Archive of Our Own

1.

“This didn’t seem like your kind of scene, Your Highness.”

Stolas fought the urge to flinch as he accepted the drink from the tall parrot demon across the small table from him. He’d said it earnestly, without a note of condescension. He needed to calm down. 

His companion must’ve noticed his tenseness because he scooted closer and tilted his head. “Hey, Stolas, I’m sorry. I’m in the same boat, aren’t I?”

“I suppose you are.” Stolas smiled a little, shaking it off. He crossed his legs and leaned forward, drink in a hand that was surprisingly steady. This was his first real date ever . He needed to put his best foot forward. 

The smaller club he’d chosen for their outing was known for their discretion, with higher class demons being assured that they wouldn’t be bothered if they attended. Privacy was something Stolas desperately needed after the year he’d had, and Forneus, for his part, had agreed readily. 

Stolas could appreciate that he was handsome. Bright feathers laid long across his crest, clothes unobtrusive and entirely not what he’d expect from a fellow Goetia. He propped his head on one hand, watching the way his date politely ordered them chips and fried mice with the practiced poise everyone of their rank had learned young. 

“Hi. Do you want to dance?” Forneus had asked him a week earlier, finding him hiding in the corner of the wedding of some noble or other. Stolas had snorted, smiled disbelievingly, took his hand and allowing him to bring him onto the dance floor. 

Forneus had spun him, sliding firm hands around his waist, keeping up with every step. Stolas let himself fall into the magic of it; the steady sway of the music. When Forneus had leaned in and brushed their mouths together, Stolas kissed him back with a grin. He hadn’t felt anything good at any Goetia event in… well… ever. It was fun.

“May I take you to dinner?” Stolas had asked, in between kisses in some shadowy hallway. Forneus had laughed, but not in contempt, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. 

“I was wondering if you’d ever ask,” he said, eyes twinkling.

Conversation flowed easily over dinner. To Stolas’ delight, Forneus wanted to dance with him again. This time in a dark club, bodies all around them, Stolas still felt the same fluttering excitement. He felt wanted . It was intoxicating, watching the way he looked at him, unashamed as they spun together. 

He gave Forneus a giddy grin in the pulsing light of the club and he leaned in, pulling him close and into a kiss. There was no rush of electricity, just the comforting feeling of being wanted and enjoyed, and maybe that was better.

They fell into bed together after that, and Stolas enjoyed that for what it was, too. It was nothing like he was used to, but he was held and brought over the edge and that was good enough. 

Afterwards, he lay in the circle of Forneus’s arms, listening to him tell sleepy stories of his ventures, not unlike the ones Stolas used to tell to… It didn’t matter. He listened to them until sleep came for him, and when he woke up, his heart jumped when he realized Forneus was still there. 

He ignored the bitter taste in his mouth when he reached to kiss his cheek sleepily. This was perfect. This was exactly what he’d always wanted. He watched the movement of his bright feathers and tried very hard not to think about anything else.

“So,” the parrot rolled over to face him, still smiling. “When can we do that again?”

2.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stolas dropped his head down, panting quietly into the pocket of air between himself and the sheets. The body laid across his back thrust into him sharply, claws digging deeply into Stolas’s hips and leaving stings of pain that were sure to become bruises in their wake. The next snap of his hips forced louder sounds from Stolas’s throat, sobbing slightly as his oversensitive nerves were lit up again. It was so much .

“Blitz-” he breathed, shaking with it. “Please, Blitzy-”

A hand crawled up and covered his mouth, muffling his cries as he was fucked deeper into the mattress. 

“Stop,” his voice was softer against his back than he’d expected, cracked and quiet. He hadn’t spoken much at all since they’d started. Stolas obliged, settling for small gasps as the hand stayed cupped tight over his mouth. 

Blitzø shushed him again, his voice cutting sharp against the harshness in which he was fucking him. His clever claws curled against his cunt, rubbing against nerves that were making him whimper with raw sensation. Stolas came for the third time that night, panting cut off gasps and clenching hard around Blitzø. 

He had enough of himself left to roll his hips in the way he knew always made the imp fall apart, reveling in the punched out sound it forced from him. It was almost real, tapering off into a short exhale of breath as his thrusts became sloppier. He bit him hard on the hip, maybe a punishment. It only made Stolas gasp louder. 

He thought he was done, but Blitzø dragged his tongue against his overheated feathers, still grinding their hips together.

“Come on, pretty bird,” he muttered, and Stolas trembled. “Come on, give me one more.” He nipped along his spine, starting up at a deeper, longer pace that struck those nerves deeper inside of him, dragging along his walls, lighting him up again. Claws slid from his hip down to his clit and he rubbed him just out of sync with his thrusts. Stolas choked out a moan as he felt himself climbing again, shaking his head mindlessly. 

The pace was picking up again now, still rough and deep, and Stolas whined, tears sliding down his face. His body was curved against the sheets as Blitzø yanked him closer and it made every movement that much more overstimulating. The claws around his mouth dug into his cheeks as Blitzø focused on hitting the spot inside him that made him sob. 

Stolas twitched hard and was pinned against the mattress as a result. He panted sideways into the sheets, listening to each sharp exhale forced from his chest, squeezing his eyes shut and coming again painfully. 

Blitzø buried himself to the hilt sharply and grinded. He was close. Stolas could hear it in his desperate pants. He clenched hard around him and with a breathless and slightly surprised moan, Blitzø came inside of him, finishing with one final jerk of his hips and staying there. 

His hand had dropped from Stolas’s mouth to his neck, and Stolas rested his forehead against the sheets, afraid to break the silence. For a minute there was nothing except the two of them breathing shakily into the silence and ruined bedsheets. 

The haze lifted far sooner than Stolas wanted it to, and small tendrils of guilt began to curl around his insides like bile.

Fuck , he thought again. Tears were still sliding steadily down his face. There was a second, suspended in time, where he wasn’t sure what Blitzø would do next. He hated that. 

Blitzø slipped out of him, head still against the small of Stolas’s back. He thought he might’ve felt a kiss against his feathers before he was dropped. Before they’d blown everything up, there would’ve been. 

Cheek still pressed against the mattress, Stolas watched as Blitzø rolled off the bed, stumbling once before getting his pants on and searching around for his shirt. He didn’t turn to look at him. Stolas fought back the bitter bite of more tears in his throat. His phone on the nightstand lit up with a text from Forneus, wishing him a good night. Fuck. 

Even looking at Blitzø was now a betrayal. He just… couldn’t stop.

Blitzø paused with his back to the bed, just for a moment. His tail lashed behind him.

“Stay,” Stolas croaked, the plea wrenched from some deep, pathetic place inside of him. He couldn’t help himself. It had to mean something.

He saw the imp shudder, hesitate for a moment that stretched out long and tense. 

Only a few months ago he would have crumbled, muttered how it was the last time, crawled back into bed with him. Stroked his face and kissed him so gently as they both fell asleep. Stolas’s skin itched with the memory of it. He missed him like he wasn’t even there, like he wasn’t standing in front of him, almost close enough to touch.

Blitzø left the way he’d come, off the balcony. 

It shouldn’t have stung as much as it did. He understood what this had been, and why. A moment of anger, that was all. Blitzø had no obligation to stay now. There was no arrangement anymore, nothing for him to gain.

It was truly just sex.

This was how they had begun, how they’d ended. It made sense that they would still be like this after it all. After the vicious argument that had followed Stolas giving him the Asmodean Crystal, he’d thought he’d never see Blitzø again. Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. 

Stolas rolled onto his back in the clawed up sheets, pressing his forearm to his head and staring up at the canopy. The tears forced themselves more insistently up his throat now, and he let them come. He could still feel the imp’s hard breathing against his neck, his thighs. 

Blitzø had stumbled into his bedroom, waving around his phone, where a photo of Stolas and Forneus had been leaked to the press. It’d been four months. It was only a matter of time. The two of them holding hands, Stolas’s head ducked shyly, casually out in public together in a way that he and Blitzø could’ve never been. 

“Does he fuck you better than I did?” Blitzø had asked, voice raw and furious, eyes dark and so far away. 

Stolas had tried to be gentle with him. He’d tried to send him a portal home, tell him to get some sleep. But when Blitzø had kissed him, tasting strongly like the same kind of alcohol Stolas had indulged in too, earlier that night, he hadn’t stopped him. He hadn’t stopped Blitzø when he’d pushed him back onto the bed, either. Or when he had crawled on top and flipped him onto his stomach, so he wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

And he hadn’t, not once. He hadn’t kissed him again either. He just left Stolas with hard bites along his neck and back that had made tears roll down his face as he hid it in the crook of his arm. Even after everything, he was still so fucking stupid . 

Stolas stared down at his body, ruffled feathers and scratches and bloody marks. Before, he would cherish every one of them, each one another sign that Blitzø wanted him.

Blitzø did not want him. He was just jealous. Of what exactly, Stolas didn’t know. Maybe the imp just wished to fuck things up even more. 

Stolas closed his eyes, pushed the palms of his hands into their sockets. How was it possible that he was still this stupid? 

He would have to heal them in the morning before Forneus saw, but for now, he left every mark. The sting of each one bit into his soul. 

It was better than what he deserved.

3.

Their second time had been a week before the full moon, almost six months after they’d ended the deal.

There had been moments, before, when Blitzø would reveal layers of himself during sex. He would tremble whenever Stolas offered him praise, moan and keen if Stolas ever got the upper hand on him. 

The first time he’d bottomed for him had been unforgettable. The glazed over look in his eye as he let Stolas take care of him, whimpers that Stolas had coaxed from him until he was shaking over the edge, whining and pliant in his arms. Both wrists in Stolas’s grasp, back forced into an arch as he’d taken it so beautifully. His cunt twitching and puffy and the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. 

Stolas had cherished it, Blitzø being able to trust him enough for that. They’d talked in low tones in the afterglow, Stolas holding him close, listening to his breathing as he fell asleep curled against him. He missed that.

Not that Forneus wasn’t good. He was kind. He brought him to dinner and shielded him from paparazzi with his flared headfeathers, held his hand, told him he loved him. Didn’t expect anything back. 

Stolas wanted to love him. He thought maybe he did sometimes. There was just a dullness to being with him that he could not name. 

Blitzø had called him in the dead of night while Forneus lay dozing beside him in bed. The parrot was an even stricter top than Blitzø had been, gentle with his words and the way he fucked. He would hold Stolas for a few minutes, and then ask him if he needed anything–get him water, call for food to be brought to them. He had an arm draped over his waist as Stolas had laid awake, staring into nothing. Until the phone buzzed.

Stolas hadn’t even processed what he was doing until he was slipping out of bed and picking up the phone, hunching over the railing on the balcony. 

“What do you want?” he murmured, hugging himself. Blitzø laughed dryly over the phone.

“You know you’ve completely fucking ruined me, right?” his voice was slurred, faint club music pounding behind him. 

“Are you okay?” Stolas asked, a little softer this time. Another bitter laugh.

“I can’t do this, Stols.” he muttered over the phone. “Fuck you.”

Stolas couldn’t help but scoff an irritated laugh too, swiping a hand down his face. “Why did you call me?” What. Why. Never stop .

Blitzø let out a slew of curses under his breath. Stolas thought he heard his name in between them. 

“Is he there?” he asked, sharp even through his obvious haze of alcohol. Stolas glanced over his shoulder, guilt already churning in his stomach.

“Yes,” he whispered, and hated how disappointed he sounded.

A pause on the line. Stolas halfheartedly considered that his imp had passed out, then and there on the phone with him. He had half a mind to activate that old tracking spell again. He didn’t get a chance, though.

“I texted you the address.” Blitzø muttered, as a buzz lit up the screen. Stolas squinted down at it. It was a shitty dive bar there in Pride, not even far away from his home. Maybe Blitzø had known exactly what he was planning on doing tonight. 

Stolas left his bedroom silently, slinking down to the kitchen to knock back a few shots of absinthe. Just to even the playing field, he thought. Then he flicked clothes onto himself and opened a portal to the back alley of the club. 

I’m out back , he texted Blitzø. 

k , he texted back. 

When he stepped out into the alley, Blitzø wasted no time pinning Stolas against the wall and dropping to his knees. He unbuttoned his pants and Stolas bit into his palm, swallowing whimpers as Blitzø took him apart with nothing but his tongue and a few strokes. 

He made him come against his mouth twice in a row, leaving Stolas’s thighs shaking and chest heaving. He shoved him off before there was a chance for a third, intending on returning the favour, but Blitzø grabbed him by both wrists and hoisted him up onto a dumpster. 

He shoved his hands down his pants and Stolas watched him, completely transfixed, as he fingered himself until his cock emerged. Stolas itched to be the one to do that, he loved it, but he waited like he knew he was supposed to. With a small exhale, Blitzø pulled his cock out of his pants and lined himself up. 

Both of them let out little moans, gasping into each other’s mouths as he slid in. For a moment Blitzø paused, their eyes locked together. Stolas’s chest heaved and Blitzø seemed to blink back to reality, beginning to thrust. The feeling was so good, so familiar. It stung. 

He was sharp and desperate in a way he almost never was so early on. Stolas met him with each thrust, jerking his hips up and squeezing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation that came on like a slap across the face. He buried his face in the juncture between Blitzø's neck and shoulder, sneaking kitten licks across his hot skin as he was fucked into the plastic top of the dumpster hard.

It was dirty and a little too fast, and the absinthe had softened his vision slightly, making every thrust that much more intense. Blitzø was biting his neck, tail wrapped around his waist to pull him even closer. 

“ Ah - please,” he breathed, not sure if he was asking him for more or to stop. Blitzø rubbed the tip of his tail against his cunt as he slid in and out, a small tremble forcing its way out of him. 

That made Stolas perk up, noticing the tells of what he might not even know he was asking for. He knew every sensitive part of Blitzø, knew the tip of his tail was the place that made him melt into him the best.

Through his haze, he reached around their hips and found his tail, sliding to its end and rubbing his thumb against the spade. Blitzø froze for a moment, legs shaking, before he met Stolas’s eyes, dark and pupils blown. 

“It’s like that, is it?” he managed, wrapping an arm around the width of Stolas’s body and sliding the other one down between them to pin his leg against the dumpster. 

Stolas’s breath hitched and he rolled his hips hard, sending just a twinge of his magic through Blitzø's tail. The imp shuddered and faltered, brows scrunching together as his dick twitched hopelessly inside of Stolas. 

Blitzø moaned under his breath, eyes fluttering shut just for a moment before he regained his senses. He had the nerve to smirk at Stolas, make his heart skip a beat, before he slipped out and dropped back down to his knees, wrapping both of his legs around his shoulders.

“Hit me when you can’t take anymore,” he grinned again before he dove in. Stolas was already on the cusp of orgasm, and his peak hit him like a flying train, his back curving into an arch as Blitzø didn’t let up, not even when his entire body started shaking and he wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore. 

“You’ve completely fucking ruined me,” Blitzø had growled over the phone. Stolas hoped to Satan he hadn’t lied. If this was all the good he was ever going to do for him, he was damned if he wasn’t going to make it count. 

He smacked his tail against his leg when the pain-pleasure started to tip into numbness. Blitzø finally pulled back, licking his lips, half-lidded yellow eyes meeting his own in the near complete darkness. He seemed pleased by Stolas’s utterly debauched state, quivering against the dumpster and staring at him wide-eyed. 

He tilted his head and Stolas pulled him close by the jacket, wrapping his fist around the base of his dick and earnestly shivering in pleasure when Blitzø let out a helpless moan into his mouth. Stolas dipped his fingers lower and into his cunt, spreading them inside and gathering some extra moisture. Blitzø shivered and twitched when Stolas crooked his fingers and dragged them back out slowly.

“Don’t tease,” he said breathlessly. Stolas tilted his head to the side, amused. He went back to his dick, twisting on the upstroke and trying to memorize each small crack in Blitzø's defences. His imp gaped at him through half-lidded eyes, clinging to him and blinking slowly. He panted and tried to kiss him as Stolas brought him over, small sounds escaping his throat as he shook. 

Stolas kept going until he batted him away with the hand that wasn’t keeping a vice grip on the feathers of his neck. There were tears in his eyes but Stolas just leaned in to suck a few hickeys under the line of his jaw. Blitzø caught his mouth with his own and pulled him closer. 

Neither of them moved much for a long moment afterwards, slowly kissing. It was sloppy, both of them worn out and drunk, but Stolas gathered him into his arms and tugged on his horns to grant himself better access. Then they were just making out in the back of an alley, both of their pants undone and bruises blooming along their collarbones. Stolas had done his best to mark him up, make him remember it when he looked in the mirror the next morning. Just his own little bit of revenge. 

Blitzø finally yanked him away, hand still clutching the feathers at the back of his neck tightly. They stared at each other without saying anything. Stolas just waited, slack-jawed, unsure of what was next.

That was too much, he thought dimly. Too intimate. He’ll probably leave now. It’s better if he leaves now.

“Do you want a cigarette?” Blitzø asked, voice hoarse. Stolas fought the urge to make a face. He glanced around the alley. 

“Here?” he held back a smile.

Blitzø snorted. “Right, you’re worried about leaving a cigarette butt with all the cum stains.”

“No, I just mean-” Stolas flicked his wrist, opening a portal back to the front steps of his house. When Blitzø stared at it without moving, Stolas dropped his hand, closing the passage. An ugly, too familiar feeling settled in his gut.

“Only if you want to,” he said anxiously. 

Blitzø finally let go of him, seeming to come to his senses. He backed off, leaning against the brick wall of the club.

“Probably a bad idea with your boyfriend and all,” he muttered bitterly, and Stolas’s stomach fell.

“Right,” he whispered. With him still crumpled against the dumpster, they were nearly the same height. It let him see the tears that Blitzø furiously blinked away. 

Maybe he’d just imagined them, though. Blitzø would never cry over him.

“It’s just sex.” he said. Stolas nodded, because if he opened his mouth the only thing that was sure to come out was I love you . He’d tried that already. He was being selfish enough with this, letting it happen twice now. He would spare himself the embarrassment of yet another rejection.

“I’m gonna… go.” Blitzø rubbed the back of his neck.

Tell him it's not going to happen again, some part of Stolas begged.

“Blitz?” his voice was far too quiet. The imp turned back to him anyway, tail lashing, something flashing in his eyes that looked almost like hope.

I love you.

“Your fly is down.” Stolas tilted his head, trying to bring back the feel of normal . Blitzø glanced down, huffing a laugh.

“Yours, too.” he smirked, zipping it up. Stolas rebuttoned his pants. His little lover winked and opened the door. Stolas tried to make himself move, but he just looked at him, every small way his body shifted as he glanced back one more time.

“Bye, Stols,” he murmured, his tail the last thing to slip back into the pulsating interior of the club.

“Bye.” Stolas whispered back. 

It wouldn’t be for long, though. He knew better than that.

4.

The eleventh time, Stolas had texted Blitzø three words.

He’s not here.

Then he’d buried himself in his pillows, waiting to hear the balcony door open. And it did, and he listened to the sound of clothes falling into a heap next to the window. His breath caught as Blitzø slipped into bed with him, almost touching him tenderly as his hands slid down the length of Stolas’s legs. Stolas shivered, not lifting his head up. Blitzø pressed his face to the feathers at his temple.

“You asleep?” Blitzø murmured, making gooseflesh creep up the back of Stolas’s neck. 

Stolas made a show of stretching out and turning his head as if he was just waking up. Blitzø sat back with a little smirk, not buying it. 

“Hi,” Stolas yawned, reaching for him. Blitzø snorted, flicking his tail. 

“Hi,” he quipped back. He pinned Stolas back down on his back and licked into his mouth, grinding against him a little. Stolas sighed and cupped Blitzø's face before the imp took both his hands and pressed them to the bed above his head, shaking his head. 

“I’m going to touch you, and you’re going to lay there and not do a single thing,” he said in a low voice. Stolas felt it reverberate through him and he nodded mutely. Blitzø stretched himself out along his body, letting Stolas feel him slowly hardening against his hip. He sucked bruises into his neck and down to his shoulder, leaving twinges of delicious pain when he left. 

Stolas tipped his head back, staring at the canopy, blinking slowly, drifting. He felt a hand rub against him and he arched, small sounds in the back of his throat, chasing the feeling. The brush of horns against his neck as Blitzø began to kiss down his stomach, about to give him what he wanted. The only thing he could get.

He didn’t realize he was floating away from himself until Blitzø was touching his shoulder and he blinked out of it, meeting his eyes in the dark. 

“Where’d you go?” Blitzø asked weakly, and Stolas felt something twist painfully in his gut.

“Just kiss me,” Stolas breathed. Blitzø trailed back up his torso and indulged him, but it was softer than he wanted, a little too gentle.

“Come on,” he chastised him. “Don’t get scared I’ll break now,”

“I’m not,” Blitzø muttered defensively, running both hands down Stolas’s forearms. Stolas hooked his legs around his waist. Blitzø grumbled, but that glimmer in his eye was still there. It almost looked like fear. 

Stolas couldn’t bear to look at it. He’d always been so careful when he was with him, careful not to accidentally slip away and drift like he’d trained himself to do with Stella. 

He would not be the reason this night was ruined. 

He flipped onto his stomach and tucked his knees under himself, swishing his tail. When he glanced over his shoulder Blitzø was staring like he’d never seen his ass before. 

“Come on , Blitz,” Stolas whined, suppressing a smirk at his expression. Come use me . 

Blitzø was on him again in a second, trailing claws up his sides hard enough that he shivered. Stolas felt him pause, hesitate for another moment.

He had half a mind to turn around and glare at him again before his hips were pulled into the air by sharp claws. A second later a gasp of pain was escaping his throat as Blitzø slid into him harshly. A jolt of electricity ran up his spine and he panted into the mattress as his imp slid in to the hilt, thumb stroking his waist where he gripped it. 

“That what you wanted?” his voice was a little strained as he rocked his hips. Stolas let out a little punched out moan in response. Blitzø snaked a hand down to ghost over his clit. Then he began to set a brutal pace, leaving Stolas to shudder and muffle his cries into the bedsheets. 

It hurt. It felt amazing.  

Wherever Stolas had been on the verge of drifting to before, he felt grounded now, more connected to his body with every ruthless thrust against his sweet spot. He felt Blitzø's claws travel along the length of him, shivered into his touch when he pressed down at the small of his back.

“You’re so pretty,” Blitzø was murmuring. Stolas could barely hear him over the coiling feeling in his core, his own sounds. He knew he was loud, he’d always been from the start. He wondered if Blitzø even knew he could hear his praise. 

He was suddenly dragged up, Blitzø's arm wrapping around his front. Stolas balanced on his knees as he thrust up into him just as fast. He arched his back and dropped his head back onto Blitzø's shoulder, listening to him pant against the side of his face. He placed a hand on his imp’s ass, encouraging him to go harder.

Blitzø moaned softly, nuzzling his nose into Stolas’s feathers, slipping the hand from around his waist down to toy at his clit again. The combined sensation sparked electricity that was almost overwhelming and he closed his eyes. The sounds of Blitzø’s voice in his ear sent shudders through him, sweeter than any music. He rocked his hips hard, grinning when Blitzø moaned in a choked-off way in between thrusts. 

“What, baby? Gonna get there before me?” Stolas teased, tipping his face to the side to nip Blitzø’s neck. His imp smirked back at him, catching his mouth in a messy kiss. 

“Not a chance,” he whispered. “Spread your legs wider.”

“I’ll- mm- tip over-”

“No you won’t. I’m holding you up.” Blitzø rubbed his clit almost soothingly.

Stolas hissed as his dick jerked up into him sharply, tears jumping to his eyes. 

“Okay,” he sighed, stomach coiling with the heat.

He slid both knees out further on the mattress, relaxing completely into Blitzø’s grasp. A gasp slipped from his throat when Blitzø held his clit between two knuckles and jerked it in a tight grip, his other hand winding tighter around his torso. Stolas’s head lolled back again and he fought to breathe as he felt himself climbing. 

“Mm- close, fuck,” Stolas arched up into him. Blitzø panted, thrusting harshly into his sweet spot, his pace picking up. Stolas meant to warn him again, tell him to slow down, but then his body was locking up and he dug his talons into Blitzø's skin and he was gasping through his release. 

When he came back he was on his stomach again, Blitzø driving into him even harder, causing him to clench the bedsheets and keen and thrash a little as he held him down. He draped himself over his back as his breath stuttered and he came inside him. Stolas closed his eyes and felt another dizzying crest run through him as he felt it, making his head spin with the fuzzy endorphins. 

Blitzø was peppering kisses along his back, pressing into his feathers, claws still holding his hips, still inside him. Stolas kept his eyes shut, letting it happen, the ache in his chest returning far too soon. As if it had ever really left. When he felt Blitzø take a ragged breath and pull out of him, something caved. 

He curled his legs up to his chest, forehead pressed into the mattress. Blitzø made a small sound of alarm, so he must’ve let a sob slip. 

“Stolas,” he murmured, surprisingly urgent. “Stols, what’d I do? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not you. I’m alright,” Stolas’s voice hitched over the words and he bit his tongue. Maybe he’ll just go now.

He felt soft claws brush through his feathers, gripping his waist again.

“Stol,” Blitzø rolled him over. Stolas covered his face with both hands as silent sobs wracked his body. He felt Blitzø freeze, and he was sure he’d feel the weight of him leave. 

Instead, the imp wrapped his arms around him, leaning in to kiss him along the shoulder. He didn’t say anything else, just held him. 

“Why are you doing this?” Stolas managed after a while. Blitzø tensed against him again. 

“I’m sorry,” he said faintly. And Stolas was selfish, he was so selfish. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him to go. 

He rolled onto his side, still crying, hiding his face. Blitzø shuffled until he lay at his back. 

Stay , Stolas begged him internally, but he wouldn’t say it out loud again. Blitzø's tail twined itself down his leg. It was almost an apology, almost something more.

Before, Stolas would have gathered him in his arms, kissed him until his grumbles subsided and he lay quietly with him in the fading light, tucked against him close. 

Now the thought made his skin crawl. How hadn’t he seen what he was doing? Forcing him to stay with him, excitement spreading through him while Blitzø had laid there, unwilling.

Nights like that didn’t happen anymore. Blitzø would fuck him and be gone almost immediately afterwards. That was for the best. It was what he’d signed himself up for. Blitzø wanted to get back at him for the way he’d treated him before, and he understood why. He would make himself perfectly fine with it. 

He thought maybe this was just his newest way of hurting himself, though, hanging onto whatever small piece of Blitzø had remained in his reach after letting him go. 

The imp was still pressed to his back, claws gently stroking through his feathers, tail still wrapped around his leg. Stolas slowed his sobs, ugly, quiet ones that were definitely not making anything better. He managed to choke them down into shivering exhales. 

Blitzø was trying to breathe as quietly as possible behind him. Stolas tensed up as he realized he must be making him feel obligated to stay. 

“You can go whenever you want, Blitz,” Stolas whispered. He felt Blitzø flinch as if he’d struck him. A beat, and then the warmth at his back peeled itself away. Stolas turned his head in disappointment before he could stop himself. 

“Sorry, this is-” Blitzø said jerkily. “This is my fault. I know that. I’m going.”

“Blitz, I-” Stolas sat up. 

Blitzø ran a hand harshly down his face, pausing from picking his jacket up off the floor. 

Stolas didn’t know what to say. He wanted to ask him to stay. Tell him he… So many selfish things, he knew. 

Fuck, he’d barely been able to kiss him tonight. 

“Wait a moment,” He reached out a hand, and Blitzø took it gingerly. Stolas slowly, carefully, cupped his face with both hands. 

This is cruel, he thought. Blitzø stared at him like he thought he was going to yell at him. Stolas pressed their foreheads together. 

I love you. Stay. It isn’t your fault. I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I forgive you.  

He kissed him, sweetly and soft enough that it wouldn’t make him think he wanted another round. Just another piece of selfishness. He tasted his own tears in the kiss, the bittersweetness of it drowning him. Blitzø's breath hitched and he arched up to kiss him back, sharp teeth catching and pressing. Before, Stolas would’ve deluded himself into thinking that that meant anything. 

Blitzø didn’t pull away until Stolas did, panting slightly as he caught his breath. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, stroking Stolas’s face with an unreadable expression. 

“Sorry.” Stolas whispered, and meant it for so much more than a kiss. Blitzø took a deep, shuddering breath and let go. Stolas watched him pick up his things. He opened the balcony doors for him with a small wave of his hand. The ghost of his breath was still too new against his mouth. He couldn’t find it in himself to regret it yet.

Once he’d left, Stolas turned and picked up the phone, tapping Forneus’s contact and pressing call.

“Hi, dear,” he said, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. “What’s the earliest you can come by tomorrow?”

5.

The twelfth time, Stolas found Blitzø smoking on the balcony after he thought he’d left. Before, this had been another source of excitement. Another few minutes with the imp, the possibility of another round. Maybe it would be in the early morning, after he’d already spent the night.

Now, Stolas just felt weary as he approached him. He brushed against his spikes to let him know he was there, resting his elbows against the railing and leaning next to him. Blitzø passed him the cigarette wordlessly.

“You’re still here,” Stolas murmured as he took it.

“Can’t seem to learn the rules, can I?” Blitzø muttered, watching him. Stolas didn’t know what that meant. It made his stomach turn, but he didn’t say anything. 

“What are you doing?” Stolas asked. 

Blitzø shrugged. “Smoking.” 

Maybe subconsciously, he unwound his tail from the railing and grazed Stolas’s side lightly.

“You were crying, earlier.” he mumbled, almost as if to himself, as he handed the cigarette back. “You never… cried this much. Before.”

Stolas tensed slightly, looking away. He thought he’d been hiding it better. For a moment, he thought about making a crude joke to make it sound lighthearted, but he knew it would fall flat. 

He knew his eyes had been puffy when Blitzø had arrived earlier. He’d stayed seated at his vanity, slowly magicing away the blemishes. Blitzø had walked over to him, turned his face towards his own, stared for a moment. 

“What can I do?” he’d murmured. Stolas glanced back at his mirror, at the pathetic excuse of a prince that stared back, eyes tired. He blinked at himself and then straightened up, pushing it down. He looked back down at Blitzø. 

“Make me feel something else.” he’d said, voice steady. Blitzø had tugged him down and bit his lip and pulled his feathers. That was all they ever knew how to do. It never used to leave such a bitter taste in his mouth. There was nothing else they ever could be, he knew that. It was only a matter of time before Blitzø became tired of him and moved on for good. 

The imp was looking out at the city still. Stolas realized he hadn’t said anything in a few minutes. Blitzø's tail was twitching in what he’d learned a long time ago was apprehension. 

“It’s not you. It’s never you,” Stolas longed to touch him, bridge the gap between them that seemed to take up so much farther than a few steps.

“I know.” He didn’t sound very convinced.

Stolas brushed his feathers back.

“I’m awful, I know that. I wish I could just…” Stop. Let you go. Wake up.

“You’re not awful.” Blitzø said quietly. “If you’re awful, what the fuck am I?”

Perfect , Stolas thought hopelessly. He watched as Blitzø took another drag from his cigarette from the corner of his eye.

“You’re not the cheater.” he said. Blitzø sidelonged him.

“You broke up with him,” he said after a long, heavy moment. A statement, not a question. He held the cigarette out. Stolas took it again with a little hum.

“I’m not sure how much longer I would’ve been able to live with myself,” he said, before drawing smoke into his lungs deeply. Blitzø was fidgeting next to him, swinging his legs over the expanse of the garden below them. 

Forneus had nodded slowly, frown growing deeper as Stolas stumbled over his words, trying to explain without sounding cruel.

“-You’re wonderful, please believe me, this was nothing you did, just…”

You’re not him.

In the end, he had gotten annoyed with Stolas’s various apologies, which he hoped at the very least had softened the blow. 

Blitzø held the stub up to Stolas’s mouth for one last drag before he flicked the remains off the balcony, both of them watching the little red flicker disappear into the night. To Stolas’s surprise, the imp didn’t get up to leave. He just lit another one. 

The beginnings of hope stirred to life within his chest. Stolas firmly squashed them out.

He stared out at the city silently through two more cigarettes, and then turned to go. Blitzø let him. 

“Leave the door unlocked, will you?” he called after him. Stolas glanced back at him. He sat crouched on the railing, silhouetted in the moonlight. Yellow eyes stared at him unblinkingly. 

He was beautiful. It was hard to fight the urge to tell him.

Stolas left the door unlocked. Blitzø didn’t come back inside, but he saw smoke rising from the balcony for the rest of the night.

+1.

“Look at me,” Blitzø's voice was hard, quiet with a brutal harshness that made Stolas shiver. He opened his eyes and turned his head to meet his eyes as they moved together. 

His hands were stretched out in front of him, held in place by one of Blitzø's. The other at his waist was probably drawing blood with how deep his claws were latched in. Stolas felt his eyes roll back when Blitzø hit his sweet spot, but the imp grabbed his jaw, keeping their eyes locked. Forehead against his temple, Blitzø snapped his hips again, panting when Stolas groaned softly.

“You’re so pretty,” Blitzø murmured into his neck, as if in a trance. Stolas felt his eyes closing, tangling his claws with Blitzø's in the bedsheets. 

“So pretty,” the imp whispered again between another thrust. Stolas’s breath hitched, heart cracking a little more with each exhale that he felt against his feathers. He turned his head to pepper kisses along the side of Blitzø's face.

He doesn’t mean it, he tried to remind himself. He shivered through it like he did, though. Blitzø stroked his claws down his neck, cupped his face like a lover, brushing through his feathers and breathing hard into the side of his face. Stolas gasped, voice nearly gone. 

“Tell me you love me,” Blitzø breathed, gripping him around the waist again hard and biting into his neck. Stolas felt himself freeze, felt his eyes widen and his body stiffen up. 

Blitzø paused and blinked, their eyes meeting in the dark before the imp seemed to process what he’d said. The lump in Stolas’s throat had already won, though. Teary red eyes were locked on yellow, both of them deathly still. 

“Haven’t you had enough of punishing me?”  Stolas whispered before he could stop himself. The ache in his chest was unbearable. “How much more do you need?”

Blitzø looked sick. He pulled away from Stolas and backed up to the other side of the bed, staring at him with wide eyes. Stolas rolled over and braced himself up onto his elbows, staring back at him with that too-familiar horrible aching. Then Blitzø was crawling back up onto him, pulling him close and kissing the tears that had started to run down his face. 

“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t,” he mumbled nonsensically, terror clear in his expression. Stolas curled in on himself, forcing Blitzø to release him. He couldn’t help but laugh, a sound raw and jagged like the edge of a smashed bottle. 

“I know you don’t mean it.” he wiped his tears even as more kept coming. “I know, Blitz. I get it, I do. I was horrible, I know . I just want to know when it will be enough.”

“Stolas, that isn’t what I-” he’d gone very pale. Stolas turned away, wrapped his arms around himself. He drew his legs up to his chest, staring down at the bedsheets. 

He felt as Blitzø's weight shifted on the bed, hovered in front of him, and then climbed off. Another crack in his fractured heart.

It was only when he heard the doorknob to the balcony turn that he found it in himself to look up and finally speak.

“If you leave now, please don’t come back again.”

Blitzø froze, hand on the knob. Stolas tried to make himself appear marginally more put together. He didn’t expect Blitzø to glance back, but still. 

The imp was hunched over. He looked back.

“You mean it?” he mumbled. 

Stolas nodded stiffly. Then he curled into a ball on his bed and rolled over. He expected to hear it, the open and shut, the sound of Blitzø walking out for the last time.

Instead there were light footfalls approaching the bed, the creak as Blitzø settled back on top of the mattress. Stolas turned to see him sitting next to him, tail wrapped around himself, staring at his claws.

“Please,” he said jerkily, hoarsely. “What- you want me to beg you? Here, I’m begging. Don’t kick me out again. Please.”

“Don’t kick you- what are you talking about?” Stolas couldn’t help but sit up, blinking in disbelief at the tear that he saw falldown Blitzø's cheek. He wanted desperately to wipe it away, but his limbs felt frozen in place. 

Blitzø scoffed. “You think I don’t know you want me out? You cry after every time we fuck. I fucked up whatever nice thing you had with that parrot shithead.”

Stolas wrapped his arms around himself. “That’s not- I thought you were doing this to get back at me.”

“How the fuck would this be getting back at you ?” Blitzø spat. 

Stolas scoffed in disbelief. “Blitz, you come here, you fuck me, you leave without so much as another word. How am I meant to think that's anything but a punishment?”

“It’s a punishment for me ,” Blitzø said wildly.

Stolas shook his head in disbelief. “ What ?”

Blitzø's jaw snapped shut and he looked away quickly.

“You’re not- Stolas, I know I’m just a toy to you, I-”

“Blitz, I love you.” Stolas was blurting before he could think. Blitzø's gaze snapped to his and to his agony, his brows furrowed tightly together.

“Don’t be an asshole.” his voice wavered. 

Stolas blinked a few times, trying to get the tears out of his vision. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know you hate being here. I still don’t know why you hated me being with Forneus so much, but I thought the least I could do was let you take it out on me. After everything I put you through.”

All the blood left Blitzø's face again. “What- w-what the fuck does that mean? You let me-” he looked terrified, eyes widening and welling up. “Why didn’t you say anything Stolas -”

Stolas felt his stomach drop. “No, no .” He waved his hands panickedly. “I wanted it. Every time. There will never be a time I don’t want you.”

Blitzø put his head in his hands for a moment, shoulders moving with his shaky inhale. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not lyi-”

“You are .” Blitzø hissed. “You are, because if you aren’t, then-” he broke off with a small sound caught between a growl and a sob. 

Stolas wrapped his arms around himself. Blitzø’s shoulder’s moved with a few deep breaths.

“Blitz, why… why do you keep coming back?” his voice was quiet.

The imp scoffed, turning his head up in frustration. 

“You owe me that much, don’t you?” Stolas murmured. 

He didn’t move. Then his tail twitched and Stolas could practically see the floodgates opening. He scuffed a palm over one of his eyes. 

“I can’t let you go. I tried, I really did, but you’re fucking stuck in here.” he tapped his temple harshly and exhaled with a shudder. “Every time I’m not with you, I’m… I feel sick. When I’m with you, I feel sick. You’re right here, but you’re not. And you don’t want me.”

“Shouldn’t I get to tell you that?” Stolas said harshly. 

Blitzø rolled his eyes, throwing his gaze up to the canopy. “Come on, Stolas! I know what this has been since day one. I’m your plaything, you said it yourself. I didn’t care, I swear , and I then I just- fuck , I fucked up, okay? I’m sorry. Please.” he added in a whisper. 

Stolas wiped away the tears forming in his eyes harshly. He’d really had enough of crying. 

“I should have fought harder to explain things properly to you when I ended the deal.” He tried to exhale steadily, running a hand through his headfeathers. 

Blitzø clicked his tongue bitterly. “Stolas, you just want to get off. I’m the one who can’t stop being fucking stupid about it.”

Stolas pressed his hands over his lower eyes for a moment, rubbing his palms in until little stars popped. He was so tired. He didn’t know how to start.

“So you-” he swallowed. “You haven’t been leaving because you can’t stand to be around me. Is that right?”

He glanced up to see Blitzø fidgeting, tail wrapped tighter around himself. 

“Yes.” he whispered, staring at some spot to Stolas’s left.

“You’ve been leaving because you think that’s what I want.”

“Yes.”

Stolas could have laughed if he wasn’t focused on trying not to cry again. He took a few deep, steadying breaths. Small tendrils of hope began to creep back up in his chest.

“I’ll be better, I will, I’ll never do something like that again,” Blitzø was rambling again, voice raw and desperate. Stolas reached out and laid a soft hand on his forearm. 

He gently tugged him into a hug, one hand across his back and another around his waist, dipping his head into his neck and breathing in the sweat and the sweet smell of him. 

“What are you doing?” Blitzø whispered, but he was slack in his arms. Stolas felt his heart flutter when the imp raised his arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling himself closer.

“I’ll let you go in a moment, I just-”

“Don’t.” Blitzø croaked. “Don’t let go.”

“I’m so sorry for doing this to us again.” Stolas murmured into his skin. Blitzø let out a shaky exhale. 

“Don’t say whatever you’re about to say,” he said suddenly, still buried in his feathers. 

“You don’t know what I’m about to say,” Stolas bristled. Blitzø sighed, rubbing his face against him.

“Whatever you say, it’s going to ruin whatever… this is. Just don’t. For a minute.”

Stolas peppered soft kisses along the back of his neck. He still missed him with an ache so strong he was sure it could kill him. 

After a long time, Blitzø stirred. He raised his head enough that Stolas could see his half-lidded yellow eyes blinking into the darkness again.

“Okay,” he said with a sniff. “Say it.” 

Stolas dipped his head and nuzzled into him, sliding up to his forehead and resting his cheek against the emblem. All of a sudden, he was at a loss for words. Blitzø ran his claws through the feathers on his arms almost absently.

“Just… don’t run?” was all he could weakly manage in the end. 

Blitzø huffed a laugh, twining his tail around Stolas’s. Tears rolled down his face. He let Stolas wipe them away. 

“I wanted to stay,” he admitted with a sniff, clenching his jaw. “The first time, when you asked, but I just… couldn’t. I would have done something stupid like told you I love you or fucking, I don’t know , something so bad.”

Stolas tried to shake that off. 

“D-do you?” he stumbled out anyway. 

Blitzø stared at him. Then away, staring daggers into the bedsheets. 

“I’m not… good, Stols. I ruin everything I fucking touch. Either way you’re going to end up hating me, too.”

Stolas took his hand and placed it against his chest, interlocking their fingers. “Am I ruined?”

“No,” Blitzø said in a rush. “No, you’re-” he cupped his face with both hands and brushed their mouths together. Barely a kiss. Stolas pressed his forehead against the imp’s. 

“I love you.” Stolas said very clearly, firmly. 

Something rippled through Blitzø that time. He didn’t nod or smile, but his breath stuttered, a light flush rising to his cheeks. He let Stolas take his hands, stayed pressed against him.

“I can’t-” he huffed a frustrated breath. “I don’t deserve that.”

“I’ve fucked up far worse than you have,” Stolas raised his brows, even as Blitzø was shaking his head. 

“It isn’t about that, Stolas. you still deserve to have love, o-or give it,” his voice dropped lower as he spoke. “I’m too fucking broken for any of this,”

“I’m not asking anything from you. I never will again.” Stolas clicked his tongue. “I’m just telling you.”

Blitzø locked his hands around Stolas’s neck again, ducking his head. He rested his forehead against his chest.

“I do.” he whispered. “To, uh… the thing. I shouldn’t, but. I do.”

Ignoring the way his heart had started pounding against his ribs, Stolas slid both hands to each side of his neck. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I know,” Blitzø breathed. He kissed him lightly again, slid his claws through Stolas’s crest, hid his face back in his chest. He sighed. 

“What do we do now?” he asked, voice muffled.

Stolas drew him as close as he could, shuffling until it was comfortable to lie down. Blitzø locked his legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly. He settled against the pillows with Blitzø wrapped around him like an extra layer of warmth. The imp scooted up his chest and kissed him tentatively. 

“You don’t have to touch me like I’m made of glass,” Stolas murmured. Blitzø cupped his face with both hands.

“Yeah, I do,” he said between kisses. Stolas nipped the corner of his mouth. The imp cracked a little grin. He kept his kisses slow, dragging each one out, making Stolas shiver a little with the way he moved his thumbs against the sides of his neck. He could feel it in each press; the silent way Blitzø was mouthing I love you . 

Stolas blinked away the moisture at the corners of his eyes, inhaling his imp’s scent and his warmth instead. Each kiss grew deeper, making him a little more desperate to never stop touching. He crept his way to the base of Blitzø's tail, rubbing it and wrapping it around a finger. Blitzø whined softly into his mouth and Stolas felt a jolt run through him at the sound. 

“Do you want…?” he whispered. Blitzø opened his eyes halfway and tilted his head a little, sizing him up. Stolas paused his movements but didn’t pull his hand away.

“...Let me to you first,” he said, hands trailing to his waist. Stolas clicked his tongue and rolled them over, pinning Blitzø against the bedsheets. He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. Blitzø's throat bobbed. 

“Or not,” he managed. 

Stolas laughed lightly, and his imp gave him a flustered grin back. Stolas rested his knee almost innocently in between his legs, lightly pressing and feeling the warmth of Blitzø's cunt already. His dick had retreated back inside, but Stolas knew he could coax it out again easily. 

Blitzø arched his back a little, trying to get some friction. Stolas dipped his head and pressed kisses along his jaw.

“Let me love you the way you deserve,” he murmured. A shiver went through Blitzø and he widened his eyes, looking up at Stolas when he pulled back to study his face.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Stolas kissed under his left eye. “You… sure?”

Stolas clicked his tongue with a sigh and a smile. “Since we’ve started again, the only thing I have wanted to see was your beautiful face broken and begging underneath me.”

Blitzø's gaped at him.

 Stolas tilted his head. “Sound good, dearest?”

“Uh- uh-huh,” the imp lifted his chin and Stolas obliged him, kissing his mouth. 

Blitzø reached back and Stolas let him, tenderness bleeding through each place his claws touched. Stolas pushed his knee into his cunt again, letting him grind against it. 

Small sounds were already building in the back of his throat and he bucked his hips. He brushed through Stolas’s feathers, grasping and tugging him closer, as Stolas traced down his heaving torso to cup the front of his cunt. 

“Fuck,” Blitzø gasped as Stolas’s thumb circled his entrance lightly. “Don’t do that shit,”

“No?” Stolas paused. Blitzø hissed and his claws jumped to his wrist, preventing him from moving away. 

“Just fuck me, you gorgeous piece of shit,” he breathed, in a tone that might’ve been convincing if it wasn’t so desperate. 

Stolas clucked his tongue in false sympathy and rubbed two talons right inside of him, curling torturously inside of him and making Blitzø’s eyes roll back. His hips jerked up mindlessly, chasing the feeling, fucking himself down on his fingers. Stolas watched for a moment, transfixed by him, and then stilled his fingers inside of him, forcing his hips down with his free hand. 

“ Stol -” Blitzø growled high in the back of his throat, thrashing against his hold. Stolas caught his mouth in another breathless kiss and began moving again, pulsing his talons slower, deeper. Blitzø twisted his claws into Stolas’s neck and pulled hard, keeping him from pulling away from the kiss. He moaned, long and low, making Stolas’s stomach twist. 

“You like that, beautiful?” Stolas breathed, as Blitzø tilted his head away to try and catch his breath. He peppered small kisses along his throat, sucking bruises into his skin as he moved down. His talons brushed right against his sweet spot, rubbing in quick pulses. 

Blitzø gasped, pushing down against his hand, moving his hips in little circles. He was so pretty, desperate and whining helplessly, trying to keep Stolas’s hand from moving away. He felt his tail loop up his forearm and he gripped his wrist hard, eyes squeezed shut.

“Are you close already?” Stolas nipped at his jaw. Blitzø just made a small uh-huh sound. Stolas soothed the angry marks on his imp’s skin with his tongue, and then pulled his talons out of him. 

“Stolas what the fuck ,” Blitzø’s eyes popped open in disappointed shock. Stolas giggled and kissed his disgruntled frown, before taking one of his knees and pushing it up to his chest, exposing him. 

Blitzø let his other leg fall further open and watched with hitched breaths as Stolas began to kiss down the length of his inner thigh. Stolas left small bite marks as he went, licking around Blitzø’s hole, where slick had left him flushed and shiny. He wiggled a little and Stolas pressed down on his stomach with his free hand, keeping him still. 

“Behave.” Stolas scolded, with no real bite behind the words. 

“You asshole- I’m not doing anything!” Blitzø protested. Stolas leaned down to ghost his tongue over his cunt, making him go silent quickly. He leaned against his thigh, blowing air softly on it, loving how it sent a surprised jolt through Blitzø’s body. 

Finally, he leaned in and sealed his mouth around the tip of his cock, sucking hard. Blitzø yelped and fell back, stomach heaving. Stolas pressed down harder and thumbed his spit-slick head while he lapped around his entrance, pushing his tongue inside and pressing to the deepest parts he could reach, running along the underside of his cock. 

Blitzø threw an arm over his eyes and arched up against his mouth, desperate sounds leaving his throat in bursts. Stolas returned to his cock where it peeked out of his hole, licking up the stiff tip and pressing the flat of his tongue to it, feeling it twitch helplessly. With his free hand, he gently coaxed it completely out.

“How do you feel about me fucking you?” he asked conversationally, loosely wrapping his fist around it. Blitzø tipped his head back with a groan. “Wasn’t that what you were just doing?”

“No, I mean…” something bright blue landed on the bed beside them with a thump. Blitzø’s face snapped back up, staring from it to Stolas. 

Stolas paused his motions, taking his silence for hesitation. “I know we haven’t in a long time-”

“Yes.” Blitzø said. Stolas quirked a smile. “Yes?”

Blitzø nodded, setting his jaw. There was a look in his eye that seemed so determined, a tenseness still high in his shoulders. Stolas wanted to kiss him until it melted away.

“Just so we’re clear,” Stolas waved a hand so that the strap floated over and secured itself across his hips. “This is still me taking care of you. All I want you to do is lie back and let me.”

Blitzø swallowed, tilting his head to the side and staring at the silicon dick. 

“Make it a little bigger.” he said. Stolas raised his eyebrows and snapped his talons. It swelled up an inch or two and he sat back so Blitzø could get a proper look. His imp nodded, something else in his eye that was a little more hungry.

“So?” Stolas slowly leaned forwards over him, so he had to lie back. “Are we clear?”

Blitzø smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the low light. Stolas felt lighter than he had in months, watching him smile easily like that. He leaned in and kissed him, long and deep. His imp cupped his face, kissing him back and grinning again as he pulled away.

“What was that for?” Blitzø licked his lips. “Wasn’t super oh mighty powerful prince dom of you.”

“I just missed you.” Stolas admitted, after a snort. Blitzø didn’t say anything for a moment, smile getting a little bittersweet. 

“Me too.” he murmured. Stolas kissed him again, this time pushing him back down against the pillows. His tail twitched and Stolas couldn’t help but run his thumb along it soothingly.

“You still haven’t given me an answer,” he clicked his tongue. Blitzø sighed dramatically. 

“Yes, Stolas. I will lie here like a good and nice fuckdoll for you.” he reached for him.

Stolas raised his eyebrows, pausing. “You’re not a doll. That’s not the point of this.”

Blitzø stopped too, as if he hadn’t really realized what he’d said. He lightly scoffed, almost as if to himself, glancing away for a moment. 

Stolas watched him steadily, heart sinking. Then the imp met his eyes again and wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him down so he was right on top of him.

“Maybe we should talk about whatever that just was?” Stolas said gently, as Blitzø kissed along his cheek. Blitzø sighed, tilting his head. “You want to make me feel good, Stols?”

“Yes.” Stolas said immediately, forgetting he was meant to be in charge for a moment.

“Okay. So let's save it for later.” 

Stolas hesitated, and then nuzzled into him. “Promise.”

“Fine. I promise.” Blitzø cupped his face. Stolas nodded slowly. He wrapped an arm around the small of Blitzø’s back, pulling him flush against his torso. 

“I love you,” he murmured, fluttering with the overwhelmed expression that flickered across Blitzø’s face. He kissed his mouth, his jaw. Blitzø looped his arms around his neck almost tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. 

He lifted his other hand to Blitzø’s mouth and he opened instantly, taking his talons in and lightly biting down around them. Stolas swirled them around for a moment and then pulled them out, dragging them down his body to rest at his entrance.

His cock had flagged a little but stayed outside of his hole, and it throbbed as Stolas took it in hand. Blitzø was breathing a little heavier through his nostrils, eyes staring deep into Stolas’s face. 

“Just fucking get in me,” he half demanded, half whined, jerking his hips into Stolas’s grip. Stolas laughed a little and slid two talons inside him. He was still tight, tight enough that it was going to hurt, but he clenched hard around him like he’d come already, desperation crawling up in his sounds. 

“Go faster,” he said, not hiding the pleading note in his voice. Stolas ignored him, opening him up carefully and torturously slow. Blitzø squirmed underneath him, breathing growing heavier until he was nipping at Stolas’s neck in desperation. 

“ Stolas ,” Blitzø groaned. 

He giggled down at him, speeding up his talons just enough to make him writhe. His cock rubbed against the movement of his wrist, mixing pre-come with slick, the slide of it warm and delicious. 

Blitzø’s tail shivered where it was wrapping itself around his thigh almost pleadingly. Stolas finally began to speed up his hand properly, and Blitzø choked on an exhale as he bucked against him. 

“Mm, just- wanna come on your cock,” Blitzø ground out, chest hitching. Stolas kissed his neck. 

“Say please,” he instructed. Blitzø didn’t answer, so he leaned back to look him in the eye, amused. “Really? This is what you’re going to be a brat about?”

Blitzø just stared at him, eyes widening with a whine when Stolas pulled his talons out of him again. He opened his mouth, probably to snap at him, but Stolas pressed his talons into his mouth smoothly, forcing him quiet. 

He growled around the intrusions, sharp teeth catching and pricking. The growl cut off with a squeak as Stolas began to stroke him with his other hand, holding his thighs down with his legs. 

“You made such a mess already, darling,” Stolas sighed, swirling his talons around in his mouth. Blitzø bit down harder. Stolas picked up his pace. These were the kinds of games he loved, where they both knew Blitzø would be a sobbing mess by the end of them. 

“You want me inside you?” Stolas cooed. Blitzø groaned and Stolas pulled his fingers out of his mouth. 

“Ask,” he told him. Blitzø just growled, grinding his hips into his other hand. Stolas clicked his tongue, gripped his jaw and pried his mouth open. Blitzø let out a surprised moan at the sting of talons in his cheeks. 

“ Fuck ,” he gasped out. 

“Almost,” Stolas raised his brows. “ Ask me . What do you want?” His imp whined.

“Fuck, I want your cock,” Blitzø tried to arch off the bed to reach his mouth but Stolas kept him pinned underneath him firmly. “Please, Stols, please, I want to come so bad, I want to feel you inside me, I need it, please, Stolas-”

“Good boy, that’s much better.” Stolas murmured, taking both his wrists in one hand and slamming them above his head. Gasping into his mouth, Blitzø spread his legs wide for him. 

He lined himself up, his own cunt hot and aching, and slid in in one fluid, harsh motion. Blitzø clenched down around him hard and his hands jumped against his hold but he didn’t go far. 

Stolas rocked his hips, thrusting hard into him. Blitzø threw his head back and moaned his name, soft but overwhelmed. 

It made Stolas’s head spin, how nicely he’d gotten him sweet and panting for him. He started up a harsh pace, unrelenting and unkind and pushing Blitzø further up the bed with each snap of his hips. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this power, this vulnerability being offered to him literally with arms outstretched.

Blitzø’s breath hitched and he turned his face deeper into the crook of Stolas’s arm right by his face. His hands scrambled uselessly where they were pinned, flexing and unfelxing against an unrelenting grip as Stolas fucked him into pleading shivering cries.

“I’ve got you,” he dropped his face into the crook of Blitzø’s neck, nuzzled and sucked bruises into his skin. He arched Blitzø’s back up to him with his free hand, pulling his arms out further with his other one. Blitzø was nodding, nonsensical and slight, half-sobbing out moans, craning his neck for every kiss he could get. 

He jerked his hips up to meet him in small circles, clenching down on him with each thrust. The view was sending fireworks through Stolas’s brain and he groaned with it, hitching Blitzø’s knees up higher so he could fuck him at a deeper angle, intense and primal. That was what did it. 

Blitzø’s back arched, arms winding tighter around Stolas’s neck, legs squeezing around his waist. He came with a little gasp into the side of Stolas’s face, burying himself under his jaw and shaking like a leaf in a snowstorm. Stolas thrust him through it, kissing the root of his horns. The gasps turned to small pleas once he was on the other side and the overstimulation became too much. 

“Stols, please, fuck ,” he was repeating weakly into his feathers, voice faint and floaty. Stolas slowed the rocking of his hips by a bit, pulling his little lover closer. 

“Please what, dearest?” Stolas asked, nipping him. Blitzø tipped his head back, the tear tracks on his face fresh, and Stolas kissed them. Blitzø made a small sound and caught his mouth with his own. 

“Tell me, please,” Blitzø begged between kisses, clinging tightly. Stolas sped up his hips, knowing what he meant immediately. He released his wrists, wrapped his arms around his body in a hug. Blitzø’s hands jumped up to trail all over him, head tipped back against the pillow. Stolas kissed up the column of his throat.

“Just stay there and take it, sweet thing,” Stolas whispered to him, thrusting into him and making him keen. Then - “I love you,” 

“ Stolas ,” Blitzø’s voice cracked. Stolas put the smallest bit more force behind his next thrust, loving the wail he pulled from his little lover’s throat. He trailed a hand down to wrap around his half-soft cock. Blitzø gasped through his next exhale like he was dying, holding onto Stolas so tightly he was sure his claws would leave marks. He jerked his hips into Stolas’s touch, looking up at him through wide, glossed over eyes. 

“Oh, you’re perfect,” Stolas cooed, a bit hoarsely, as tears spilled down Blitzø’s face. He didn’t answer, didn’t seem capable of words anymore, just whimpers and pleading gasps as Stolas fucked into him harder.

Stolas pressed their foreheads together and pinned him to the mattress a little firmer, holding him open with his knee pressed into his thigh. Unable to get away, Blitzø just sobbed as he twitched on the bed, hands shakingly stroking Stolas’s neck. He cupped Stolas’s face, arching into him, eyes slipping shut again when Stolas rubbed into his slit. 

His limbs locked up and his hips jutted mindlessly and he was spilling all over Stolas’s hand again. Stolas closed his eyes and felt his own breath hitch as he came. He rocked his hips through his orgasm, coming down to find Blitzø whimpering and writhing, oversensitive cock twitching where it was still in Stolas’s grip. 

“Stols,” Blitzø whispered, voice strained. He clenched when he gently slid out of him, watching the obscene slide of slick that connected from the strap to Blitzø’s fluttering cunt. Stolas kissed the side of his neck, his cheek. 

“Can you give me one more?” he asked softly, hand lightly stroking his waist. Blitzø shuddered, tipping his head back. 

“Kiss me,” he breathed. Stolas did, and then, feeling him nod against his mouth, he moved away, keeping his knees pressed open with his forearms as he ducked between his legs. 

He nuzzled into his cunt, cleaning him up where he was still hot and clenching around nothing. One of his hands came down to stroke at the base of his flushed cock, and he grinned when Blitzø arched up with a shaky whine and jolted his hips. He stroked up and down, moving his tongue deep inside of him, feeling each shudder of his walls as they clenched around him. 

“More, more, Stolas, fuck,” Blitzø was whimpering, arching his back, his hips rocking into him instead of away again. “It hurts,”

“Poor thing,” Stolas pulled away to rest his face on his thigh. He circled the head of his cock and leaned in to lick it, suck it just into his mouth. Blitzø sobbed and writhed and Stolas slid two talons back into his cunt to thrust shallowly, just enough to make him gasp and grab his headfeathers. Stolas sucked his tip just a little harder, listening to his sobs like they were the sweetest music. 

Blitzø’s other hand trailed down, flexing blindly, and Stolas switched gears. He slipped out of his cunt and took his hand, squeezing back when Blitzø clasped it tightly. His imp’s voice had mostly gone again, leaving him to just gasp brokenly and weakly sob when Stolas’s mouth returned to his cunt. 

He was close, Stolas could feel it in his shaking thighs as they clenched around his head. Stolas brought up his free hand to twist around the end of his leaking cock. 

Blitzø’s breaths became desperate, small moans that escaped him in ah ah ah’s, and then he was arching like a bowstring and letting out a cry, claws digging into Stolas’s feathers. 

Stolas buried his tongue in deep, wrapping his arms under his thighs and pulling his hips up into him so he couldn’t get away. Blitzø sobbed wordlessly, shaking, until he finally slumped and weakly pushed against Stolas’s head.

“Stop,” he managed through his small gasps. Stolas gave a few more kitten licks and then pulled away to kiss his entrance, admire the mess he made. Blitzø was still quivering with the aftershocks, eyes shut tightly. 

Stolas watched him, completely enraptured, before releasing his hips and easing his thighs back down to the mattress. Blitzø sagged, taking a few deep breaths, and then weakly tugged on the hand he was still clutching. Stolas kissed up his stomach, heart squeezing with tenderness. 

Blitzø ran up his back and his arms with his claws, stroking his feathers. He looped his arms back around his neck as he reached his mouth, tipping his head back and stretching up, letting out a soft whimper into the kiss. 

“Was that okay?” Stolas murmured against his mouth. “Maybe I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, I-”

“Shut up.” Blitzø breathed, and kissed him again. “You’re perfect.”

Stolas let out a little pleased hoot, gathering his imp closer, winding his arms around his body. Blitzø let out a shaky sigh into his chest. Then he lightly pushed against Stolas’s feathers until he rolled over and settled against the pillows.

“What are you doing?” Stolas asked, as Blitzø began to trail kisses down his torso. 

“Eating you out,” Blitzø answered, still in that floaty, hoarse voice. Stolas watched him as he pulled his thighs apart and began to lightly suck his clit, sensitive from his earlier orgasm. Stolas let out a little moan and spread his legs properly. 

He lapped at his folds like he was starving for it, burying his face deep between his legs. His tail wrapped around his wrist like a promise. Stolas arched against him, humming, quietly urging him on. 

“Darling, you’re so good,” he praised softly, between pants. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

Blitzø moaned in response, speeding up a little. Stolas threw his head back and let himself be as loud as he usually was, chittering praise scattered between moans and curling his hand tighter around Blitzø’s horn as his hips jerked down. 

“Fuck, fuck, right there,” he exhaled, and Blitzø’s tail flicked in anticipation. His breath caught on a gasp and he bucked against him hard. Blitzø, to his credit, stayed put, despite how his jaw must’ve been aching by that point. 

He stared up at him and something predatory curled deep in Stolas’s chest. His imp’s eyes were glazed over, slightly dazed and definitely deep under. Suddenly getting too close too fast, Stolas gave him a little smile and tugged his horn to the side to give himself a small break. 

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he murmured, tenderness still seeping into the edges of his tone.

Blitzø sucked a hickey into his thigh and whined, under his breath. Stolas pushed himself up onto one arm and grabbed him by the jaw. Blitzø went willingly, eyes fluttering closed as he pulled him into a brush of a kiss. Then Stolas dropped him again and he twitched back toward his cunt, lapping into him like he was starving for it. He whined into him and it nearly made Stolas tumble over the edge.

He dropped his head back against the pillows with a groan, riding Blitzø’s face faster, his legs shaking slightly as he clenched them tighter around his head. Stolas gasped, heat rushing through him like electricity, and then he was tensing against the bed, trembling hard and crying out as he came hard. 

His muscles loosened and he relaxed back down, reaching down to fumble for Blitzø’s hand. The imp left a few more open-mouthed kisses on his inner thighs, then trailed up and rested against his abdomen. 

Breaths still coming heavy, he pressed his forehead into his stomach, leaving lazy kisses and flicks of his tongue there. Stolas half-consciously stroked the base of his imp’s skull. He smiled to himself when he felt him purring. 

As Blitzø nuzzled into him absently, Stolas carefully took hold of his face and turned it up. 

“Nothing left in there now, is there?” he asked, teasing. Blitzø shook his head slightly.

“Just you.” he murmured. That made Stolas’s heart jump into his chest. He tugged on Blitzø’s forearm and pulled him closer, cooing softly as he settled across his chest and wrapped his legs around his waist. Stolas crossed his arms at the small of Blitzø’s back, splaying his talons. Blitzø exhaled in small puffs into his neck. 

They lay like that for a moment, and then Stolas carefully rolled them so that Blitzø was against the pillows. His imp whined under his breath, but he quieted once Stolas buried his face in his neck and drew him close again. 

He seemed to have drifted back down by the time Stolas waved a washcloth to their sides and began to slowly clean them both up. He stared up at him through half-lidded eyes and Stolas tilted his head at his expression.

“What?” he asked gently. 

Blitzø hesitated. He swallowed, as if still blinking himself out of subspace. “I’m sorry. For earlier.”

Stolas furrowed his brow as he ran the cloth along his inner thighs. He pressed small kisses to each blooming hickey on the imp’s scarred skin, and then curled to the side between his legs and rested his cheek on his thigh. Blitzø’s hand came down to stroke his headfeathers almost instinctively. 

“That can’t happen anymore.” Stolas said finally. “Fucking because one or both of us doesn’t feel like we can say what’s wrong. We have to talk.”

“Yeah.” Blitzø agreed, his voice strained. Stolas settled a bit closer and Blitzø hooked his knee over his shoulder to keep him there.

“Do you want to tell me? What was on your mind?” Stolas kept his voice soft, unassuming. 

A small flick of his tail. Blitzø ran his claws along Stolas’s crest, tracing the shape of his feathers. Stolas just looked up at him expectantly. 

 A good and nice fuckdoll for you.

“You aren’t… supposed to love someone like me. You’re not stupid, I know you know that this isn’t normal.”

Stolas blinked at him. “Ah.”

“I fight, every day, just for a sliver of recognition. To be seen as someone above… what just an imp should be.” a note of bitterness reached Blitzø’s voice and he glanced away, to the shadowy window. “One of the reasons I hated that I… fell… for you,” his voice became progressively quieter. “Was because there’s always going to be that divide . No matter how hard you try.”

Stolas traced up the length of Blitzø’s thigh, felt his shiver. He watched him, tracing the outline of a white splotchy scar on his stomach. The imp examined the ceiling for a long moment, clearly thinking. 

“Do you love me?” Stolas asked thoughtfully. Blitzø looked back at him with raised eyebrows. “I… I already told-”

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” Blitzø said weakly.

“Okay. I love you.” Stolas laid a flat palm on his skin. “You’ve taught me… a lot. I just want you to know… I hate that I made you feel like that was all you were worth. I’ve always seen you as my equal. Even since we were children.”

Blitzø’s spined raised, just slightly. “I know,” he said quietly, with a bit of uncertainty. 

“Do you?” Stolas kept his voice careful. He took his hand and brought it to his chin, tugging on it gently until the imp met his eyes. “You have never been just something to use. Not to me. I’m sorry if I wasn’t… if I failed at showing you that.”

“You didn’t. Maybe at first, but then… I just didn’t…” Blitzø let out a small, shivering exhale. “I couldn’t let myself believe it.”

“Why?” Stolas asked softly. 

The imp sucked in another unsteady breath. He sat up and curled towards him, cupping his face so he could kiss him. Stolas stretched his neck up to meet him, placed a gentle hand on the front of his neck. Blitzø wrapped his arms around him, their legs tangled together. He sighed shakily and Stolas pulled him close. 

“My life has been shit. I don’t think there’s bit a single part of it I haven’t fucked up.” he muttered into his headfeathers. Stolas hummed, staying silent.

“The things I’ve put the people I love through, Stols… the shit I’ve put you through.” 

“Okay, but that’s over now. I’m going to help. We’re going to figure this out together.”

Blitzø stroked through his headfeathers, his heartbeat skipping under Stolas’s head. 

“So, like- we’re in a relationship.” he stumbled over the words.

Stolas lifted his head and blinked at him, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Is that what you want?”

Blitzø shrugged at him sheepishly, a flush rising in his cheeks. “Is it what you want?”

“You first.” Stolas propped himself up on the reclined plane of Blitzø’s stomach. He pressed his cheek to the scarred skin, smiling at him softly. Blitzø combed through his feathers, eyes a little scared.

“Yes.” he admitted. 

Stolas couldn’t help the small hoot of joy that escaped him. Blitzø gave him a smile that he failed to cover with an annoyed expression. “You don’t have to look so happy.”

Stolas pulled himself up to peck another kiss on his mouth. “No?”

Blitzø rolled his eyes with a sigh, twining his tail around his waist. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”