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Vassago had just set a glass of wine down on the table attached to the bathtub and was about to remove his robe when he heard a knock on his bedroom door.
“Vassago?” Came Stolas’ voice. Through that single word Vassago could tell his friend was not okay.
He wouldn’t say he knew Stolas well, but he knew from serving as his defense attorney that the owl was a genuine good person, something that the Goetia sorely lacked.
He tied his robe, looking longingly back at the bath before heading over and answering the door.
Stolas was standing there, the red robe he wore in so many of the photos submitted as evidence to the court hanging loosely around his lanky frame. Under it, he wore black lace lingerie and tears were running down his face.
“Stolas. What’s wrong?” Vassago led him to the bed and sat him down. He listened with an expression as Stolas began to talk.
“You know Blitz, yes?” Stolas wiped his eyes, his robe hanging open in a very distracting way.
Vassago forced himself to look at Stolas’ face. “Yes, the imp at the hearing. Your lover.” He interlaced his fingers to keep them from taking Stolas’ own.
Stolas’ entire body seemed to deep of tension. “Former lover, I fear.” His voice was filled with an almost endless amount of desolation.
Vassago looked anywhere but Stolas, his face bringing awkwardness, which was still preferable to the arousal the rest of the owl’s body brought.
He looked at his rooms cherry wood walls, the sandstone floor, the beautiful paintings he hung on his walls, the pinkish red bedsheets they sat on.
He tried to focus on anything else but the growing hardness under his robe. Stolas came to him for comfort, and he didn’t think he would appreciate seeing his erection.
“I-I’m sorry, but why have you come to me? Surely you have someone else?” Vassago said, crossing his legs to hide his hardness.
“No.” Stolas said softly. “With Blitz gone… it’s only you.”
“I… I’m so sorry, Stolas. You can talk to me whenever you need to.”
“Thank you.” Stolas said, pulling him into a tentative embrace.
Vassago swallowed hard as the owl pressed up against him, his cock throbbing as the silky smooth of the satin and the tangled near sharpness of his feathers.
Stolas let out a exhale of surprise as he pressed against his bulge. He pulled back, a flush on his face. “I, uh, didn’t realize you had a dick.”
Vassago was mortified, he scooted away slightly. “Yes. My apologies, I didn’t mean to make it awkward, but I- you’re barely wearing anything and I- my apologies.”
He knew he was rambling, and probably would have continued if Stolas didn’t lean over and kiss him lightly.
“You could have asked, at least.” The owl said, pushing Vassago down into the bed and gently crawling on top of him.
“Stolas I… are you sure you want to do this?” Vassago said, the feeling of the owl on top of him entirely too intoxicating.
“I could do with a little fling, hmm? Take my mind off Blitz… you can do that, can’t you?” Stolas said, nipping lightly at Vassago’s chest fluff, and grinding his hips against his throbbing cock.
Vassago moaned, thrusting his own hips up to meet Stolas’ as a spike of pleasure shot through him. His robe had fallen open and he quickly slipped out of it as Stolas pulled his own off.
Stolas wrapped a claw around Vassago’s cock, stroking it lightly and getting a whimper from the parrot as a reward.
“You’re much more reactive than Blitzy.” He said, stilling his hand. Vassago whined at the loss of contact. It took all his willpower not to worship Stolas with his hands.
Th owl noticed his struggle and gently picked up his hands and moved them to his hips.
“Use your beautiful talons, I’m afraid your voice won’t work for much longer.” His tone brokered no argument and Vassago obliged, running his hands over every inch of Stolas.
The owl pinned his cock between Vassago’s own belly and his lingerie wearing cloaca, humping it. Vassago let out a high, keening whine, pre-cum dripping from him.
Stolas was equally eager, a stain forming on his panties, and he ripped them and threw them in a corner, straddling Vassago’s hips as the owl let his dick up to full mast.
He let out a gasp as Stolas finally sunk onto him, the owl as smooth as an exotic oil. He slid in with no trouble, both of them well-lubricated.
The tightness of Stolas and the strange feeling of him clenching as he jumped up and down on Vassago was heavenly, and it wasn’t long before Vassago was thrusting in time, his eyes crossed and his breathes sporadic.
The pleasure was like nothing Vassago had ever experienced, and it wasn’t long before he felt himself growing close to a release, Stolas driving him there more quickly than any toy he had ever used in his years.
He gripped Stolas’ hips tightly as he drew closer, but suddenly the owl stopped. “I can feel how close you are, but you can wait like a good boy, can’t you?”
Vassago nodded erratically, his cock twitching violently at the words; he was so close, a single thrust would send him over the edge, but he waited, the ecstasy crawling further and further from him until he was far enough Stolas could continue grinding against him.
“You like being called good boy?” Stolas asked, looking down at Vassago with lust-filled curiosity.
Vassago blushed, he had been hoping Stolas hadn’t noticed how much he loved that. “Yes.” He whispered, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see Stolas’ reaction.
“Good boys speak up.” Stolas said, his voice raw as his movements went staccato.
“Yes.” Vasssgo said, louder this time, the precipice in view again. He panted, his mouth hanging slightly open as he thrusted, trying to match Stolas’ pace.
“Ah~ you really are such a good boy.” Stolas said, digging his claws into Vassago’s shoulders as he came. The words sent Vassago over the edge, their warmths mixing as Stolas collapsed onto Vassago with a happy sigh.
Vassago’s body was on fire, but the heat was seeping out, leaving a coiled rope of heat in the bottom of his stomach. His face was flushed and his breathing heavy.
Stolas smiled at him. “See? Was that so bad?” He ran his talons over Vassago’s stomach.
The tension was slowly leaving him, and he returned the smile. “No.” He leaned forward and kissed Stolas gently, the owl freezing before returning it in kind.
“What’s wrong?” He asked after he pulled away, running the tips of his talons down Stolas’ spine.
Stolas sighed. “It’s just… Blitz never did this. He was gone right after our fornication, and I so wish he could have stayed.”
Vassago pulled him closer, the owl curling his head onto his chest fluff. “My apologies.” Vassago said for the fifth time that night, but he could offer little more than the words.
He waited for Stolas to reply, met with only silence. “Stolas?” He said questioningly out into the room, not kimoving his head.
Light snoring confirmed his suspicions; the owl was asleep. He used the arm not pinned by Stolas to throw the blanket over them, and closed his eyes. Sleep took him quickly and silently, a white panther in the darkness, sending him to the land of dreams.
The land was filled with warmth and love, no one struggled for anything there, and all was peaceful and kind.
For even some demons dream of Heaven, though it takes many forms. For Vassago, it was a world