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This bizarre situation that Blitzø and Stolas found themselves in was starting to feel more normal by the day.
Those first couple days were rough though. Not just on Stolas, but Blitzø as well. Blitzø was more than happy to take care of the pretty bird that saved his life. Not to mention he had a lot of making up to do after being asshole of the year to Stolas. Not that he felt obligated to be nice to Stolas. There was so much he wished he could talk about with the former prince right now, but the time was far from right.
That first week, Blitzø couldn’t relax or keep his eyes off of Stolas. He gets it. If Blitzø were in Stolas’s shoes (wait, does he ever wear shoes?) he would be thinking of all the ways he could off himself with all the weapons he owned. Speaking of, Blitzø had to lock all the weapons he had at home away in his personal safe. When he ran out of room there, everything else came to the office. Even all his ropes had to go. Both his work ropes and kinky ropes.
If Stolas was walking to the kitchen, he made sure he wasn’t using the oven or getting creative with the cooking utensils. If Stolas went to look out the window where the balcony was, Blitzø wasn’t too far away to make sure he didn’t try to walk off said balcony. Locks on the bathroom cabinets were also in effect. Doing the opposite of what Blitzø does for work was way more exhausting.
When Blitzø had to go back to work, he and the IMP staff took turns on who would stay at the apartment with Stolas. Social media was definitely off limits to the bird, so Blitzø would turn his internet off when he wasn’t around. Stolas wasn’t a fan of all this attention he was getting. Stolas tried to reason with Blitzø and promised that he wouldn’t try anything if he was left alone. Blitzø wanted to trust his word, but too much was at stake. He would never forgive himself if something happened while under Blitzø’s care. Blitzø would just tell Stolas that this was temporary. Once the news of that day in court starts to settle down, he’ll start to ease up on all the rules he put in place.
Another fight they would have is Blitzø sleeping in the bean bag chair. Stolas felt bad taking what was essentially his bed, and offered to just sleep on the floor. Blitzø shut it down every night and insisted the bean bag wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as other places he’s slept in the past.
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Two weeks went by and things started to become routine. Stolas would still wear that somber face most of the day, but Blitzø had pulled some smiles out of him with his dumb jokes and stories from work. But it was nothing like the way he used to smile. Stolas’s face hasn’t lit up in absolute joy in…who knows how long. Probably not since one of their full moon meetings, which felt like ages ago at this point. They were both extremely different demons now.
Funny enough the last thing on his mind was diving back in bed with him. Or should he say couch. Satan, Blitzø still couldn’t get over the fact that Stolas has been living in his place for the first time ever, and neither of them has tried to jump the other's bones. It was still jarring for Blitzø to even have Stolas here in the apartment. His apartment and the palace always felt like two different universes to Blitzø. Climbing the balcony was like entering an alternate universe where he had someone excitedly waiting for him every month. But back at his office or his place, he was just regular ‘ol stubborn Blitzø. He felt like he had to be on his best behavior now that Stolas was living here.
Easier said than done.
One night he was feeling restless. Like he was tired, but couldn’t let himself go completely. It looked to be the middle of the night, and Blitzø had an itch to scratch. Where he slept in the bean bag chair was almost behind the couch that Stolas slept on. He would just see the top of his head most nights. In the beginning he moved it closer to the couch to keep his watchful eye on him. But four nights in, Stolas asked if he could move so he didn’t feel Blitzø’s eyes on him like a watchdog. Blitzø complied and gave him space.
Tonight, he wanted to look at Stolas just because he wanted to. He slowly moved the blanket off of him and crawled out of the bean bag chair so he could crawl on his hands and knees towards the front of the couch. He stayed down low on the ground and curled his body in as he looked up at Stolas’s sleeping face.
“Blitzø?” Stolas whispered out while keeping his eyes closed.
Blitzø slunk more into the ground, trying to see if he could camouflage himself into the carpet.
Stolas opened his eyes and peered down to see Blitzø pretending he wasn’t there. “Are you still concerned for me?”
Blitzø raised his head up and darted his eyes around. “Uh…maybe. I…just felt comfy here. Did I wake you?”
“Oh, no. I could just sense that you were there. Why don’t you join me, darling.” Stolas gave a small smile while moving his body further against the back of the couch.
“That’s okay. I don’t want you to feel even more cramped.”
“I’d welcome it. Please…Blitzy?” Stolas softly begged the imp. Blitzø felt a shiver up his spine hearing that nickname. He couldn’t say no to that.
Blitzø crawled towards the couch and up to join the bird. His body began to tremble, feeling nervous all of a sudden. They haven’t been this close in so long. Even though Stolas has been here a while, his natural scent still smelled herbal. Maybe it’s the tea?
“This is nice. It’s been so long since I’ve felt your body on mine. Are you comfortable?” Stolas asked while he slotted his talons in between the spikes on the imp’s back. They stood up straight before laying back down. “Mmhm,” was all Blitzø could muster.
Just go to sleep, dammit! In the past, Blitzø would protest when Stolas would start coddling him in bed. At the time it felt suffocating. Like he had no choice but to do what he said.
Whereas now, he’s wanted to sleep by his side since the owl moved in. But Blitzø didn’t trust himself. He didn’t want to fall into old habits and start touching Stolas all over. His stupid, feral brain could only picture Stolas completely bare below him. Biting his neck, stomach, and thighs. Absolutely bury his face into that warm and drenched birdpuss.
“It’s nice to see you still find me desirable, Blitzy.” Stolas cooed as he slid his other hand down his side and curled on his hip.
Blitzø blinked back to reality and realized that his hard-on was pressing against Stolas’s abdomen. “Shit- sorry! I-I wasn’t gonna-“
“Don’t be. I’ve missed this. Truly.” Stolas leaned his head down so he could whisper against his neck. “Let me help you. As a thank you for taking such good care of me.”
Blitzø felt cornered. Of course he wanted Stolas to touch him, but he didn’t want to take advantage of him. Stolas didn’t have to pay him back with his body. They were done with all that. But if he pushes him away, it would crush Stolas’s self-esteem. He didn’t want to be the source of his sadness anymore. Or anymore than it was already. “You don’t…have to. It’ll go away on its own.”
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“I want to, dear. You deserve to feel good. I want nothing more than to feel your throbbing cock in my hand. Just thinking about it is getting me absolutely wet.” Stolas moved the hand that was on Blitzø’s hip to his stomach, talons bordering on the hem of the imps shorts.
“O-Okay. If that’s what you want,” Blitzø responded in a shaky whisper.
“Is that what you want, Blitzy? Tell me.” Stolas started to leave light kisses against his neck.
“Fuck yes…please.” Blitzø was a weak man. He hasn’t been touched in months. His body was begging for it like a touch-starved virgin.
Stolas gave a wide smile, looking pleased with himself. He slid his hand into Blitzø’s shorts and underwear, pulling out his weeping cock. Stolas delicately wrapped his talons around it and gave languid strokes to start. Blitzø didn’t bother holding back his whimpers. He started to rub his head into Stolas’s chest feathers, moaning into them.
“Good boy,” Stolas praised, moving his hand faster. Squeezing his head at the up stroke.
“Fuck-Stolas! So good…more, more,” Blitzø pleaded against the bird's chest. His hips were convulsing so he could chase that high he was feeling. Blitzø was chanting Stolas’s name like a prayer the faster he went. The more he would twist his wrist. “So good, s-so good,” Blitzø groaned in pleasure. He was gonna be a goner at this rate. “Missed this…missed you,” Blitzø said as he felt himself getting closer and closer.
“That’s it, my darling. You sound so delicious. Let me hear you finish.”
Blitzø’s body was on fire, thrashing his head side to side.
“Blitzø! Wake up!”
Blitzø opened his eyes and looked ahead. He saw Stolas kneeling in front of his bean bag chair, his hand on the imp’s shoulder. “What…Stolas?” Blitzø’s head felt fuzzy and was confused how he was back here.
“Are you alright? When I came out of the restroom, I heard you calling my name. Were you…having a bad dream?” Stolas asked with concern in his voice, tilting his head to the side.
The fog in Blitzø’s head was lifted when he realized what happened. His knees shot up to his chest and flinched his body away from the bird.
“Fine! Great! All good!” Blitzø said frantically.
“Are you sure? You seemed distressed. Would it help if you joined me on the couch?” Stolas was comforting Blitzø like he was a scared child that had just awoken from a nightmare.
“No! No no no! Actually. I have to shit. Bad!” Blitzø leaped out of the bean bag chair and made a mad dash to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him he sat on the closed toilet seat. He flushed the toilet so the noise could cover up his embarrassed groan.
If he hadn’t removed himself, who knows what his primordial instincts would’ve made him do. Blitzø was sweating up a storm. Thank Lucifer for the blanket covering up his raging boner. If Stolas hadn’t woken him up, he would’ve creamed his pants for sure. Blitzø looked down and saw he was only half hard. His mind went back to the dream. The praise. The smell. That hand. Fuck! He wasn’t going to be able to sleep if he didn’t take care of this. It’s a good thing he said he as shitting because now he could use the toilet flushing to cover up the sound of his ravenous fapping.
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After Blitzø took care of that problem, he splashed some cold water on his and left the bathroom. He walked towards the bean bag chair and looked over at the couch. Stolas had his head turned three quarters around to look back at Blitzø.
“Feeling better?” Stolas asked.
“Yeah. Must’ve been something I ate,” Blitzø said like it was no big deal.
Stolas hummed in response. “Were you…dreaming about that day?”
“Huh? Oh, nah. I get nightmares all the time.” That wasn’t a lie. At his worst they would come every day. At best it would go down to once or twice a week.
“I’m sorry to hear. Do you want to talk about it?”
Blitzø shook his head and smiled back at him. “I’m fine. Really. Actually…” Blitzø looked away and thought if he should even ask this. It was late and morbid curiosity got the best of him. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“Of course. Ask away.” Stolas moved off the couch so he was sitting up against it so he could view the imp better.
“I know it’s none of my business. And you don’t have to tell me squat. But if I ask it out loud, maybe I’ll be able to let it go.” Blitzø took a deep breath and looked back at the bird. “At the party. Where we talked last. Before I left, I…saw you swapping spit with that succubus guy you were dancing with. Did uh…anything come from that?”
Stolas eyes widened and saw that pink blush Blitzø was so familiar with. Stolas looked down at his lap where he had his hands folded. “No. He gave me his number and I tried leaving the party with him. But he was a gentleman and said I was too intoxicated to do…that. So I went home alone.”
Blitzø did his best to hide the relief he felt on the inside. After that party he did a thorough background check on that fucker and staked out where he lived a couple times. He never saw them out together, but that didn’t mean they weren’t getting intimate somewhere in private. “Bummer. I mean. It’s good he didn’t take advantage of you. Bet it felt nice to fool around with someone else for a change.”
Stolas shot his head back up and scowled lightly at him. “Blitzø, you were always enough for me. I…I wasn’t even planning on anything happening with anyone that night. I thought going to that silly party would help me get over you. Instead, it just made me miss you more. I’m so sorry, by the way. You should know…that I could never hate you.”
Great, now his horny feelings were replaced with gooey love feelings again. “Thanks. I’m sorry too. For…stomping on your feelings. Terrorizing you at your place and at the party. Just, rubbing salt into the wound so much. I’ve been working on myself since then.” Trying his best to be a better demon that was worthy of Stolas’s affection and attention. He didn’t want to hurt anymore. Or hurt the ones he cares about.
Stolas smiled wider while tears peaked out of his eyes, wiping them away before he got too emotional. “Apology accepted. I’ve noticed your changes since I started living here. I think you’re doing a phenomenal job.”
“Ha. I try,” Blitzø said before giving a dry chuckle. “We should get back to bed.”
“Wait. Take this.” Stolas leaned back to the corner of the couch to grab something before extending his long arm toward the imp. It was one of Blitzø’s horse plushies. “It’ll help scare away those pesky nightmares. It helped me.”
Blitzø took the plush back happily and looked back at him. The first couple of nights, Stolas would have these night terrors that had him scream when he woke up. Blitzø was quick to come to his side and comfort him, hold and squeeze his hand. When Stolas felt calm enough, he would try to sleep again. Blitzø would have his head perched with his arms underneath on the couch cushion, staying nearby in case the bad dreams came back. Blitzø would end up sleeping that way for the first two nights. It was the third night that he got the idea of letting Stolas sleep with one of his favorite horse plushies. A cream colored pony named biscuit queen. Stolas began to sleep soundly after that.
“Thanks. Goodnight, Stols.”
“Goodnight Blitzø.”
They both settled back into their sleeping spots. Blitzø held the plush up to his nose and could smell Stolas on it. Oh his scent was drenched in it now. Sleeping with this should hopefully give him more wholesome dreams about the pretty bird.