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It was clear to Stolas the moment Blitz returned home that he had a hard time at work.
For one, instead of greeting Stolas with a happy grin like he had the past two weeks since Stolas had taken up residence in Blitz’s apartment, Blitz offered a little “hey” to Stolas’ “Welcome back.”
No “Howdy Ho, Stolas!” or “What’s up, feather butt?” No, “Tacos or burgers?” or “Wanna hear about how I blew this fucker’s brains out?”
Just a toneless ‘hey.’ It made Stolas’ feathers stand on end. A sudden shift, a quiet change, and already Stolas was on alert.
Secondly, Loona wasn’t with him.
“She had to blow off some steam,” Blitz murmured to Stolas’ curiosity. “Bad fucking day.”
Blitz barely looked at Stolas as he threw off his jacket into the laundry bin, pulled off his boots, and wiped the red blood off in the bathroom sink. Stolas watched Blitz through the open door as the imp scrubbed at his cheeks and hands a bit harder than was needed.
Finally, after Blitz had wiped the water and soap from his face with a towel, he plopped down on the couch next to Stolas.
Stolas had no idea what to do.
Blitz was always the one to lead the conversation since their new… he didn’t want to call it an arrangement, but he wasn’t sure what to call it. Living situation? Yes, since their new living situation, Blitz always led their discussions and Stolas only answered with the least amount of information needed. He wasn't ready to talk. Not yet.
Blitz was the one who kept Stolas going those first few rough nights. The one to make sure he ate, even if it was a little bit here and there, preened his feathers when Stolas just couldn’t do it. Blitz made the calls needed to figure out what Stolas’ anti-depression pills were and kept on a consistent schedule of taking them. Blitz told Stolas jokes, watched TV with him, and eventually held him through the night on the couch.
Blitz was the first to kiss him again.
Stars, did it feel good to kiss Blitz again. Through all the hurt and pain Stolas felt in his chest, to things he couldn’t or wouldn’t even think of yet, kissing Blitz always felt so safe, so comforting, so… home. It felt like home.
They were taking this slow. Gentle and careful. A few kisses here and there. Soft words spoken between them at night. Even one lovely night of dry humping on the couch that was interrupted by Loona stomping in. Luckily, she was too tipsy from a night out with Millie and Sallie May to notice what her dad was doing between Stolas’ legs.
Tonight, though, Loona was out.
Slowly, Stolas reached his hand across the couch cushion until it was on top of Blitz’s. He did not let his memory of Ozzie’s stop him, and if Blitz rejected the comfort, that was fine, but Blitz didn’t. Blitz didn’t look at him, but he flipped his hand over so their palms could touch and their fingers could dance in a tight hold.
“Do you want to talk?” Stolas asked quietly.
Blitz stared at the floor as he shook his head. “Can’t. Sorry, Stols, but I feel like if I do, I’ll just fucking explode from the… I don’t fucking know, the bullshit of it all..”
“Ah,” Stolas said softly. “I know that feeling. Like everything is bubbling to the brim of the pot, but if you stir it, it will all boil over.”
“Yeah.”
So they sat together, hand in hand, for a little while. Long enough for Stolas to move closer to Blitz, they sat pressed to each other, and Blitz shifted so he could push his face into the warm feathers that Stolas’ sweater couldn’t hold back.
In the soft, silent twilight, just out the patio door where they both sat and smoked each evening, Stolas saw the bright light of the Cold Moon.
If he had still been in his position of power, he would be celebrating throughout the realms and fulfilling his duties. The moon was particularly beautiful, but he knew this was nothing compared to how she looked on a snowy hill topside in the deepest forests he could find…
That was all over now.
He had been ignoring her because it hurt too much to see something he knew he had no right to anymore. Then again, he never had a right to her to begin with. It had been foolish to even think of himself so highly to have the moon’s blessing. He had just been an owl with a book, after all.
Now, he was an ex-demon prince without a purpose, a dad without his daughter.
But also someone holding hands with his lover.
He knew he couldn’t be everything he wanted to be in this life at this moment as he held Blitz’s hand, but he could try to be what Blitz needed.
“Could I help you relieve some of the pressure?” Stolas asked.
Blitz rose his head to meet Stolas’ gaze. “What do you mean?”
Stolas shrugged. “I’m not sure about you, but when I am feeling quite anxious, a good orgasm helps.”
Blitz rolled his eyes. “Stolas, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to do it,” Stolas quickly said as he reached to grab Blitz’s other hand. “I want to make you feel better.”
“Stols-”
“Blitz, please,” Stolas interrupted him. “We don’t owe each other anything. I don’t think I have to do this. I want to do it if it will make you feel better because I want to, not because I think I should.”
Blitz narrowed his eyes as though trying to read past Stolas’ passionate outburst or find the trick to the offer. Stolas didn’t blame him. They had so much further to go, and who could say if they would even make it to a place where Blitz would fully trust him?
Regardless, Stolas would prove himself to Blitz every day, every moment, every kiss, and every bated breath.
“You can also say no,” Stolas added.
Visibly relaxing, Blitz smirked and squeezed Stolas’ hands. “Well, when you put it that way… I suppose your hand has always calmed me down in the past.”
Like a taut string cut, Stolas sprung to action. He shifted to his knees on the couch cushion, and Blitz watched him with a curious look as Stolas prompted Blitz to raise his hips so he could tug down his pants.
“You just sit back and relax,” Stolas instructed. “I will take care of you, my love.”
It had been so long since Stolas had the chance to see Blitz’s body this way, and he nearly wept at the sight of it. Half hard already, Blitz’s cock was just as beautiful as he remembered. Wrapping his hand around it, Stolas shivered when he felt its heat and weight in his hands.
“Did you miss this?” Blitz teased as he sank deeper into the couch and threw an arm around Stolas’ waist.
“I did,” Stolas said truthfully, giving Blitz’s cock a gentle stroke. “I missed everything about you.”
Blitz’s eyes seemed to shine just a little brighter for a moment, but he looked away too quickly for Stolas to notice, choosing to close his eyes and lean his head back as far as his horns would allow. What Stolas did notice, though, was how quickly Blitz’s cock hardened in his hand.
Stolas was never shy with dirty talk in bed. He could ramble up any request, promise, or beg with the best of them, but this was different. A sudden spark of an idea, something that Stolas had always done as a practice but never as a direct attempt.
“Have I ever told you how wonderful I think your cock is?” Stolas spoke softly, as smooth and slow as the speed of his hand working Blitz’s cock.
Blitz tried to laugh, to discourage this train of conversation or to avoid talking, Stolas couldn’t be sure, but the laugh came out drowned in the moan that followed. Stolas kept the stroking gentle, steady, never increasing even as he felt Blitz try to fidget his hips to meet Stolas’ motions.
Stolas cooed gently as he kept his hand steady. “Your cock is the most pleasurable thing I have ever experienced.”
“Ya don’t gotta lie,” Blitz whispered.
Which was not what Stolas expected him to say.
Blitz had always been so forthright with his dirty talk as well. Demanding Stolas call him ‘daddy’ or making Stolas answer to ‘my little slut’ and the like, which was all very fun, of course. But this wasn’t how it had been.
Which, perhaps, was the point of it. This wasn’t like it had been.
“I have no reason to lie. Your prick, my dear Blitz, makes me feel a sort of bliss nothing else ever has, nor I think anything else ever will.”
Blitz’s nails dug into the arm of the couch and Stolas wondered if Blitz was not careful, if he would like another tear in the fabric. The hand around Stolas’ waist tightened. Stolas watched the tension in Blitz’s face form little crunched wrinkles on his forehead.
Adorable, truly.
“Does that feel good, my dear?” Stolas whispered, scooting even closer to Blitz’s body as his hand worked in long up and down strokes.
“Mhm,” Blitz breathed.
“Good, good,” Stolas answered. “You deserve to feel good.”
Blitz gasped, and his hips thrust up once again, desperately seeking speed or friction that Stolas was not going to provide. If he was rushing this for Stolas’ benefit, it certainly wasn’t needed, but if he was rushing it to simply get it over with, well… that wouldn’t do.
“Calm your hips,” Stolas spoke gently. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“Can’t,” Blitz moaned, his tail wrapping around Stolas’ wrist. “Feels fucking great.”
“It will feel even better if you stop moving.”
Taking more initiative, Stolas cupped the back of Blitz’s head and pressed it into his chest. He knew Blitz always sought comfort in his feathers, and on impact, Blitz took a deep breath.
“I fucking love how you smell,” Blitz mumbled. “Like flowers or something.”
The confession brought a smile to Stolas’ face.
“There you go,” Stolas murmured. “You work so hard and need a rest. Rest with me here.”
Blitz’s cock strained under Stolas’ hold, and when the ridges began to emerge, Stolas wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t often Blitz got to a state where the spikes came out, but Stolas felt a sense of pride that he had managed to do it with just a simple hand job. He rearranged his fingers to cradle the flesh between the spikes and continued the slow strokes.
Using his thumb, Stolas swirled a bead of cum on the tip of Blitz’s cock, causing the imp to whine. Stolas knew the head was always sensitive, and he would use that to both their advantage.
Yet, Blitz was biting his lip and holding back the moans that Stolas knew were just waiting to come out.
“You don’t need to be quiet,” Stolas reminded him. “It’s just us here. You are safe to let go. You don’t need to hold anything back.”
A garbled noise came from Blitz’s throat, and Stolas, following his own instructions, moaned in response.
“Wa-was that good,” Blitz whimpered.
“Yes, darling.” Stolas let his strokes grow a tad quicker, a tad tighter. “Keep making all those wonderful noises. You are doing such a good job for me. Your pleasure makes me so happy.”
Blitz's breath came faster, and the soft cries made Stolas clench his thighs together. Blitz was so close. The silky skin of his prick was pulsing with heat from under the pressure of what was to come.
“Stolas…” Blitz whimpered. “I want it…”
Blitz’s cheeks were blushed, his eyelids heavy, and his body tight and tense. He was so beautiful in his desire.
“You ask so sweetly.” Stolas kissed the top of Blitz’s head. “Always so sweet, my darling.”
The spikes, curved in such a way that Stolas knew how perfect they felt dragging along the inside of his cunt, were just an extra benefit for this moment. Stolas tightened his grip, making sure the flesh of his fingers pressed against the sensitive base of the spikes, and Blitz shook at the pressure.
“Please, Stolas, please,” Blitz begged, the words heavier than either of them expected. “I need it. I need it. Please, Stolas. I need you.”
Blitz was there. Stolas knew it, and he would bring him over the edge.
“You’re okay,” Stolas sighed happily. “Let go, it’s okay. Everything is okay. We are safe.”
The hand that had been digging holes into the couch arm swung to pull Stolas closer, and with his face in Stolas’ chest, Blitz came with a sob. Stolas felt the pulsing from Blitz’s cock and the sudden warmth spread against his hand. He wasn’t certain if Blitz's noises were of pleasure or something more painful, but he let Blitz process as he needed.
Stolas would be Blitz’s safety as Blitz cried against Stolas’ body. Wiping his hand on his pants, Stolas pulled Blitz closer to him and held him as Blitz worked through the ripples of post-fuck bliss.
“We’re okay,” Stolas whispered as he rocked Blitz. “You make me so very happy.”
When Blitz pulled his face from Stolas’ plumage, little feather imprints were scattered on his face. He was blushing, and his eyes were glassy, but he asked. “What do you want me to do?”
With a little chuckle, Stolas replied. “Rest?”
“No, you dork, how do you want me to get you off.”
“No need,” Stolas answered.
“What? Why the fuck not?”
“You don’t need to make me cum just because I made you, darling. I would like to cuddle a bit. Maybe, if you are ready, we can talk about what happened today at work that rattled you so?”
Stolas guided them both down to the cushions, and they ordered takeout and talked. It turned out that it was simply an irate client and a common disagreement about expectations of a hit. Yet, as Blitz talked it out over a good greasy takeout meal, Blitz seemed in better spirits.
They later went to the balcony together to share a cigarette before bed. As Stolas took in a puff, he looked up to the Cold Moon and thought of change and renewal and all the things he should have been doing.
Yet, it wasn’t his duty anymore.
Before he could spiral, before he could fall into self hatred, a hand was on top of his.
“You okay?” Blitz asked quietly.
Stolas exhaled his lung full of smoke. “A little.”
Stolas flipped his hand over so their palms could touch.
Blitz scooted closer “Do you want to talk about it?”
Feeling safe, safer than he had his entire life, Stolas nodded, and together, they went hand in hand to the couch.