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Blitzø was fucking steaming, and it wasn't because the weather in Hell was well… hellish.
It was hot as hellboar balls to be fair, but no.
No, he was pissed off.
Stupid fucking Stolas.
Dancing with that incubus fuckhead at Verosika's stupid party. If you could even call the way they'd been practically dry humping dancing. He couldn't scrub the image out of his brain. Kept seeing them kissing when he closed his eyes, their tongues fucking each other's mouths. He wondered if that was the only part of Stolas that bastard had breached.
It made him feel sick with helpless rage.
Verosika had said to leave him be and Blitzø had listened, but today he was regretting the shit out of it. Why has he listened to her? She didn't know what the fuck she was talking about. It's not like she had been a fuckin' dream to date either.
He should have stomped his way onto the dance floor and punched the incubus out cold. Then he should have picked up his bird and thrown him over his shoulder. Taken Stolas out of that fucked up anti-him party and spent the rest of the night… well … tucking him into bed probably. Stolas had been pretty trashed after all.
But then the next morning he would have at least had him suck him off for his trouble. To apologize for daring to kiss someone else when only the day before he'd said he had feelings for him.
What Blitzø wouldn't give for a blow job. A good, normal, routine blow job without any feelings attached. Just a raw fuck. But with Stolas specifically. Because he didn't want anyone else. If he did, he'd just go find a glory hole at the nearest Wack Donalds and stick his dick through it.
Maybe he should open a portal into Stolas' fucking bedroom and have him suck on him. Hah.
Wait… maybe he should open a portal into Stolas' fucking bedroom and have him suck on him.
No.
No that was crazy.
Or was it genius?
Because if it was a small enough portal he wouldn't have to see Stolas' face when he rejected him. He could make it just big enough for his cock to fit through and see what Stolas did.
Fuck it. He was going to stick his dick in a portal and see what happened.
Satan this was the worst idea he'd ever had. Stolas was going to cut his dick right off.
Still, if bad ideas were enough to stop him Blitzø wouldn't be where he was today! A lonely pathetic loser sticking his dick into a portal…
Okay. Not the greatest example but still!
Fuck.
Okay, first he had to get hard. No point sticking a limp noodle through a hole in reality. He needed a half chub at least.
He stripped off his pants, tossing them across the room where they landed on the TV. It didn't matter, he had time to clean up before Loona got home. He was proud of her for making friends, and he had to admit that it gave him more time alone in the apartment which was nice for jerk off and/or crying purposes.
But he couldn't think about Loona right now, that was the opposite of horny. Gross.
He'd think of Stolas instead. That usually worked.
He stroked his cock lazily as he imagined Stolas and him kissing, maybe at a party. Maybe at Verosika's Fuck Blitzø party. Like Stolas had done with that random fucking bird stealing shithead.
Nope. Fuck, that wasn't working at all. He needed lust, not bloodlust. Sometimes those wires could get crossed, but he wanted regular sexy right now. Okay, Stolas, kissing, hot mouths against mouths and that fuckin' other shithead kissing his fucking bird!
He growled out loud, and spat on his hand, then brought it back to his dick.
Okay, what was sexy?
Their full moon nights were a pretty good go to for getting horned up. Bear traps and knives and whips and chains. They'd used it all, and Stolas had begged and moaned like the most eager slut in hell.
But his stupid brain brought him back to their latest full moon, the one before the disastrous one where Stolas had given him the crystal.
It had been a few months earlier, because Blitzø had been taking Stolas up on his offers to skip full moons. Blitzø had laid Stolas down, spreader bar on, and basically worshipped his body. He'd noticed that he could get the bird trembling just by kissing him, and had wondered how far he could take it.
Turned out he could take it pretty fucking far.
Kissing all over his soft feathery body had gotten Stolas so worked up that he'd come without Blitzø even touching his cloaca, and Blitzø had needed to dive between his legs immediately to lick up his slick and cum. He'd eaten him out like that, all oversensitive and twitching, before finally putting his dick inside of him.
The spreader bar had held him open and defenseless, and Stolas had squirmed helplessly as Blitzø had fucked into him.
Oh yeah, that was working. He was fully hard now, a single pearl of precum beading at the top of his cock.
"Okay. Fuck. Portal time," he said to himself, feeling only somewhat nervous. This would be fine. Probably.
He rubbed at the crystal, his pure horny energy making the portal open immediately. He had to concentrate on keeping it small enough that he could just stick his dick and balls through it.
He took a deep breath and thrust through it, listening hard for Stolas' voice.
For a moment it was silent and Blitzø wondered if Stolas wasn't even in his bedroom. Maybe he was somewhere else in his big ass palace. Maybe he was with that cock sucking bird stealing-
"Oh for Lucifer's sake," Stolas' voice finally said. "You can't be serious?"
Shit.
Stolas really knew how to make him feel small, even if he was tall for an imp.
A tsk and the sound of footsteps approaching made Blitzø shift nervously. What if Stolas really did cut his dick off?
Maybe it was better to just close the portal and pretend this had never happened.
But then a hand was around his cock, and all thoughts left his brain in a whoosh.
Stolas was holding him tight but not enough to actually cause any damage, and when he moved his hand it wasn't to rip Blitzø's dick off, it was to stroke.
"The absolute audacity," Stolas said, jerking him off hard and fast. "And it's not even wet enough. I should let it hurt, you know that?"
There was a shuffling sound from the other side of the portal, and then Stolas' beak appeared in the hole and his tongue was licking up the length of him.
"Can't even show his face," Stolas was mumbling between licks. "I can't believe I'm actually indulging this. You sure are something, Blitzø."
Blitzø expected the way Stolas said his name to hurt. He'd heard his name hissed in disgust and derision by Barbie, Fizz, Verosika, hell almost every one he knew. He figured it'd hurt. But something about it coming from Stolas' mouth in that bitchy tone just sort of turned him on even more. He really was fucked in the head over this bird. He wanted his name in Stolas' mouth all the time – moaned, yelled, sobbed. Even like this, bitter and cold.
Stolas took him into his mouth, slurping and sucking, making a mess as though he was starved for it. Maybe he was. Maybe he missed Blitzø as much as Blitzø mi– Ow.
What the fuck.
Stolas' beak was scratching along the top of his dick in a way that hurt, but only really enough to be a little sexy. It was like Stolas didn't give a shit if he was hurting him or pleasuring him, and that was hot as hell. The idea that Stolas was so dick hungry for him that he only cared about his own enjoyment made Blitzø's blood burn.
Stolas played with him, tonguing him fast and hard, but not taking him in deep enough. It was a tease, and Blitzø knew it. Stolas was getting back at him. It was fucking working.
"Come on, come on Stolas. Suck it properly," Blitzø demanded, hoping that Stolas didn't hear the slight whine he couldn't stop from creeping into his voice.
Stolas pulled all the way off.
"Oh, you think you're in control here? You're dick is in my room and I'll do with it as I see fit. You'll be lucky if I even think about letting you come," Stolas said. Blitzø watched his mouth move hungrily. He wished he could see his whole pissy expression. He liked it when Stolas was pissed off it turned out.
"Fucking- ah!" Blitzø shouted as Stolas took him back into his mouth and pressed his beak down, almost like he was biting him.
Fuck, did that ever do it for him.
Stolas eased up, then took him into his throat, down down down, excruciatingly slowly. Feeling the head of his cock slide back along that wet tongue, deep into the tight wet heat of his throat nearly broke Blitzø.
He whined loudly this time, trying not to thrust. If he moved Stolas might pull off again. He couldn't have that. His hips ached with the urge to push forward into the slick heat of Stolas' mouth. To grab feathers and pull him down until his beak was pressed against his belly and Stolas gasped around it.
Stolas hummed, and Blitzø wished he had made the portal bigger, because he desperately wanted to touch Stolas, feel the soft strength of him as he let Blitzø touch him however he liked. Fuck, he wanted to stroke his face, press down on his own dick in Stolas' throat with his hand.
Instead he gripped his own thighs as Stolas tortured him with his throat, doing everything he knew drove Blitzø wild.
It was maddening to stare at the TV while Stolas was doing his best pornstar impression, sight unseen. Maddening to only be able to see Stolas' beak moving up and down his length, not his whole face.
Stolas didn't seem to care one way or another. He just sucked Blitzø's cock like he was dying for it, greedy, slow sucks that threatened to make Blitzø dizzy.
Then, just when Blitzø thought he might come, Stolas pulled off completely again.
Blitzø wasn't proud of the frustrated sound he made, but fuck he'd been close.
And Stolas knew it.
Damn bird.
"Oh just wait a moment, you greedy thing," Stolas chastised him. "You aren't the only one who gets to feel good here."
And then Stolas was moving, and the next thing Blitzø knew his cockhead was pushing against a soft, wet cunt.
Unholy fucking hell.
"Ah," he managed to say as Stolas pressed back in one slow sinuous motion, taking his dick into his wanting cunt. Blitzø leaned forward and grabbed the couch, squeezing tight right where his horns had ripped the upholstery over time.
Blitzø had never been more thankful that Stolas couldn't see his face, because he was so pussy whipped he was literally tearing up a little.
It was just… he'd missed this. He'd missed the feeling of Stolas' body. Missed hearing his voice.
And speaking of his voice…
"I don't care if you come," Stolas said, "so if you're going to do it, you'd better get it done before I finish."
Shit, why was Stolas so hot when he was mean? He was hot all the time, but especially right now.
"Maybe I'll come and leave you all fucking needy," Blitzø shot back. He wished he could see Stolas' face. Fuck, or even his body, beyond the glimpses of ass and cloaca he could catch through the portal.
"Oh, go ahead then," Stolas snapped. "You put your cock through a portal into my home, and expect me to please you, and I don't even get to get off? That's just like you isn't it?"
Blitzø bristled. That was not like him, fuck you very much. And he was going to prove it.
"You just can't handle the fact that I fuck you so good you see stars, bitch. I'm gonna make you come so hard you pass out," Blitzø growled back.
Stolas slammed his hips back, vicious and hard. Blitzø took it, chased it, pistoning his hips forward hard enough that his knees were shaking with each thrust.
"Promises, promises," Stolas snarled back, although it lost its edge with how hard he was breathing and how much moaning he was doing between words.
Fuck. Stolas was soaking wet. Velvety soft, hot and absolutely perfect.
What if this was the last time he ever let Blitzø fuck his tight pussy? What if this was the last time he ever saw Stolas, just his cunt through a portal?
Blitzø didn't want that, he realized with a creeping sense of horror. He couldn't have this be their last interaction. And if it was, well then he had to see more of Stolas. Needed to touch him better. Fuck him better.
He was rubbing the crystal before he even realized what he was doing, and the portal opened wider, wider. Wide enough for Blitzø to step through. Wide enough that Blitzø could grab Stolas' feathery hips, and see his body bent at the waist, his hands grasping the bed desperately as he was pounded.
Stolas was naked, his robe on the ground. He must have tossed it there at some point. Blitzø wondered if he'd lost it before blowing him. If he'd had Stolas' naked and on his knees for him and hadn't been able to see it.
"Oh, finally showing your, oh oh oh, your face?" Stolas somehow managed to get out despite the rough fucking he was getting. His head was turned almost all the way around to glare at him, but Blitzø didn't find that nearly as freaky as he used to.
In fact, now it was just kind of nice to see Stolas' face, even if he was snarling at him like he hated him.
"Come on baby, be sweet for me," Blitzø tried. "Aren't I giving you what you need?"
Stolas closed his eyes, a pained look on his face.
Blitzø slowed his movements, gentled his thrusts, and Stolas gasped slightly as he pressed in deep and slow.
"You…" Stolas turned his head back around, and pressed back against Blitzø's thrusts. Whatever he was going to say was lost to a moan.
Blitzø kept his hold on Stolas' hip with one hand, and pet down his spine with the other, smoothing his ruffled feathers. Stolas whimpered, so soft that Blitzø barely heard it.
"I've got you," Blitzø said, voice soft. "Let me take care of you."
"Please," Stolas whined. "Please. Fuck me, just like this. I'm so close Blitzø. Let me believe… just for a moment…"
Blitzø didn't ask him to explain. He fucked him slow, deep, hard, never taking his cock far out of Stolas' body. The contact between them felt magnified, like the boundaries between their hips had started to blur.
He ground forward, slipping his hand around Stolas' front to play with his clit. Stolas came with a broken sound,his cunt clenching in waves as familiar to Blitzø as the trigger of his gun under his finger. Easy. Meant to be.
"That's it. That's my bird," Blitzø muttered as he fucked him gently through it. "So good, Stolas. So good for me."
Stolas whimpered again, and clenched around Blitzø, rocking back and forth, his pussy fluttering and clenching as it coaxed an orgasm from him. Blitzø bit down on Stolas' side, hard enough to just barely break the skin, a trickle of blood in his mouth as he finished.
The taste of Stolas' blood was intoxicating. Satan, he wanted him so bad. Maybe they could go again. Maybe he could flip Stolas over, get on top of him and -
Stolas moved, letting Blitzø's cock slip from his warm body. The cold against his softening dick felt strangely poetic.
"Why did you do this?" Stolas asked, sounding so hurt it made Blitzø's chest ache. "Why is it that when I used to be desperately wanting you to stay, you never did, and now that I want space I can't shake you off?"
"Stols," Blitzø said, but Stolas shook his head.
"You shouldn't have come. I told you yesterday that I needed space," Stolas said, his tone brooking no argument.
Unfortunately, Blitzø loved to argue.
"Come on, Stolas. You said-"
"I've said a lot of things, Blitzø. But you don't appear to be listening to me," Stolas said, cutting him off. "Please just leave. I… I'll contact you when I'm ready."
"Fine," Blitzø said. "Fine. If you wanna suck off an incubus more than you want to talk to me that's fine."
"Suck off… what are you talking about?" Stolas asked, seeming genuinely confused.
Blitzø didn't care. Fuck, he didn't fucking care okay?
"Nevermind. Goodbye, Stolas," he said, and turned to step back through the portal.
As it closed behind him he noticed that Stolas didn't try to call him back.
Fine.
That was fine.
Whipping out his phone, Blitzø pulled up a listing for taxidermy owls. Fuck Stolas. Fuck him for making Blitzø feel… for making him feel.
Even the bite marks Blitzø had left would heal within the hour. Stolas didn't need him, didn't want him. In a few hundred years, he wouldn't even remember him.
Well he didn't need Stolas either, he thought as he purchased 100 of the stupid cute ass little owls.
He didn't need him at all.