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Blitzø could feel his body ache all over. The night on their full moon arrangement was a particularly rough night. Not that Blitzø didn't enjoy it—in fact, he was dangerously enjoying their arrangement and looked forward to it every month. The way they were rough with each other was something he thoroughly relished in. But, of course, one’s body can only take so much before ultimately leaving evidence of strain due to overexertion.
Practically smacking his phone to silence his alarm, Blitzø stretched his limbs with a quiet groan before rubbing his scarred face with the palms of his hands. It was seven in the morning and he had to be at work at eight. With the promise of being teleported to work the next day, Blitzø breached his usual routine of leaving the palace for the confines of his own run down apartment and stayed in bed with Stolas instead. Staying the night was never Blitzø’s thing, but Stolas had insisted and teleporting would save him time and gas; What could he say? He was frugal because he had to be.
Begrudgingly, he left the sleeping owl alone in bed before picking his clothes up from the floor and lazily trudging to the bathroom. He and Stolas ended their activities at the ass crack of dawn and he just didn’t have the energy to incorporate the usual pep in his step into his lazy route to the lavatory of the Goetian abode. He was already used to his way around here, given how often he was over. He had used Stolas’s bathroom multiple times to do his business, but this was his first time taking a shower.
It honestly felt so domestic. He couldn’t really wrap his head around why, but it felt so…. So fuzzy.
No, fucking scratch that. He was only here to satisfy the owl’s perverted needs and that was it. There was no room for thoughts such as that. Stolas only ever wanted him to have sex and that was that.
“I need to fucking shoot myself in the head,” Blitzø whispered to himself as he turned the shower on. “Too many fucking thoughts.”
He let the water cascade down his small frame, tilting his face upwards so the droplets would directly hit his skin. The cold sting of the morning air and mixed with the temperature of the water was enough to make his chest ache. Blitzø hated lingering in the shower because this meant that he’d opened a window for lengthy thoughts to occur.
His mind wandered off to the owl he left underneath the covers and the memory of the sound of his contented hooting while he slept. The Imp never really gave it a lot of thought until this very moment, but he loved that sound. It was such a small detail about Stolas, but Blitzø found himself revelling in it and wanting to continue hearing more of it. The feeling he felt as he fell asleep to the cacophony of Stolas’s slow breathing and small noises of comfort was simply divine and Blitzø really didn’t want to trade it for the world. Hell, every sound Stolas made was simply music to Blitzø’s ears because he just loved hearing Stolas talk, laugh, moan—everything. He absolutely relished in it all.
And the way the owl fucking felt underneath his fingertips. When they had sex, Stolas’s feathers were usually slickened with sweat or decorated with a mixture of Blitzø’s liquid pleasure, his own sticky fluids, lube, and other bodily secretions that were exchanged during their intercourse. But when they were finished? When Stolas finally has the liberty to bathe and preen himself? Christ on a stick, did his feathers feel like heaven. Blitzø always found himself wondering how it would feel to press his face against Stolas’s chest feathers; how it would feel to breathe in the tall avian with such intent that only held nothing but pleasure. Stolas always smelled so nice—even when disheveled from their nightly antics—and Blitzø wanted nothing more than to bathe himself in the owl’s magnificent aroma.
At first, Blitzø had intended to keep it purely physical; well, until now, that was still his intent. But thoughts like these made him explore the idea of him and Stolas being a thing and that scared Blitzø beyond belief.
Stolas was a prince and he was just a fucking Imp. And Stolas only wanted him for his dick. It would never work.
With a sigh, Blitzø let his quiet tears fall. It hurt; it really did. He hadn’t really let it sink in until now that he was garnering feelings for the Goetian. He didn’t even know that it was possible. He’d given up in love so long ago and the fact that he could feel himself slowly fall for the demon he least expected to do so felt so comical and ridiculous in his head.
But this wasn’t comical or ridiculous; this wasn’t fantasy. This was Blitzø’s tragic reality.
His tragic reality of falling for someone who he could never be with because he was simply a victim of circumstance.
Blitzø physically shook himself as though a cat to rid himself of the stressful thoughts before quickly lathering himself with the body wash that was perched upon the glass shelf in the corner of the shower. He didn’t know how long he’d stood there idly, but he knew that it was a long time and he had to get the fuck out if he didn’t want to be late for work.
After the shower, he dried himself and got dressed before exiting the bathroom. As soon as he stepped out, his eyes locked with the Owl’s crimson orbs. The bird immediately smiled, said crimson orbs turning into crescent moons.
Oh, holy shit, Stolas was going to be the fucking death of him.
“Good morning, Blitzy! I asked my helpers to procure breakfast for us. It should be here in a short while,” Stolas said, his voice smooth and gentle. “Why don’t you have a seat on the bed? We shall have breakfast in bed. You’ve still thirty minutes before you are required to report to your workplace.”
Blitzø couldn’t even bring himself to protest as his body instinctively moved to make his way back to the bed. And as if right on cue, one of Stolas’s butlers appeared with two trays of food in hand. “I specifically requested a heavy breakfast for you, Blitzy, seeing as you did not have dinner before appearing to fulfill your end of the arrangement. I do encourage you to give yourself proper sustenance as I’d rather not you end up overexerting yourself sans the energy source deemed necessary for your daily needs.”
The smaller demon simply nodded before digging into the food. It was good as always and Blitzø genuinely wanted to know what the fuck they put in this damned rich people food to make it taste so good. Not as good as Stolas’s cloaca, though.
He chuckled to himself at that.
“What’s funny, Dear?” Stolas inquired, head tilting to the side in curiosity.
“Nothing.”
Stolas simply left him to it. The majority of the breakfast was silent, with the occasional clinking of utensils being the only thing to break the silence once in a while, but it was a comfortable silence. Blitzø simply liked the feeling of having this moment with Stolas who seemed equally as happy.
Equally? But Stolas will only ever see him as his personal plaything.
Blitzø pinched the flesh in between his eyes in frustration and shoved the remainder of his food into his mouth before thanking Stolas for the meal and beginning to shove his feet into his shoes. He needed to get the fuck out of there before his stupid head conjured up any more stupid thoughts.
“You ready to go, Blitzy?” Stolas asked, now out of the bed as he tied his signature red robe shut.
“Yeah. Thanks again for breakfast and for letting me stay the night.”
Stolas hooted happily as he smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing, my Dear. Have you got everything?”
Blitzø looked around and began patting himself to check if anything was missing. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”
Stolas simply raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked as he opened the portal to Blitzø’s office.
Blitzø felt his breath hitch. Was the damn owl asking for a fucking kiss?
“Uh… No, I don’t think so.” Blitzø replied, his cheeks beginning to heat up.
“Oh, but I think you are forgetting something.” The owl asserted with a smug smile on his face as he leaned down towards Blitzø’s height.
Well, whatever. Blitzø told himself. You’ve him kissed multiple times already. Stop being a pussy because this isn’t anything new.
With a sigh, Blitzø leaned forward and placed a short kiss on Stolas’s beak, causing the avian to freeze up and and his cheeks to be dusted a light shade of pink. “There. Can I go now?”
“I-I-” Stolas stuttered, revealing Blitzø’s keys in the palm of his hands. “I meant the keys… The keys to your house, car, and office, Blitzy.”
It took every fiber of Blitzø’s being to not turn into a pile of liquid goop and flow away from Stolas in embarrassment. His chest bubbled with pure humiliation as he snatched his keys off of Stolas’s hand and gunned it for his office.
He watched Stolas’s bewildered face disappear along with the portal before he crashed onto his knees in complete shock.
“Holy… Oh my fucking Satan…. FUCK!” Blitzø exclaimed, slamming his fists onto the floor of his office.
Ping.
Blitzø opened his phone and saw that there was a text from Stolas. He sighed and opened it, fully expecting an angry text from Stolas, telling him to never pull that shit again because what they had was purely transactional.
Kiss me again the next time you take your leave, Blitzy.
Have a wonderful day ahead, Darling. Xx
Well, Christ on a stick, he was so fucking fucked. This owl was fucking with his fucking head and you know what? He liked it. He liked the owl and his antics very much. He’d let himself pretend that this wasn’t transactional and that Stolas actually liked his affection for a short while. He was going to pretend that they could actually be something real for just a short while.