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The first time it happened, Blitzø didn't really pay much attention.
They were just doing another one of their scenes. Stolas was dressed up as a schoolgirl (if those slutty little rectangle scraps of cloth could be considered clothes), while Blitzø was dressed as a professor. He'll never understand all of Stolas' interesting fetishes. But hey, if it means keeping the book, hell Blitzø would even dress up as a fucking horse if that's what Stolas wants.
"Who's a good girl," Blitzø growled into Stolas' neck as he pinned him down on the vanity in Stolas' bedroom. In response, Stolas only squirmed in his grasp as he struggled against Blitzø's body weight and grip.
Looking up into the mirror in front of him, Blitzø smirked widely as he saw white pupils form in Stolas' eyes as they widened, his beak hanging open in a gasp. Heh, this bird was too fucking easy.
"Um, B-Blitzø," Stolas gasped after what felt like an eternity, "the line is 'who's been a bad girl', it doesn't make sense for you to call me a good girl when my grades have been steadily dropping."
With a groan, Blitzø let go, running his hands down his face as he did. Welp, his boner was officially dead.
"Ugh, Stolas. How many times do I need to tell you? I can only remember so much of your looong scripts. Of course I'm going to mess up some lines birdbrain." Blitzø complained. "Fuck, now I'm not in the mood anymore. Is it ok if we do this some other time?"
"Oh! Um yes of course. I'm terribly sorry Blitzy I must have gotten carried away. Feel free to keep the book until the next full moon."
"Thanks," Blitzø replied flatly. And that was that.
*
The second time it happened, Blitzø is a little confused but he just brushes it off.
It was another full moon night, and Blitzø was actually feeling a little pumped about it. Business was doing great, his energy was at an all time high, and he was feeling a bit horny. So it's nice that today happened to fall on the full moon.
He was going to gag that scrawny bitch and fuck him hard till he cried.
Grunting as he climbed up the balcony, Blitzø heaved himself over the ornate railing. The doors were open, as usual. Dark lavender curtains were flowing in the gentle breeze as the glow from the moon seemed to shine down on the sight before him.
Stolas was already on top of the bed and laid on his side. He was wearing a sheer black dressing gown, that hugged him in all the right places and accentuated that thin, graceful waist. His ruby red eyes glimmered brightly as he stared at Blitzø, squinting slightly as the bird greeted him with a sultry smile.
"You're fucking beautiful," Blitzø blurted out before remembering the script. This time it was one that hit very close to home, with Stolas playing the prince stuck in an unsatisfying marriage. Blitzø was the commoner who rescued him from that. And Blitzø was pointedly trying not to think about how this felt very fucking familiar.
Stolas faltered for a second, his smile slipping before those lips turned upwards once more. "Why thank you Hugo, I must say you're rather generous with the compliments tonight."
And ok, that was fucking weird. As if Stolas didn't know he was the most beautiful creature in hell that Blitzø ever saw. Whatever that was, it wasn't going to stop him from plowing that feathery ass.
After some rough fucking, Blitzø was preening Stolas' back. He smoothed down and plucked out old feathers as he applied some oil onto Stolas' back. Blitzø would never say it out loud. Especially since this was just some transactional fucking. But Blitzø loved moments like these. Where Blitzø got to take care of Stolas in this way, and how he felt so needed. It didn't hurt that Stolas was really pretty to look at. Not to mention that under his princey exterior he was a huge fucking dork.
But all good things come to an end as Blitzø finished up his aftercare. He was packing up his bag when he heard a hoarse whisper.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Stolas asked as Blitzø froze in place. But before Blitzø could come up with a half assed excuse, soft, snoring hoots filled the room in his place.
A light pink dust settles on his face as he chuckles fondly at the sleeping bird. Tossing one last look at the sleeping figure, Blitzø shakes his head before jumping down the balcony.
That was weird, that couldn't have been the first time someone's called Stolas beautiful.
*
Stolas is losing his mind.
He doesn't know what he expected when he first propositioned Blitzø with their current arrangement. But he certainly wasn't expecting praise and compliments that strayed away from the scripts that Stolas would write out for them.
But whenever Blitzø would slip in a "you're doing great Stolas' or a 'that's it pretty bird' or even a 'fucking beautiful' in the middle of their sessions, it felt like his brain would short circuit. It was simply embarrassing how little praises or compliments were enough to have Stolas blushing and squeezing his thighs together. Except, it was like his inclination towards alcohol. Once he started, he couldn't stop. At least not until Stolas was left feeling lucid from the warm fuzzy feeling it gave him.
So Stolas said nothing, not wanting whatever this was to stop. Because even if it was said in the heat of the moment and there was a high possibility that Blitzø meant nothing by his comments, Stolas couldn't deny himself of the electrifying feeling every time it happened.
So he kept quiet, hoping Blitzø would never find out.
Except it got a lot harder once he started living with Blitzø after the trial. It wasn't as if he planned on it, but it felt as if this were another punishment added on to the one already doled out by Satan.
It wasn't that living with Blitzø were bad in anyway. No, it was amazing, domestic bliss that Stolas had only dreamed of.
But it was hard to ignore his not so subtle praise kink when Blitzø was unknowingly playing into it almost every day. It was the 'you're beautiful' or 'that's a good bird' thrown his way along with soft touches and quick kisses pressed into his neck. Fuck, not to mention the one time Blitzø actually called him a good boy while petting him on the head after finishing his meal after a depressive episode.
The pair hadn't had sex since their last falling out and after getting back together after the trial. Stolas had been too afraid too initiate, not wanting to rush into things and wanting Blitzø to have the choice of making the first move. But hells, what he wouldn't give for Blitzø to notice the torture he was putting Stolas through so he could put him out of his misery.
*
When Blitzø finally starts to catch on it feels like a miracle and curse at the same time.
It was some time after the trial, after almost dying and being saved by Stolas. After the realization that hey, Stolas loved him too, that this whole arrangement wasn't some shitty way to have kinky sex with no strings attached.
Things between them also changed a lot after that. Especially now that they were living together. For fucks sake, of course Blitzø was going to bring him in. Not like he was going to fucking leave Stolas out on the streets after risking his life for him.
It's just, Blitzø seemed to underestimate exactly how little Stolas knew about domestic living. But that's alright. Loona also struggled a bit when she first got adopted. But all it took was some time and positive reinforcement and now look at her. She was a grown, independent hell hound. Blitzø could almost cry.
Sooo, he just needed to be that for Stolas. No biggie. After all how hard could it be?
It was very very, very hard. Stolas burnt toast. He would wash spoons at the wrong angle and water would spray fucking everywhere. Not to mention it took him five hours to pick up some pancake mix from the grocery store because he got lost in the aisles and couldn't figure out how the self checkout worked.
But over time it got easier.
Now the toast would only be slightly charred and he was actually starting to become a half decent cook. Currently Stolas was making some pancakes for breakfast, the warm, sweet smell wafted in the apartment.
Blitzø stifled a yawn as he sat up from his mat on the ground, noticing that Loona had already left for the day, off to hang out with her friends. Blinking slowly as he stood up and scratched his side, his eyes landed on the bird across the room. Stolas seemed to have just woken up as well, if the mussed up feathers on his head were any indication. He had a pink frilly apron on, one that he had picked out for himself when Blitzø took him out shopping. Stolas was also humming under his breath as he flipped some pancakes, and Blitzø couldn't help but smile at the sight.
He makes his way over to hug his boyfriend from behind, pressing a soft kiss into his back. Stolas chirps in greeting before focusing back on the stove.
"I wasn't expecting to wake up to see you cooking pretty bird," Blitzø said softly before joking, "aren't you a good boy."
At that Stolas freezes and tenses in his grip. Just as Blitzø opens his mouth to ask what's wrong, he feels Stolas shudder in his grip, and he can feel the bird bringing his legs closer together.
Now, Blitzø may not be the biggest morning person, but even he can feel the gears turning in his head as he takes in what just happened.
Did he accidentally offend him? No, Stolas usually gets more sullen then that if that were the case. Keeping an arm around his hip as Blitzø moves to Stolas' side, he peers up to get a closer look at the bird's expression.
Stolas' face was flushed a light tinge of pink, and his eyes were looking pointedly at the pan in front of him, even though there was nothing in it. He was also squeezing his legs together, which Stolas usually does only when he's getting horny -
Wait a moment.
With a wicked grin on his face, Blitzø decides to test out the theory forming in his head.
"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are in the morning Stols?"
Stolas chokes on nothing as he sputters, his face growing even redder. Blitzø drinks in the way those red eyes widen, making him look like prey for Blitzø to devour. And fucking devour he would. Blitzø had been holding back from initiating any kind of sexy times ever since they got back together. He wasn't sure if Stolas was ready for that, and he definitely didn't want to push since he was in such a low state. But seeing him now in such an affected state gave Blitzø the courage to make his move.
"O-oh, well I'm sure you've mentioned it before, there's no need to get into that now," Stolas said flippantly, looking anywhere but at Blitzø.
"Oh really?," Blitzø hopped up on the counter grab Stolas' face in his hands, drawing him in close, "because I don't really remember any of that. Let me make that up to you."
"Oh Blitzy really it's no big deal, should we get started on breakfast the pancakes will get cold." Stolas stammered as those wide red eyes made eye contact with his. Got him.
"Not before I talk about what a great boyfriend I have," Blitzø chuckles fondly as he hears Stolas groan. Blitzø presses a quick kiss on his cheek before he starts.
"He's the most beautiful," smooch, "handsome," smooch, "kindest birdy I've ever met." Smooch. "Not to mention he woke up just to make us breakfast, aren't you just a good boy, pretty bird."
A chaste kiss is pressed into Stolas' lips at the last sentence. Just as Blitzø is about to pull away, he's pulled back in as Stolas grips onto his shirt to deepen the kiss. He swipes a tongue along Stolas' bottom lip, before pulling away.
"You like that don't you," Blitzø smirks as he rubs circles into his boyfriend's cheeks. "Somebody's got a little praise kink." Blitzø sing songs, wanting to confirm it just to be clear.
"Yes," Stolas breathed as he blinked rapidly, his white pupils blown as he stared at Blitzø. "Yes I do."
Blitzø hums, feeling his cock twitch in interest. "You're so affected by this, I would have thought you heard crap like this all the time."
"Ah well, it seems that you are the lucky winner in that category Blitzø," Stolas said softly, looking away. "You're the first one who has ever called me beautiful."
Well that just seems fucking wrong, Blitzø thinks, and he says such to Stolas, who just laughs in that self deprecating tone. It makes him want to crush anyone who dared to call Stolas anything but beautiful.
"Well everyone else can go suck a dick," Blitzø said sharply. "If they can't see that you're the most beautiful person in the room they can go fuck themselves."
Stolas just hoots as he giggles, and Blitzø tries his best to record that sound in his memory. "Would that mean that I would need to 'go suck a dick' then?" Stolas said in between giggles. "I'm afraid I don't agree with you when you call me beautiful, as much as it excites me."
Bringing Stolas' face in closer Blitzø kisses all over that heart shaped face. "Yeah looks like you'll have to suck my dick, sorry don't make the rules," Blitzø said fondly, "only if you want to that is. I know it's been awhile so we can take it slow."
"I'd love that a lot Blitzø."
*
Stolas was losing his mind once again.
They were currently on the couch, Stolas lying down on his back, and Blitzø was on his knees in between his legs. Blitzø was taking his time eating him out, and every languid lick up his cloaca was driving him crazy. The only sounds that filled the room was a soft slurping sound along with Stolas' moans, and he didn't know how much longer he could take this torture.
"Blitzy," he whined. "Please, I can't take it, I need you, please."
But of course Blitzø is cruel, as he only chuckles before licking and sucking with more fervor. Stolas feels that long, spiked tongue slip in deep, but not deep enough. He needs more. He thinks he hears his lover mutter a "you have me", but Stolas can't focus on anything else but the feelings of pleasure building in his gut.
Stolas is close and he knows that Blitzø knows, because he starts eating him out as if it were the last thing he'd ever get to do. All he can do is tighten his thighs around his head, grinding his hips into Blitzø's face. It's over once Blitzø closes his mouth around that little nub of sensitive nerves and sucks, Stolas' orgasm taking him by surprise.
"Blitzø I'm c-coming!" Stolas moaned, his back arching off the couch as waves of pleasure rolled over him. After the peak of his orgasm wore off, Stolas fell back on the couch, breathless as his chest rose up and down.
Blitzø comes up to greet him with a scorching kiss, and Stolas can taste his own fluids on Blitzø's tongue. Squeezing his arm, Blitzø pulls away, panting as he says, "You ready for round two, pretty bird?"
Oh sweet Lucifer would Blitzø be the death of him.
*
Blitzø was taking in the sight before him.
Stolas, with his sleep shirt pushed up all the way to his chest, his feathers in disarray as his legs lay parted open. He looked an absolute mess. Yet somehow he was the most breathtaking sight that Blitzø has ever laid his eyes on. Fuck Stella. Except ew. But fuck Stella for ever making Stolas feel like he wasn't attractive, for tearing him down all those years.
This just meant he had a new secret mission: Operation Make Stolas Feel Loved and Beautiful.
Now was a perfect time as any to start this important mission.
*
"You ready my pretty bird?" Blitzø asked as Stolas watched him stroke his dick. "I'll go slow."
Stolas' breath hitched as he nodded, and Blitzø reached under the seat cushion for that bottle of lube they keep stashed. Clicking the bottle open Blitzø spreads a generous amount of lube on his length, squeezing at the base before he presses in slowly. The pair both let out a low moan at the sensation, and Stolas brings his legs up to wrap around Blitzø's back.
"Look at you," Blitzø moaned as he gripped Stolas' hips tightly. "You're so fucking hot Stols, being so good for me, taking all of my cock."
His grip on Stolas' hips only grows tighter as a deep red blush covers that heart shaped face. Stolas' white pupils also roll back as he lets out a choked moan. Feeling drunk off the pleasure, Stolas feels Blitzø start to thrust, and he doesn't stop talking as he does.
"Fuck pretty bird you take my cock so well," Blitzø groaned as he thrusted at a leisurely pace. At a particularly sharp thrust that hit that sweet spot that always had Stolas feeling dizzy, he whines as his hands come up to hold on to Blitzø's horns. "You'll be a good bird won't you? Just fucking look at you, like you were made to be fucked."
Stolas drools at that because wouldn't that be a dream. To do nothing else but service Blitzø, taking that big, red, dick in all sorts of different ways. A clawed hand reaches up to his chest clutch onto dark blue feathers as another hard thrust meets his hips. Stolas covers his mouth with his hands to muffle the desperate moans tumbling out of his mouth.
Tutting, Blitzø pulls his hands away from his face. "Nuh uh, pretty bird, let me hear how good you feel," another well timed thrust hits that bundle of nerves that has Stolas screaming as tears form in the corner of his eyes.
"That's it, Stols, such a good bird for me hm? So fucking beautiful, I love you so. fucking. much." Each word is accentuated with a thrust and all too soon Stolas is tumbling over the edge with a shout. Blitzø follows shortly after, and Stolas can feel his length twitching as hot cum shoots inside of him.
They laid there like that for who knows how long. All Stolas knows is that he never wants to let go, to never let go of this feeling of feeling so loved that his heart felt like bursting. He never imagined it for himself, that someone would be able to not only receive Stolas' love, but to also reciprocate it. It's a warm feeling that Stolas hopes never fades away.
"I love you Blitzø," Stolas said softly, his eyes fluttering open and shut as he vaguely felt his lover move around to clean him up.
"Love you too, pretty bird."
*
Smiling softly down at his sleeping lover, Blitzø brushes away stray feathers falling down into Stolas' eyes.
Operation Make Stolas Feel Loved and Beautiful: Success.