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“Uuuunhhhh… Stols, pleaseeeee…”
“Please what, darling? What is it you want me to do to you?”
Blitzø writhes bonelessly in Stolas’s loose grasp, his hips pinned between two silvery thighs and his arms spread up and out, gently held down by wispy rings of amaranth magic against the silken bedsheets.
Stolas has one hand on the crest of Blitzø’s chest, tracing a figure-of-eight over his pects and coming tantalisingly close to his nipples. His other hand is at Blitzø’s crotch, stroking a whisper-light rhythm up and down his mighty, trembling cock; close enough for Stolas to thumb at his own entrance as well to sate his own need.
Blitzø’s eyes are half-closed, rolling back; a shiny little trail of drool runs down from the corner of his mouth. All his self-control has been relinquished, and the noises emanating from his mouth are absolutely exquisite.
“Mmmmnmmn… I want, I waaaaant… ”
“Go on…” Stolas coos, slowing the pace of his talons to a near-standstill.
Blitzø opens his eyes and tries to glare up at his Goetia lover. Key word: tries. With his face flushed and his mouth slack, the overall effect is less intimidating and more pathetic, begging.
“Fuck…nnnnnnnh…”
“More specific, dear.” Stolas tweaks a nipple; balances the sharpened point of a talon right on the head of his Blitzy’s dick, tries to coax an answer out of his lover with the harsher, rougher sort of pleasure.
“Aaah- aaaaahnnn - ”
That’s not very specific at all.
Ah well, there are other tools in his repertoire to get an answer out of his darling.
Stolas stops entirely. He pulls his hands away from Blitzø, off his chest and off his cock, and in the privacy of his mind and heart he revels in the way the love of his life automatically pulls towards him, seeking his touch, seeking him.
“...mmh nnnooo , don’t - don’t stop asshoooole…”
“Well, if you can’t decide what you want, then I’ll give you a choice,” Stolas says, prim and haughty. “One or the other. We can focus up here…” he thumbs a circle over Blitzø’s left nipple, and his boyfriend gasps, “...or down here…” his touch moves down to glide oh-so-delicately around the base of Blitzø’s dick.
Blitzø pants, chest heaving and cock twitching for a few moments from the sheer desire that Stolas can feel thrumming up through his talon, so strong it makes his cloaca clench and throb . It takes a small eternity for his imp to compose himself enough to speak. “My dick, my dick, need my - hnnhnhhhh…”
“What’s the magic word again?”
A gloriously frustrated groan. “Please, please fuckmydick pleaseeeeeeee… ”
“Very well,” Stolas lets a sly smirk cross his face, a nefarious plan already crystalized in his mind.
He cups Blitzø’s balls one last time… then swipes both hands all the way up his Adonis belt, up his torso, up to his chest; and he goes in with zeal. He massages those wonderful pects, his talons leaving little fading salmon-hued lines everywhere they go… oh and he can’t forget to circle, then tweak his imp's nipples with his thumbs.
He’s not surprised that Blitzø objects. "Mmmnnnnnnh –wha-the-fuuuck Stols, I said - “
“Ah-ah-ah-ah!” Stolas tuts, chuckling roguishly. “You may know what you want, Blitzy, but I think drawing out this pleasure is what you need, mmm? I don’t think you should cum just yet…” He drops his voice an octave, inflicting it with an eldritch growl of all the unholy passions in the universe.
“...Save it for me .”
Blitzø goes silent and meek, staring up at Stolas with sudden clarity in his eyes. He gulps. His dick twitches.
Then he nods, shakily, and throws his head back, surrendering himself again to Stolas’s magic ministrations once more.
And Stolas eases himself back into a steady rhythm; massaging his lover’s chest with lustful verve. He rocks forwards on his heels, forward enough so that Blitzø’s cock barely brushes the inside of his thigh like a phantom; he lets out a little gasp at the sensation. He doesn’t need to watch, for he feels the bowstring tautness in Blitzø’s very being; in his erection, through his wrists, through the magic bindings holding him to the bed. He feels his darling’s pleasure build, and he knows when to pull his touch back back from his imp’s erogenous zones, let the impending orgasm plateau out then fall away, before resuming the crescendo again.
“Hnnnhnhnhngh–”
“That’s it… that’s it,” Stolas breathes out, with an air of satisfaction as he takes a nipple and gently rolls it between two talons. He wiggles his hips teasingly; and the wet tip of Blitzø’s dick paints a slick little brushstroke of shiny precum on his thigh feathers.
Blitzø’s left leg starts to flail and spasm. Stolas shifts his weight over, so he’s sitting astride the imp’s thigh, and he presses his hips forward and down until firm skin and taut muscle strokes the rim of his cloaca; Blitzø’s slow squirming and quivering lust makes his core throb.
“Oh, yes.” he gasps wickedly, grasping at Blitzø’s chest; talons squeezing muscle and digging into flesh and drawing little obsidian beads of blood . “Yes. Aah - yes!”
“Hnnnnnhh – Stol- Stols –”
“Yes , Blitzy!”
“Stol– aaAh- ahh - Stolas – unnhnh – please – ple-heASE –!”
His voice breaks, stutters, begs as Stolas lifts his thigh away from his crotch again.
“Not yet, my darling… just a little further, we’re almost there...”
“Mmm-hnh- hhnuhh–”
It’s almost a sob, so desperate and wanting that Stolas has to give in a little; he drags his thigh in a circle against the head of Blitzø's cock. He moans, and Blitzø keens.
Time is lost to both of them.
“Ohhhh –”
“-nnnnAAA-”
“Aahh –”
“-aaehhnn – HHhhH–”
“Yes, ohh-hhH!–”
“-mnnnaAaaah-haah-”
Then the imp’s body goes limp and boneless (well, not quite boneless.) His eyes roll back, his breath hitches and loses its rhythm - and his cock pulses harder than ever. All his energy, all his focus, has gone to his crotch; his conscious self has gone to another space entirely.
Stolas knows it’s time.
"There we go,” he soothes. And he eases himself off Blitzø’s leg and down onto his dick, straddling him properly, taking his girth and length and sighing as it fills him.
“ Haaaa- AAAAAhgh!” Blitzø says, guttural and heady and oh so close.
Stolas leans forward and down, feathery chest pressing against Blitzø’s, his downy floof fluffing against his nipples. He leans down until his face is level with Blitzø’s, and he kisses him, and his love is almost too gone to do anything more than groan and growl into Stolas’s beak.
He thrusts, slowly, grinding his hips up, then down, and clenching as he reaches the bottom; the angle of their bodies drags Blitzø’s dick against the walls of his cloaca just the right way and his lips press against Blitzø’s testes, and an inferno like a newborn star starts blazing below his stomach and between his legs.
“Hnmmhnnnh…aaauuhhh…ahhhh-hhh-hhHH-HHH-HHHHH–”
Primed and pent-up as he is, it doesn’t take more than a minute for Blitzø to cum.
“gnnNAAAAHH- AAAAH-aaAHHNnmmn-!”
What a beautiful thing to behold. That delicious noise. Being filled up from inside, the base of Blitzø’s cock shoving up against his clit as his hips jut and buck up and down, Blitzø’s arms tugging at the magic bonds that are now violet, nearly fully blue with carnality that would make Asmodeus proud; his back arching and lithe chest thrusting forward. Eyes closed, teeth clashing with Stolas’s beak as his mouth opens with his orgasmic scream, creases and lines and sparkling sweat adorning his face and accenting the juxtaposition between red skin and white burn scars…
Beautiful.
He is beautiful.
And Stolas reaches his own climax.
He feels his core come undone as he gushes, and he moans a satisfied moan that’s halfway to a screech; he breaks the kiss and throws his head back, and Blitzø cries out again, reaching for the Goetia's slender waist as their cum mingles and trickles back down his cock. Both their hips twitch and rock and thrust in time with each throb of utmost carnal delight.
They ride their crest together; ride it like a breaking wave as it surges down and runs, gradually slowing, all the way to shore. Blitzø’s cock pumps out one last spurt of cum, and the blazing heat in Stolas’s core disperses evenly throughout his body.
“Aah…ahaaaaah,” Blitzø gasps, dripping with sweat and shivering almost feverishly. His eyes glisten, then clear, as full awareness returns to him.
Stolas lifts his spell, frees his lover from the magical restraints. He lifts himself off of Blitzø’s subsiding cock, and eases himself back down to the silken sheets beside his precious imp. He casts his hands over the little pinprick-punctures dotted around his pects, casts a warm red aura to both heal them and clean away the dots of blood, while his precious boyfriend attempts to scrub away the drool around his mouth with a shaky forearm.
“Was that good for you, darling?”
“ ...haaah …you’re… hhh …you’re a dick, y’know… y’know that…?”
Stolas titters. “How can I be, when I don’t have one?”
Blitzø sulks, rolls over with a groan and plants his face in the pillow. “Not… looking at you… mmnnnnfh…”
“Oh, darling, don’t say you didn’t enjoy it?” The Goetia giggles, and he massages Blitzø’s shoulders as he does. He knows this isn’t a true complaint; he knows his Blitzy too well by now; for he is still here in his bed, still flushed and stertorous and as weak as a kitten from being treated so tonight, and the corners of his mouth twitch with a smile peeking through decades-old walls that are steadily being taken down brick by brick.
“.,.yeah, yeah," the imp grumbles good-naturedly.
“Awww,” Stolas croons in his best baby voice, “do you forgive me?”
His lover's smile blooms with playful, unguarded affection “I forgive you,” Blitzø murmurs, turning over again to accept the gentle kiss on his forehead. "You top good, y'know that?"
“Thank you, Blitz.”
“Thank me with some sleep now, how ‘bout that,” Blitzø curls up, cat-like, wrapping his tail around himself in a nest of mussed-up sheets.."Wore me - hhh - out with all that fucking waiting." He closes his eyes.
But sleep - so soon - does not go with Stolas’s plans, nor does it sit well with the resurgence of that spark of desire inside him.
“Why? We’re not done.”
Blitzø's head shoots back up, eyes wide, and he gulps as the Goetia flips him over with his sharp-taloned foot and holds him to the bed once more.
“You’ve had your turn, my beloved,” Stolas croons, turning around and flicking up his tail feathers, giving his lover an eyeful of ass and still-wet cloaca. “I think it should only be fair to return the favour.”
Red and black, flecked with streaks of lustful blue, flickers at the edge of his vision as he casts an alluring glance over his shoulder, down at the handsome face and very skilful mouth & tongue he so desires to sit on. “Won’t you eat me out, Blitzy?”
And Blitzø whines again; pupils dilating, a flush rising on his cheeks, and a not-yet-spent hunger plain to see on his face.