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Stolas slumped onto the bed after one last satisfied groan, only slightly muffled by the ball gag in his beak.
"You good?" Blitzo asked.
Stolas snapped his fingers once but kept lying there, eyes still staring at nothing.
Blitzo sliced through the ropes holding his wrists together with a claw then took one hand, massaging Stolas' palm.
If he wasn't completely shit (just absolute shit at everything except ropes and pain and fucking), he'd tell Stolas how gorgeous he looked, how beautifully he'd writhe and pretend to struggle, how Blitzo was just absolutely awestruck by how Stolas could set his power aside and squirm as if any of this shit could actually hold him.
He kissed Stolas' knuckles before picking up his other hand.
Stolas would always wait for him to take off whatever he'd put on him, and it always made Blitzo's heart pound. Even when he was bubbly and bouncy after getting dominated and degraded, he'd still just wait. Blitzo'd thought of testing him to see how long he'd remain tied to the bed, but he never did--he was afraid to find out if he really could just leave Stolas restrained for as long as he wanted.
He moved further up the bed, stroking the longer feathers on Stolas' head. "You sure?" he asked.
Stolas' eyes drifted back to him, tears welling in the larger ones as he nodded.
What really made Blitzo useless was that he knew all the things he should say when Stolas went to this quiet place--all the praise that he deserved and that would make his feathers puff up just a bit. But Blitzo was the kind of worthless where he didn't know what to do, so he just kept petting Stolas for a moment before taking off the gag.
"Blitz," Stolas said--more of an acknowledgement that a question or a request.
(Or maybe that's just what Blitzo told himself. Merciless Satan, he fucking sucked. The second Stolas found a competent dom, he'd be thrown in the fucking trash)
"Blitzy..." Stolas was sitting up, reaching for him, tentatively kissing him.
Just wanting his favorite toy in a different way. Nothing more than that.
But that was all Blitzo was good for, so he held him and kissed him back, threading his claws through the feathers at the back of Stolas' head. Without even really thinking about it, he coaxed Stolas onto his back, kneeling between his long legs again.
When their eyes met between kisses, Stolas gave him another small nod.
"Okay," Blitzo said and placed another soft kiss on his beak before moving Stolas' hips, shifting them both down the bed, uncurling Stolas from the awkward shape he made trying to keep their mouths together while offering up his feathered ass again. He could--and had--fucked him like that, but it was a position for doing it hard and fast, not a position he wanted to keep Stolas in for very long, especially after a rough scene.
He sank into Stolas--slowly, just to savor every inch, even though his prince's snug, well-fucked hole was still ready for him.
Stolas wrapped his legs around him--so fucking tall that he could cross his knees over the small of Blitzo's back--rocking his hips in time with Blitzo's careful thrusts, his heavy moans from earlier in the night replaced with a soft, fragile coo.
(Just a transaction. Nothing more than once a month, on the night of the full moon, fucking Stolas however he wanted. Whether he wanted it hard and rough or soft and slow, it was just what they'd agreed to and nothing more)
Still thrusting, nice and steady, Blitzo lay down on top of Stolas, holding them together as they fucked, biting back a contented sigh of his own when he felt Stolas' arms over his back, his talons cradling the back of his head.
(And if Stolas sometimes wanted a cuddly toy instead of one that could play rough...still a plaything. Nothing else).
"Blitzy," Stolas pleaded, his legs tightening around Blitzo.
"You close?"
"Like that," said Stolas. "Just like that, Blitzy. Please..."
Blitzo rubbed his cheek against Stolas' chest (useless and pathetic, but what else could you expect from Blitzo Buckzo? Still a fucking clown, even if he could get a Great Prince of Hell to moan his name).
"Blitzy?"
"What?"
"Cum in me again? Please?"
Blitzo pressed himself against Stolas, still thrusting. He could say he was tapped out right now, that he just wanted to get Stolas off.
"I need you," said Stolas.
"Stolas, I don't know if you've noticed, but I am currently inside you right now."
"Please, Blitzy?"
How could he not obey?
That was the whole deal--a night of giving Stolas whatever he wanted in exchange for the book (a fucking bargain when it meant feeling feathers against his skin, Stolas surrounding him, his breathy voice asking for his cock).
He pushed himself back up, his rhythm only briefly faltering as he moved. "Show me," he said, knowing (feeling) that Stolas was at a point where he couldn't do anything other than give his genuine enjoyment.
Stolas got fucked oh-so-beautifully that Blitzo nearly blew his load just from the way he bit his lower beak and whimpered (and clenched--not quite cumming just yet, but very, very close, just a few more thrusts, just a little bit more friction at just the right pace).
"You want me to cum in you?" Blitzo asked.
"Yes!"
"You first...show me how much you like my dick."
He watched, waiting for Stolas' pupils to flare in his endless eyes, for that amazing moment of stillness right at the start of his orgasm. Blitzo grinned, just taking it all in, enjoying the sight and sound and feel of all of it, only bothering with his own pleasure because Stolas wanted it from him and because he could fuck another satisfied moan out of him as he finished.
"Oh, Blitz," Stolas sighed, his face still flushed, his white pupils still brighter than any of the stars he'd shown Blitzo. "Blitz, that was incredible."
"So...you good?" Blitzo asked, still crouched obediently between his legs, not wanting to move (not even willing to take his hands off Stolas' trembling thighs).
Stolas gave him the kind of smile that made it so fucking hard to believe he'd ever been untouched and unwanted. That fucking smile underneath his mussed feathers should've had all of Hell outside his door, begging to worship his delicious little hole. "Very good, darling." He reached down to stroke Blitzo's cheek, beckoning him closer with his talons and his smile. "How are you?"
Blitzo put his head on a feathered shoulder and let Stolas put an arm around him (just the next part of the transaction). "Well, my dick's covered in bird jizz, but other than that..."
Stolas giggled. Blitzo never realized how much he needed him to fucked silly and stupid until there were those times when Stolas was strangely quiet and subdued after a scene. "Poor Blitzy," Stolas cooed in one of his dumb little voices. "How very naughty of me to cum all over your nice red dick..."
"Yeah, well, Blitzy needs a minute before he punishes you for it."
Stolas hugged him tighter. "Okay."
Nothing ever really bothered Stolas. That was just another aspect of his power--to still be bright and shining even when some dark little cloud entered his life.
"Blitzy can have whatever he wants," said Stolas.
"Uh huh," said Blitzo. Because there were some things even Stolas couldn't (or in this case wouldn't) give him. But he could have this moment, where Stolas was giddy and cuddly and would just hold him, gently caressing him with his talons (at least until he remembered the real reason he put up with Blitzo).
He didn't realize he'd dozed off--and had been fucking purring like the sad, pathetic, lonely fucker he was--until he woke up with a start.
"Blitz?" Stolas asked, sounding half asleep himself.
"It's nothing," said Blitzo. Because it was--nothing more than what they'd agreed to (even if--Jesus Tapdancing Christ--he'd been clutching Stolas with his tail while he slept).
If he was smart, he would've left. Stolas couldn't argue that he hadn't gotten his One Night of Passionate Fornication for the month when his eyes were already closed again. And if he hadn't done his thing with the book yet, he could deal or come by the office (he'd probably be just as happy to have a real excuse for that).
But Blitzo was stupid. So fucking stupid he rubbed his cheek against Stolas' (as if his dumb little claim wouldn't get covered up by Stolas' preening oils in the morning, as if it even fucking mattered) and stroked his feathers, smiling at the dumb little hoot this produced.
"It's nothing," he said, adjusting the position of his tail around Stolas and lying back down in his arms. "Go back to sleep."