He checked the time, knowing Blitzø would be returning from a hit soon. He went into his office and sat down in his chair, waiting.

He was wearing an impossibly tight skirt that hugged his thick thighs and a button-up blouse that left his chest plumage spilling out.

As expected, he soon heard Blitzø’s voice, praising the team for a job well done as they portaled back into the office. Moments later, the door handle turned, and Blitzø stepped in to his office—only to pause and stare before locking the door behind him.

“Had to step it up after realizing strutting around here like a little slut wasn't gonna be enough? What's your plan this time, birdie?” Blitzø teased.

“Be a good boy, and come sit on daddy’s lap.”

“Really gonna talk to me like that in my own office?”

“Yes.”

He had expected more protest, but Blitzø obeyed—climbing into his lap, straddling his thigh.

"You're lucky you're so fucking sexy, that's the only reason I'm letting you get away with talking to your boss like that." he whispered.

Stolas just smiled unbuttoned and slid Blitzø’s jacket off his shoulders, then slipped his shirt off, his talons dragging lightly down his chest.

“How did the hit go?” Stolas murmured. “I bet my big, strong Blitzø did an amazing job.” His talons traced slowly down to Blitzø’s stomach. “I bet you looked so sexy when you blew his brains out. I'm so wet just thinking about it.”

A blush crept onto Blitzø's cheeks, "Yeah, you probably would have creamed your panties getting to see me pull this one off."

Stolas smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

“Take the pants off too,” Stolas murmured against his lips.

Blitzø stripped his pants off, tossing them to the floor and straddled his thigh again, pulling him into a kiss, threading his fingers through the feathers on his chest as he unbuttoned his blouse.

Stolas could feel the heat of Blitzø’s erection grinding against his plush thigh, the friction growing faster, rougher.

“There we go,” Stolas whispered. “Keep going.”

“Shut up—you think I’m gonna give in that easily, but I’m not.”

“I didn’t say you would be giving in quite yet,” Stolas purred, “but I don’t think you’ll last much longer, my dear.” He pulled him into another hungry kiss, only for Blitzø to break it.

“Keep thinking that. It’s only a matter of time before you’re the one begging me to pound that soaked little hole. I know that's all you can think about.”

Judging by the way his hips started rolling harder, Blitzø was clearly the one currently thinking about pounding him. He slipped his panties to the side, letting his cock slide freely against the soft feathers of Stolas' thigh.

“You’d love to feel how tight and wet I am for you right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Blitzø growled, grinding harder.

“You’re already so desperate, aren’t you?”

“F-fuck you.”

“You could,” Stolas murmured. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

Blitzø frotting against his leg technically didn't break any of the rules, though it was somewhat of a gray area since there was still direct contact. He could consider Blitzø's cock rubbing against his thigh off limits if he wanted to. Stolas wasn't sure if he should let him finish, he wanted Blitzø as worked up and needy as possible.

It had only been a few days, but it felt like so much longer. They were both struggling.

Blitzø was whimpering into their greedy kisses, rolling his hips harder, desperate for more friction.

“Hmm, I don’t think it would be fair for you to come right now,” Stolas said softly.

“Why the fuck not? I’m not touching myself, and I’m not touching your bird puss. Not breaking the rules.”

“Yes, though I don’t think it’s fair for me if I just make this easier for you.”

“You’d probably come too,” Blitzø panted, “just from seeing me busting a nut all over your thighs.”

His movements grew frantic, hips jerking, his face buried in Stolas’ chest as he clung to him.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. He was too close.

"Hmm, yes I think it's better to keep things fair and not let you finish.”

Stolas’s hands gripped his hips, lifting him off and laying him on his back across the desk. Blitzø’s chest was heaving, eyes wide at the shock of being ripped away from his climax. Stolas leaned down to kiss him, savoring the needy sound that escaped him when their mouths met.

The desperation in his eyes from being so close to release and denied—it made Stolas so fucking wet. He could feel between his legs how wet he was—slick matting the feathers around his entrance.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” Blitzø groaned.

“Very. I need you to review and sign those files I left for you this morning, sir,” Stolas said, adjusting his skirt and smoothing his ruffled feathers before putting his blouse back on and walking out—leaving Blitzø sprawled on the desk, panting, cock painfully hard and leaking.

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(Blitzø)

Blitzø was trying so fucking hard not to break. They agreed—no jerking off. But the need was unbearable. The horny tension had him so wound up he could barely think straight at this point.

There was no way Stolas wasn’t wasn't struggling too. Blitzø could smell the arousal dripping off him all the time. Blitzø wondered if Stolas had really gone this long without touching himself—or if he had slipped up and cheated already.

Blitzø was the last one to shower tonight, which meant he got the luxury of letting the hot water rain down on him without having to worry about how long he was taking.

He took a deep breath, and his fingers curled slowly around the base of his cock, and he began to stroke himself.

Oh fuck—that felt good. He couldn't stop thinking about how badly he needed to spread those thick thighs, and taste the sweet musk of his slick, soaked cloaca. He needed to feel his tight, warm walls squeezing around his cock. He needed that plump, soft ass bouncing up and down on his cock. He needed to be deep inside him, filing him up, watching it all drip out of him.

He got lost in it fast, stroking himself faster and a soft moan slipped out before he could stop it. Blitzø shoved the spade of his tail in his mouth and bit down. Fuck. Stolas’ freaky bird hearing would totally catch that. 

Just had to be careful and stay quiet. He could get away with this.

Shit, it felt so fucking good to finally give in.

He felt a little bit guilty to be cheating. But he needed this. He couldn’t focus at on anything, couldn’t function being this horny all the time. Especially after that little stunt at the office, edging the fuck out of him like that. Being so distracted on the job could cause him to seriously screw up. Jerking off was fair, it was necessary for his own good. At least that was enough to convince himself it was okay to do this.

He pumped his cock faster, breathing harder as warm water cascaded down on his body. Still thinking about his bird. Thinking about every way he had teased him and tried to break him down. Stolas knew how to turn him into a pathetic, desperate, wreck and he fucking loved doing it. Blitzø loved it too. Loved being safe enough with him that he could enjoy being a needy, desperate mess.

Fuck. He’d do anything for that tight fucking sweet cloaca right now. Stolas was practically falling apart every time Blitzø looked at him. No way Stolas could go on much longer when Blitzø could barely keep himself composed anymore. Blitzø knew Stolas could break him fast, but Blitzø just thought he could break Stolas faster. But maybe that was gonna be a much harder challenge than he expected. Maybe Stolas was right and all those years he went without sex gave him an advantage. Maybe he wasn’t struggling as bad. But by the smell of his arousal all the time, it seemed like he certainly was.

He let his mind wander to what he wanted most right now, knowing he'd come quickly. He wanted to be needy and submissive and let Stolas fuck him hard and deep—hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. He wanted Stolas to touch him, kiss him, and praise him for how well he was taking it. Fuck. Blitzø needed to be fucked. His mind could not focus on anything else at this point.

“Stols.” He soflty moaned, slightly muffled by his tail still stuff in his mouth.

He bit down on his spade again, trying to choke back the moan as he came so fucking hard, all of that pent up tension being released as a sticky mess all over his hand that immediately washed away with the stream of hot water.

Fuck, that felt so good. He just hoped to Satan he had been quiet enough not to get caught. Though, at this point—the thought of giving in and falling apart for Stolas was starting to turn him on too much to resist. Maybe Stolas really did have a lot more willpower to control himself.

That release wasn't enough. He needed more.

He gave himself a moment longer to stand under the water before shutting it off and getting out to dry off. He quickly went through his skincare routine, taking time to use the special moisturizer for the scarred part of his face. He tied the towel around his waist as low as possible, leaving the sharp lines of his hips visible, not that he intended to keep it on that long anyways.

He felt Stolas’ eyes on him immediately as he entered the room, following him over to the closet where he removed his towel and let it drop to the floor. Blitzø heard the soft gasp could feel Stolas’ eyes devouring him. 

He searched through the closet and grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on slowly, and finally made eye contact with Stolas. 

He looked so flustered and flushed, and this entire time Blitzø had been overwhelmed with the scent of his arousal. The scent of his release was always slightly sweeter than the scent of his arousal, and Blitzø definitely picked up on that familiar sweet scent. Stolas had definitely been jerking off too.

Only thing Blitzø needed to figure out is if Stolas was aware of what he had just done.

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(Stolas)

(a few minutes earlier…)

Stolas was fresh out of the bath, feathers dried and getting settled in their bed preparing to focus on something else while Blitzø took a shower before bed. Wearing one of Blitzø's largest horse tshirts that fit like a crop top on him.

This whole little competition left them bathing separately as both of them knew taking a bath together would be a greater challenge than either of them could handle.

He was holding his notebook and his new fancy fountain pen that Blitzø had brought back to him from the human world—Blitzø saying it reminded him of Stolas. It was dark blue and adorned with little gold stars and moons with a gold crescent moon charm hanging from the top. He had been writing out a rather intimate scene between Cinnamon Oatmeal and Lavender Soap—two of Blitzø's newest oc's that Stolas had listened to him talk about for quite some time before they fell asleep the other night.

Stolas loved nothing more than seeing the genuine excitement and joy when Blitzø talked about his characters and their dramatic storylines. Not only did he look so cute that it made his heart want to burst, but he always looked so genuinely carefree. Not stressing or worrying about any of the things that troubled his mind—he just let go and freely be happy. Usually during sex was the only other time he'd see him get so lost and enjoying himself in something.

Some time ago he'd discovered something that made Blitzø light up even brighter with happiness, and that was when Stolas began writing stories about his horses. Remembering all of the important details about each one of them, as he had pages of notes about them all.

Their was so much entertaining drama between them, that it was more exciting than watching HellaNovella. He couldn't help but want to write his own ideas and hoped that Blitzø would like it—which thankfully he loved it more than Stolas could have imagined. The pure joy in his eyes made Stolas want to keep making him feel that happy as long as he could.

He was writing a rather explicit story this time, in hopes it would help get Blitzø riled up enough to finally give in. Stolas didn't know how much longer he could last—he was aching to be touched so badly that it almost hurt. He was so wet, with so much pent up arousal coiling deep inside of him and ready to burst.

Cinnamon Oatmeal was a switch that loved to claim he was a top, and he was being a very needy bottom for Lavender Soap.

He was able to keep focus well enough until he caught the quiet sound of a moan coming from the shower. He set his notebook down and focused on listening. All he could hear now was the sound of the water running.

He quietly got up and walked out of the bedroom, up to the bathroom directly across and pressed his head against the bathroom door to listen.

He could pick up the muffled sounds of Blitzø choking back his moans while he could hear the wet sounds of him pumping his cock underneath the stream of water. The jolt of arousal that shot between his legs almost made his knees buckle.

He let his hand wander down between his legs, and let his talons rub around the entrance of his wet, needy hole that was already so wet with slick. He'd been craving this for so long, anything to relieve this pent up frustration that was driving him mad. He tried to stay quiet and breathe steady while listening to the sounds of Blitzø touching himself.

He struggled to choke back his own moan and quickly made his way back to the bed, under the covers and immediately let his hand make it's way between his legs again. If he was going to cheat too, he couldn't risk getting caught.

Knowing Blitzø was in there touching himself, because he was so needy and desperate for him that he couldn’t wait any longer. That made him so ache with need.

He slipped off the shirt of Blitzø's he was wearing and tried to pick up as much of his imp's scent from it as he could, despite his sense of smell being far weaker. He always envied Blitzø's strong sense of smell. He teased his soaked entrance before slipping two talons in and oh Lucifer did that feel so fucking good.

He’d tried so fucking hard to resist the urges to touch himself, but if Blitzø was gonna be the one to break first, then it didn’t matter now if Stolas released some of his unbearably horny, built up tension too.

He’d already won. But would be more fun to let them both continue this game. Until he could make Blitzø beg. If Blitzø was willing to cheat by sneakily jerking off in the shower then he knew it would not be hard to get him to cave at this point, he had him so close.

“Fuck—Blitzø!” He moaned, trying to work himself up to hitting his climax as quickly as he could. It felt so fucking good to feel his talons sliding in and out, scissoring and stretching himself, while his other hand rubbed the oversensitive nerves around his entrance. He wanted so badly to be filled with Blitzø's thick cock.

He tried his best to stay quiet as he fantasized about Blitzø touching himself in the shower right now.

Knowing Blitzø was the one that gave in first drove him wild. He knew that Blitzø couldn't resist him. He was going to come to bed soon and break, there was no way he was lasting another night. Even if he had cheated and gotten some release. He would soon be begging to be fucked.

Stolas was already so fucking close.

It didn’t take too much longer until his legs were shaking as his orgasm surged through him, so many waves of pleasure as he fucked himself with his talons and rubbed his sensitive nerves until it was too overwhelming. After riding out his orgasm, he caught his breath, trying to wait for his heartbeat to go back to normal. Hoping Blitzø wouldn’t be able to tell what he just did.

Just as Stolas picked his notebook and pen back up and tried to focus again, Blitzø walked into the bedroom and Stolas' eyes immediately drifted towards his body. Watching as the beads of water slid from his chest, rolled over the sharp lines of his abs, and disappeared below that dangerously low towel wrapped around his hips. Then Blitzø let the towel fall to the floor.

Stolas couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped him as he felt the heat coiling in his core again.

And to make matters worse—he bent over to pull on the smallest pair of shorts. Tight shorts that showed off his ass so nicely, leaving nothing to the imagination. Tight enough that the outline of his dick was visible through the thin fabric.

Stolas placed the notebook and pen on the nightstand and Blitzø made his way over and crawled into bed beside him, pressing up against his side. He pulled Stolas close with a mischievous smirk and kissed him, slow and needy. His hands kept from wandering too much—but Stolas could feel how much effort that took.

Then Blitzø pulled back just slightly, voice low and husky against his beak.

“What were you doing while I was in the shower?”

Stolas blinked, trying not to stumble over himself and give anything away.

“Just... writing something. Something for you, actually.” he said with a happy little hoot.

Blitzø raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Tell me more, baby bird.”

Stolas blushed instantly, feathers fluffing at Blitzø talking to him in that low voice that melted him.

"Well, something a bit explicit," he hooted before continuing "I don't want to spoil it all, but Cinnamon Oatmeal is being a very needy bottom for Lavender Soap. I'm at a scene where he's tied up and begging for Lavender Soap to show him how much of a needy slut he is. I could read to you what I have so far, or I could perhaps show you some of the ideas if you'd just ask me to touch you."

Blitzø's tail wagged excitedly.

"Oh fuck yeah? I want you to read it to me in a little bit, after you ask me to touch you. Cause you really wanna end this, don't you? It's been long enough. I know you can't hold on much longer without my cock inside you. You just have to say the words, baby bird. I'll take care of you and make you feel so fucking good."

Blitzø pulled him in for a kiss before continuing. He pulled back and flicked his tongue out for a split second to taste that sweet lingering scent of his release.

"Seems like you've been a naughty bird. Were you touching yourself?"

“I mean—well, no. I am just quite flustered, as expected, given the current game we’re playing.”

Blitzø’s eyes narrowed playfully.

“So you’re really saying you weren’t getting off in here while I was in the shower?”

“N-no,” Stolas lied, voice pitching higher as he leaned back in for another kiss, hoping it would distract him. Blitzø had broken the rules first—he really had no reason to worry.

But Blitzø just smiled into the kiss.

“You’re the worst liar, Stols.”

Stolas’ eyes widened slightly before narrowing again.

“Well, alright, fine. Perhaps I was relieving some tension. But the only reason I did so was because I heard you touching yourself first.”

Blitzø pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him.

“So you heard me? And that got you so wet and needy you couldn’t control yourself?”

Stolas whimpered as his hands started to wander—trailing down Blitzø’s abs, up over his chest. The kiss between them deepened again, turning messier, more desperate.

“Y-yes. I couldn’t help myself,” Stolas admitted breathlessly.

Blitzø moaned, grinding his hips slightly against Stolas' thigh.

"Kay, we are even, we both got to jerk off. So...” his voice dipped lower, “you really wanna keep this up? Or you ready to come bounce on daddy's cock?”

He bucked his hips again, just a little. The heat of his cock through the thin fabric pressed against Stolas’ thigh. 

Blitzø was trying to wrestle back control and Stolas couldn’t allow that.

Not when he’d come this far. Not when he was so close to seeing Blitzø break.

“I know how bad you want it, Stols.” Blitzø leaned in closer, voice hot against his neck. “This little game isn’t worth it. I could be making you feel so fucking good right now. Make you come again and again until you're a shaking, leaking mess.”

Stolas whimpered softly, shifting slightly, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his core.

“I’m determined,” he said, his voice a bit shaky.

“If you’d like to give up, you’re more than welcome to. I’d certainly be happy for it. But I won’t be the one to give in.” Stolas continued.

Blitzø’s breath caught. He let out the tiniest whimper, trying to swallow it back.

“Mmm, come on, birdie,” he murmured, grinding up against him again. “I know you really get off on seeing how much teasing I can take. But don’t you just want to let go and finally feel me inside you? You miss how good it feels being stretched and full with my come leaking out of you, don't you?”

He rocked his hips against him again, cock hardening more with every movement. It was too much for Stolas.

“Mmm, stop,” Stolas whined—but there was no real conviction in his voice. He was starting to fall apart, but he was too determined to win. He needed to see Blitzø begging under him.

“Mmm, you really want me to stop?”

“N-no... You know what I want.”

“Tell me.”

Stolas took a breath. Blitzø shouldn’t have asked him that and given him this opportunity to take back control. But he had and Stolas wasn’t about to let that opportunity go to waste. He knew exactly what he needed to say to make Blitzø melt into submission.

“I want to tease you until you’re a whimpering mess,” he purred, “grinding against me, begging me to fuck you senseless.”

Then he leaned in close enough that Blitzø could feel every word against his lips. His voice dipped low, in that intoxicating tone that could unravel him completely.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Lasted so long. I know how pent up you are.”

He dragged a talon slowly down Blitzø’s side.

“I want to be the one taking care of you. Wouldn't you like to relax and let me fuck you nice and deep, stretch that tight little hole of yours? Hmmm, wouldn't it feel so good to let daddy give your cock some much deserved attention? You want that, don't you? You want to be a good boy and let me take care of you.”

Blitzø’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushed and Stolas could feel the exact moment he started to crack.

His hands roamed Stolas’ body, desperate to hold onto something—fingers trailing his sides before grabbing his ass and yanking him in tight. Needing him close. Needing him now.

“Mmm, fuck you.” Blitzø mumbled, knowing he had lost the upper hand in this situation.

Blitzø nuzzled his face into the soft feathers in front of him.

“Mmm, no, darling—You’d be the one getting fucked. My sweet boy deserves so much attention.” 

Right now, after all this pent up frustration, it was that easy to flip him into submissive mode.

“Please, Stols.” Blitzø asked softly. The plea was so desperate. Stolas knew he had already won, he could tell Blitzø was finally at his limit. It was so incredibly hot to see him like this.

Stolas loved when Blitzø opened up, and was willing to give him all control.

Stolas flipped their positions, straddling him and gripping his wrists. Then pinning him beneath him as he leaned down, kissing up his toned chest, beak grazing beautifully scarred skin, tongue teasing over every inch. He lingered at his neck, softly nipping at the soft skin.

Then he whispered softly.

“Please, what? All you have to do is ask daddy to take care of you… tell me what you want and I’ll give you everything you ask for.”

Blitzø’s cock twitched hard against him through the fabric, and Stolas knew exactly what he was doing.

Blitzø was so close to breaking.

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(Blitzø)

“Shit, Stols… this is not fucking fair,” Blitzø whined, voice strained with need.

Stolas was getting too good at this—at making him melt into a needy, submissive mess. Because Blitzø had let him get this close. Had trusted him enough to break apart all the walls he used to hide behind. He knew his body so intimately it was so too easy to tease him into submission.

It felt so good not being afraid of that.

“Mmm. Why not?” Stolas purred in that low voice that made Blitzø’s cock twitch as his voice vibrated against his neck.

There was a time when Blitzø never would’ve come close to losing a game like this. But now? It was hard because giving up control wasn’t scary anymore.

Because letting Stolas affect him like this—make him unravel like this—felt fucking incredible.

He knew Stolas would not let it go if Blitzø caved first. His mind was so clouded with lust, with need, that he couldn’t care. It wasn’t worth it anymore. Not when he could have what he wanted. What he needed.

“It’s not fair that you’ve got me acting like a needy slut for you,” he muttered, admitting his defeat.

Stolas didn’t respond right away. He just spread Blitzø’s legs, talons sliding under the waistband of those tight little shorts and tugging them down.

His hard cock sprang free—already aching and dripping with precum.

Then Stolas’ hands were sliding up his thighs and two talons began to trace slow circles around the rim of his tight hole.

“I know exactly what you want, darling. You’ve been dying to feel me inside you, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, Stols.” Blitzø moaned, hips twitching.

He was so stubborn and hated giving in. Hated being the first to break. But dear fucking Satan— it didn’t matter anymore.

All he had to do was say it. Just beg, and Stolas would ruin him.

“Use your words, love,” Stolas whispered.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck you,” Blitzø murmured—but it came out as a whimper.

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"Hmm, you're really not ready to give in?" Stolas teased before continuing, "Well, now that we've each broken the rule of no touching ourselves—I suppose it's alright for me to do this?"

Blitzø then watched as Stolas' hand slipped between his thighs and started rubbing his soaked entrance. Oh this was not fucking fair.

"Fuck." Blitzø whispered, eyes locked between his legs.

"You could be the one doing this. You could be the one touching me if you just let me win this silly little game." Stolas said, slipping his talons inside his tight, warm cloaca. The flushed expression on his face as he moaned with pleasure was almost too much.

"Oh Lucifer, that feels good—but would feel so much better if it was you touching me." Stolas softly moaning.

"Kay, I can play this game too, birdie."

Blitzø let his hand wander down and wrap around his aching cock. If Stolas could tease him—Blitzø could tease back. He started stroking his cock so very slowly, not holding back the soft moans from how fucking good it felt.

Stolas responded by pumping three talons in and out of himself hard and fast while his free hand reached around in the nightstand drawer next to him until he found the toy he was looking for. He then positioned himself so that he was straddled backwards over Blitzø, and bent over so that Blitzø had a very clear view of his dripping cloaca as he shoved an egg shaped vibrator inside himself.

Stolas had the controller in his other hand, turning it on and Blitzø watched his cloaca tense and his legs quiver. Blitzø then watched as Stolas pumped his talons in and out, so much slick gushing out that he was nearly dripping. He wanted nothing more than to grab his ass and devour that fucking bird puss—it was so fucking tempting.

"Sit in front of me, and face me." Blitzø instructed, trying to not let it show in his voice how needy he was.

Stolas obliged, leaning against the headboard and spreading his legs—but then teased, "I could turn back around and keep going, that seems to be getting you quite worked up, hmm?"

"Shut the fuck up, keep touching yourself." Blitzø said, sitting directly in front of Stolas and leaning against a few stacked pillows—spreading his legs wide open just as Stolas had. He kept pumping his cock and lubed the spade of his tail with some of the slick leaking onto Stolas' thigh and then used his tail to prod at his tight asshole.

Stolas reacted by moaning and turning up the vibration.

"Is birdie gonna come for me? Wouldn't you rather just let me take care of you? Hmm? I know how badly you miss my mouth on you. I could eat you out for the rest of the night, baby bird. Make you come again and again. All you have to do is ask for it."

"Fuck." is all Stolas said, as he frantically worked his hands, panting and moaning while his talons gripped at the sheets.

"Come on birdie…" Blitzø murmured, watching Stolas' eyes which were now glued to his cock.

"Yeah, my little slut misses this dick so bad don't you?" Blitzø said, giving himself a squeeze and slowly stroking himself to let Stolas drink in the sight of his hard, leaking cock. He had to go slower because if he kept up that quicker pace, he was gonna come too fast. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible. He was too close to giving in before. The only way he had any last chance of winning this is if he could get Stolas to break right here.

"I see how thirsty birdie is for my cock. Come on Stols, I could bust this load inside you right now. Fill you up until your stretched little hole is leaking." Blitzø said, pumping a little faster.

"Nothing is stopping you. You could be so deep inside me right now." Stolas whimpered, using one hand to spread himself wider so that Blitzø had the best view of him as his talons worked him close to his climax. The vibe was all the way up, and Stolas was soaked and Blitzø could tell by that look in his eyes—he so fucking close. Blitzø struggled to hold himself back from the desire to pounce on him and shove his cock as deep into that tight little hole as he could.

Blitzø stroked himself faster, shoving his spade deeper into his incredibly tight ass. He was so fucking close.

"Gimme that pretty face."

"Mmmm, no, don't think so." Stolas said in a sassy tone that turned him on even more. "You don't get to come on my face unless you decide to give up."

"You are not fucking fair."

Stolas' legs started to quiver the way they always did right before he hit his climax. His breaths became uneven and his moans higher and louder—Blitzø watched his talons work frantically and suddenly his release was gushing out of him. He desperately grasped at the sheets and he cried out so beautifully.

Oh fucking Satan, that was too fucking hot.

He stroked himself faster, squeezing his cock and preparing for the rush of his climax to overtake him but instead watched as Stolas pulled his hand away and held both wrists over his head. Leaving his cock aching and throbbing.

"The fuck?" Blitzø whined.

"Mmmm, I dont think you're allowed to come yet."

"Oh you dirty fucking bird."

"You could have done the same, but you chose to let me finish. I, on the other hand—want to keep you as desperate as possible."

Blitzø whimpered with need. Stolas was really making this unfair by playing so dirty but it was so fucking sexy.

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That was it. He was at his limit. He gave in with a breathless gasp. “I… I need you inside me.”

Stolas smirked against his throat. “Mmm. Keep going. Tell me everything you want, darling.”

Of course he wanted to hear it. He’d been waiting for this. Anticipating this exact moment—when Blitzø finally stopped fighting and started begging.

Blitzø’s heart was pounding. Stolas’ hand moved up to feel his heartbeat as he finally gave in. Feeling the fast rhythm of his surrender.

“I need you inside me, need you to fuck my tight little ass until I come. Fucking please touch me. I fucking give up—I need you.” Blitzø breathed, nearly shaking.

His painfully hard cock was leaking drops of precum, he felt like there was so much pressure built up inside him. All he could think about was being under Stolas, helpless and needy, feeling so euphoric with every hard, perfect thrust.

“There we go,” Stolas purred, voice dropping lower.

“There’s my needy little imp. Good boy.”

Blitzø whimpered, a jolt of arousal shooting through him at the sound of those words.

Stolas always knew exactly what to say and what to do to him. Like he could read Blitzø’s brain and dig out every word he wanted to hear. He always knew exactly where and how he needed to be touched, always knew every desire he couldn't say out loud.

And Satan, it felt good to let go and give in. To be safe with him. Stolas knowing he needed to be touched, filled, owned.

He’d never had this before Stolas. This level of trust and freedom.

“You win,” Blitzø murmured, 

Blitzø wrapped his tail around Stolas’ waist, tethering them together and pulling him in close. 

“Please be rough. Need you to ruin me like the little slut I am.” He begged. 

That request snapped something in Stolas, let out that part of him that loved to dominate him and give Blitzø exactly what he needed. 

Stolas bound his wrists and spread his legs wide.

Blitzø watched in anticipation as he lubed his talons and slid two into his tight hole and started working them in and out. 

“I knew I could get you to fall apart for me.” Stolas mused, watching how much Blitzø was enjoying himself, finally being touched. Even if his cock was still begging for attention, the feeling of his talons in his tight, warm hole felt incredible.

“Fuck you. I can't help it. I just fucking need you so bad. Show me how much of a needy little whore I am."

Stolas slipped his talons out and Blitzø then turned to bury his face into the pillow, arching his back high and spreading his legs. Presenting his ass high in the air, keeping his flushed face hidden in the pillow. His tail curled around Stolas' waist so possessively.

"Oh my, you are quite desperate. You look so beautiful when you're this needy for me." Stolas murmured.

"Please, no more dragging shit out. Need you inside me. Now." Blitzø begged.

"Yes, of course. Just remind me one more time who has more self control?" Stolas teased.

"Stolas. Shut the fuck up and fuck me. You do. You win. I'm much more of a desperate little bitch than you. I need you. Please fuck me, I can't fucking wait anymore." Blitzø pleaded.

"I love seeing you like this." Stolas mused as he attached the strap, using one of the thicker dildos that Blitzø loved most. The blue gray colored toy closely matched the color of his feathers. He lubed it up and rubbed the tip around the rim of Blitzø's hole.

"Are you ready, my love?"

"I swear to fucking Satan, stop asking questions. Please. I'm already begging like a little bitch, just please. Please shove something in my ass."

"Oh my, you are so riled up. But I understand, love. You've been waiting so long." Stolas cooed.

Deep down, Blitzø knew damn well the entire time that he'd give in. He wanted to give in. He loved this feeling more than anything. Being needy, and being needed. Begging and desperate for Stolas to touch him. And Stolas wanting nothing more than to worship his body.

Then, finally—fucking finally—Blitzø felt the lubed up tip press up against his tight rim. Stolas very slowly pushed all the way in, filling him deep.

Blitzø let out a deep moan, every nerve in his body lighting up with pleasure as he finally got what he needed so badly.

Stolas held his tail up, thrusting into him hard as Blitzø kept his back arched and face buried into the pillow.

"Yes, let me hear how good it feels." Stolas said, always encouraging him to be more vocal. He knew his bird's sensitive hearing got off on being able to hear every noise of pleasure that escaped him.

Blitzø didn't hold back the moans and whimpers as Stolas fucked him senseless.

He felt those soft, slender talons wrap around his throbbing cock and begin to stroke him.

The needy whimpers and the slurred, incoherent words being mumbled into the pillow seemed to be exactly what Stolas wanted.

Stolas whimpered, continuing to thrust deep while pumping his cock.

"Good boy. Let me hear how badly you've wanted this. You couldn't stop thinking about me fucking you senseless, could you?"

Blitzø felt overstimulated in the best way. The feeling of being filled over and over again, hitting so deep—so good. His brain could barely process his thoughts into words anymore.

"Feels s-so fucking good. Don't fucking stop, please. Needed you so bad, baby bird."

Stolas rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb, teasing the sensitive tip.

"Keep going, tell daddy more."

"Needed you inside me, needed you touching me. It's all I could fucking think about. Don't stop, please let me come. Please." Blitzø's voice was muffled by the pillow.

Stolas pumped his cock harder, squeezing tighter and Blitzø felt the heat coiling so strongly in his core that he couldn't hold on any longer. He wanted to enjoy this for so much longer.

"Fuck, Stols. I'm—I'm gonna—fuck!" Blitzø cried as he came hard, so much sticky tension being released in warm spurts.

"There we go, perfect. So good for me." Stolas let Blitzø ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out, letting Blitzø collapse flat onto the bed.

Blitzø remained limp, allowing Stolas to lift him to clean him up as he wiped up the sticky mess. Then he allowed himself to be pulled close against his body, immediately nuzzling his face into his chest plumage—it was an instinctual reaction at this point.

Blitzø was so blissed out and could easily melt into his feathers and fall asleep. But he had something important to take care of first.

He let his hand wander down and slip between those plush, feathered thighs. He kept his eyes closed, and face buried in fluffy down. He definitely heard the soft gasp as Stolas spread his legs a bit.

"We can wait if you'd like to rest, dearest." Stolas whispered sweetly.

"No way am I gonna make my baby bird wait any longer. I know how bad you need me too." Blitzø said, as he teased his entrance, using two fingers to rub the slick around before pressing into his tight hole.

Stolas let out a soft moan at the feeling, and Blitzø pulled him closer and dug his claws into his back as he fingered him harder.

He slowly moved down, leaving the comfortable pillow of his chest to now have his face right between his legs.

He spread his thick thighs wide, and felt his cock start to stir again at the sight of his glistening, needy cloaca.

Blitzø leaned close, letting his tongue finally taste him. He was doing this to finally give Stolas his well deserved release, but he had to admit this was also a little selfish. He'd been craving the taste of his sweet musk. He needed this just as much.

"Oh fuck." Stolas cried softly, hips bucking forward slightly, so eager to feel Blitzø's tongue.

"I fucking missed how good you taste, baby bird."

The beautiful noises Blitzø was able to coax out of him had his cock already starting to wake up again.

"You deserve this, baby bird." Blitzø paused to murmur. He worked his tongue in all the ways he knew would make Stolas completely fall apart.

His talons were gripping the sheets and his hips leaned forward and he gripped Blitzø's horns tightly.

Stolas' thighs tightened around his head and trembled as he cried out beautifully.

Blitzø could feel how soaked his face was from his release. His bird just came so fucking hard and Blitzø really wasn't sure if he could think of anything to make this moment better.

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Except he did have one idea.

"I'm not done with you." Blitzø said softly, before grabbing the egg shaped vibrator Stolas had used on himself earlier.

He pressed it deep into his soaked cloaca—sliding in with ease from how wet he was. He then pressed the head of his cock against his entrance. He used the small remote to turn the vibe on and watched the way Stolas' body squirmed and felt his cloaca tense against the head of his cock.

The beautiful moan that escaped him made his cock twitch. He pressed inside, thrusting in deep until the head of his cock hit the vibrator.

"Oh shit." Blitzø breathed, fucking Satan that felt so good. The way his tight walls vibrated around him, the overstimulating feeling every time his cock hit the vibrator felt fucking incredible.

Stolas was completely lost in the pleasure, Blitzø loved watching his flushed face and hearing the beautiful squawks and moans coming out of that pretty beak. Blitzø shoved the spade of his tail into his mouth and Stolas immediately began suckling on it.

Blitzø turned the vibrator up, making them both gasp at the intensity of it.

"My baby bird taking my cock and the vibe at the same time, you are doing so good for me. My pretty little slut missed the feeling of being stuffed this full, didn't you?"

"Oh fuck yes!" Stolas cried out.

The vibrations and his tight cloaca all at once was almost too much. Fuck. He'd missed being buried inside him, missed those tight, warm walls squeezing his cock.

Blitzø gripped his hips hard, threw Stolas' legs over his shoulders and started bucking his hips harder, fucking his sweet bird so deep and hard. The feeling of the vibe hitting the head of his cock with every thrust was making it hard to hold off on letting his orgasm overtake him.

He bit down on Stolas' thigh, making him squawk beautifully.

Blitzø couldn't fucking hold on any longer, he cried out as he came, burying himself deep and letting the overstimulation of the vibrator against the head of his cock help milk every drop out of him—his warm release filling Stolas' tight cloaca. 

Blitzø pulled out, and pulled on the small string to pull the vibe out of him too—Stolas shuddering at the suddenly emptiness, come leaking out of him, matting the feathers of his inner thighs.

They lay there in the afterglow for some time. He needed that so badly.

Blitzø finally sat up, now being the one to let Stolas lie there lifeless as he cleaned them both up.

He then snuggled up against his chest plumage, tethering them together with his tail curled around Stolas' thigh.

"I knew you'd win." Blitzø murmured softly into his chest. Both of them could barely keep their eyes open.

"Only because that's what you wanted. If you didn't want to be broken down and fucked senseless— you have the resilience to outlast me."

"Mmm, maybe. You underestimate how powerful your bird puss is though." He murmured sleepily.

They were both so incredibly spent and worn out.

Blitzø began purring, the vibrations against Stolas' chest making the owl quietly trill. It was the closest sound to a purr that he could produce, and he started instinctively making the cute noise in response to feeling Blitzø's purrs rumbling against him.

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