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Blitzø clammered over the back his couch before landing himself squarely into Stolas's lap and disrupting his reading.
"Hey, Stols! Wanna watch a movie with me?" He asked with a grin up at him. "Loonie's out with her friends for the night so we have the apartment to ourselves."
Stolas recovered from Blitzø's initial surprise landing and looked down at him, a small smile appearing on his face.
"That sounds like it could be fun." He closed his book and set it down. "What movie did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I have something good picked out for us; don't you worry your pretty little head." Blitzø gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up to fiddle with the television and his phone.
"What are you doing?" Stolas asked curiously.
"Hooking up my phone to the TV."
"Why? Do you not already have Voxflix on your television?"
"Stop asking questions. I know you'll like what I'm playing."
"So certain you know my tastes so well, Blitzø?" Stolas teased.
"I know certain tastes real good." Blitzø plopped himself back down on the couch next to Stolas with a mischievous grin. He then pressed play.
Stolas turned his attention to the television only for his eyes to widen when they fell upon the screen. He stared straight ahead, mouth falling slightly open but no words coming forth.
"Like it?" Blitzø asked, mouth at Stolas’s ear.
"I—" Stolas was cut off by a moan from his own mouth. "...This was not the type of movie I thought you meant."
"But you like it."
Blitzø's hand gripped Stolas's chin, making sure Stolas kept his eyes on the screen in front of him. Keeping his mouth at his ear and dropping his voice down an octave, he spoke again.
"Look at how much of a whore you are."
Stolas on the screen was stripped down and tied to an X-frame, ball gag in his mouth and a vibratior stuck snugly inside him. He struggled against his restraints, moaning loudly again. Evidence of previous orgasms dripped down the toy and was pooled in a small puddle on the floor under him.
The on screen Blitzø was wearing a harness and idly curling a leather whip around his hand, cock throbbingly hard and leaking persistently.
"My, do you look sexy like that." Stolas breathed out. He could feel heat rising and flooding throughout his body, face burning as he watched.
Blitzø regarded him with a sadistic glint in his eyes as Stolas writhed from the buzzing inside him. He gave him a perverse smile before he drew back his arm and sent the whip hurling forward which snapped loudly as it came in contact with Stolas's skin. Stolas let out a muffled cry, tears running down his cheeks, streaking more mascara down his already stained face.
"Look how beautiful you are when you cry." Blitzø's slid his hand down from Stolas's chin to his neck, fingers curling around his throat. A smirk tugged at his lips when he felt Stolas swallow hard.
Stolas could feel himself grow wetter, the sounds of the whip echoing in his head. His legs parted unthinkingly, and Blitzø's other hand settled between them, teasing and prodding him through the fabric.
"So pretty for me. You know how much I love it when you're in agony." Blitzø grinned menacingly as he grabbed Stolas's chin, roughly digging his fingers into his cheeks as he forced him to look him in the eye.
Stolas looked at him through watery eyes, which watered even more when Blitzø tightened his grip on his face, sinking his claws into his skin.
Without breaking eye contact, Blitzø reached down and took a hold of the vibrator stuffed inside him. He angled it to hit some of his sweeter spots and pumped it in and out of his cloaca, drawing a moan of tortured pleasure from Stolas as he wrestled the ropes to try to evade the overstimulation.
"That's right, sing for me, Bitch."
"Take off your pants." Blitzø ordered, and Stolas complied, pulling them off and letting them fall to the floor before spreading his legs further and slouching down slightly to allow Blitzø to touch him more easily.
With the hand not at Stolas's neck, Blitzø immediately found his target, tapping his finger against the rim of his entrance and smirking at the sticky strands that would follow it when lifted.
"You gonna be good for me, Stolas?" He asked as he teasingly pumped his finger inside him, only up to his first knuckle.
Stolas nodded.
"Then you better not cum until I tell you to." Blitzø replied. "If you do, you don't get my cock. Not in here." Fingers from one hand were shoved into his mouth. "And not in here." Fingers from his other hand plunged deep into Stolas's wet and wanting cloaca.
"Think you could handle more, Crybaby?" The on screen Blitzø mocked with faux sympathy and a teasing sneer.
One snap from Stolas.
"Then you asked for this." Blitzø cranked the vibrator up to it's highest setting, causing Stolas's eyes to go wide and body to jolt. His yells were muffled by his gag.
Blitzø just grinned and took a step back to watch him fight against the intensity.
"What's the matter? Thought you said you could handle more?" He smoothly slid the whip through his hands before rearing it back to send flying back forward to hit Stolas with a loud crack.
Stolas sobbed.
Blitzø's fingers pistoned in and out of Stolas's cloaca, and his hand returned to his throat. He strained hard against the fabric of his pants as soft noise after soft noise fell from Stolas's mouth.
"Mind giving me a helping hand?" Blitzø asked as he kept up his movements.
Stolas pulled his attention from the screen temporarily in order to unfasten Blitzø's pants and free his erection.
Blitzø momentarily removed his fingers from inside Stolas to take hold of the owl's hand. He brought it between Stolas's legs and pressed them inside his cloaca to coat them in precum.
"Get 'em nice and wet." Blitzø told him.
Stolas made sure they were sufficiently covered in his wetness before he removed them and reached over to use his slick to lube up Blitzø's cock. When he felt Blitzø's fingers slip back inside him, he started to stroke him, trying to sync his movements with the pumping fingers inside him as he turned his attention back to the screen.
Stolas’s body thrashed as another orgasm tore through his body, only working to make him feel like even more of a live wire than he already was as the overstimulation increased. Despite the gag in his mouth, it was clear that he was begging and pleading for a break in the torment.
"Oh, you poor sweet thing." Blitzø cooed condenseingly.
Blitzø twitched in Stolas's hand as what he was watching sent a renewed wave of heat through his body.
"It's so cute when you beg for mercy. As if I'd give you any." Blitzø's hand tightened around Stolas's throat, enough to teeter on the edge of barely allowing him to breathe.
Another loud snap of the whip and cry from Stolas as it hit his abused and sensitive skin.
"Cum one more time for me. Then maybe I'll let you down."
Stolas's body writhed against his restraints as he fought against the overwhelming sensations, his nerves burning. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, and he choked out a strained and strangled noise as Blitzø struck him again, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through him.
Blitzø had three fingers inside of Stolas, rapidly fucking into him as Stolas continued to pump his cock in hand to the best of his ability as he was finding hard to focus on doing so as he got lost in the video on screen and the pleasure coursing through him.
"Blitzø. I don't know if I can last much longer like this." Stolas managed out.
"You know what happens if you cum."
"Blitzy, please." He begged.
Stolas fought against the feeling, desperately on edge, but quickly felt himself starting to slip over anyway. He made a choked, panicked noise— If he came now that would mean he was going to lose out on getting Blitzø's cock.
Blitzø, knowing that it was basically an inevitability at this point and not actually wanting to deprive Stolas and himself of a full on fucking, told him,
"Okay. You can cum."
Blitzø's go ahead wasn't a moment too soon, Stolas hitting orgasm basically as he said it. Stolas cried out in relief, coating Blitzø's fingers in his release.
"Good boy." Blitzø commended.
He pulled his fingers free and held them up to Stolas’s mouth. Without needing to say a single word, Stolas dutifully licked them clean for him.
"Now get undressed." Blitzø told him.
Stolas pulled his shirt off, and Blitzø rid himself of his entire outfit before pulling Stolas into a short kiss. When they broke away, with a sexy little look on his face, Stolas asked,
"How do you want me?"
"In my lap. Facing forward."
Stolas didn't hesistate and quickly hovered over his lap, and Blitzø guided him to sink down on his dick, lip catching under his teeth as the tight heat encompassed him.
"Just like that." Blitzø breathed as Stolas fully seated himself.
"Oooh, does your cock feel amazing." Stolas moaned out softly.
Blitzø gripped onto his hips, lifting them slightly before bringing him down flush in his lap.
Stolas braced a hand on either side of him, raising himself up before dropping back down, feeling Blitzø slide in and out of him in long slow strokes.
Blitzø grinned lazily as Stolas took control and tucked his hands behind his head, watching the screen as Stolas fucked himself on his dick.
Stolas hung limp against the ropes, body exhausted and completely spent. Angry lash marks seeped lines of black blood into his feathers where Blitzø had broken skin, and a few tears rolled silently down his cheeks.
Blitzø had clicked off the vibrator and removed it from him before untying him from the frame. He caught Stolas when he collapsed forward into him and steadied him.
"Don't think we're done, Pretty Bird. I still need to cum."
He gently guided Stolas down to the floor and onto his knees.
"But don't worry, you don't have to do anything but keep taking it for me." He placed a kiss to his beak. "Unless you need to tap out?"
Stolas shook his head.
"What a trooper." He placed another kiss to his forehead before going to switch out his ball gag for a spider one.
Stolas ground himself down against Blitzø, circling his hips as he rode him. He moved at a steady pace, small sounds slipping past his beak every now and then.
"What an obedient little bitch, letting me do whatever I want to you. You're always such a good slut for me." Blitzø praised.
"I love it when you use me." Stolas breathed out before squeezing purposely around Blitzø's cock, drawing a quiet moan from his lips.
Blitzø held the back of Stolas's head and used it as leverage as he fucked into his mouth, giving him little encouraging praises as he did.
Stolas's eyes were unfocused and glazed over as he gazed up at Blitzø while he allowed him to use his mouth. They watered when he held his head all the way down, Stolas’s beak pressed up against his abdomen.
"Look at that face. So out of it. No thoughts left in that pretty little head of yours." Blitzø lauded in a sweet, pleased tone, stroking his head feathers gently with the hand not currently forcing his head down before going back to thrusting into him.
Strands of drool dripped from Stolas's forcedly opened mouth, dropping onto his chest plumage and coating Blitzø's balls as his cock slammed against the back of his throat repeatedly.
"Does your mouth feel empty watching me stuff my cock in it on screen?" Blitzø cooed in faux sympathy before letting a devious grin break out. "Open up." He commanded.
Stolas happily did as he was asked and opened his mouth for him, and Blitzø shoved the spade of his tail into it.
"Suck."
Stolas obediently complied, sealing his mouth around him with an appreciative moan and sucking as he rubbed his tongue against the spade.
"Mmm. Yeah, thought so." Blitzø stated smugly. "Now move faster."
Stolas sped up the rhythm of his movements, practically bouncing in his lap, and Blitzø groaned, pleased.
As he was approaching orgasm, Blitzø pulled out and took himself in hand. He pointed his cock towards Stolas and stroked himself to completion.
Stolas jutted out his tongue almost unthinkingly, catching some of his release as lines of cum spurted out over his face.
"That's my good boy." Blitzø praised as he smiled down at the man coated in his cum, rubbing his dick against his face and smearing his release into his feathers to make him an even bigger mess.
Stolas whined softly at the image of him on the screen. He was a ruin of cum, spit, tears, and blood, absolutely wrecked. A beautiful painting of Blitzø's doing that caused a renewed rush of arousal to flood his body.
Blitzø's pupils were completely blown as he watched the recorded version of himself maneuver Stolas’s body to show off his masterpiece. A groan of sadistic pleasure caught in his throat as he took it all in.
Blitzø gently pressed Stolas’s head down to the floor, keeping his ass up to examine his nicely stretched and abused cloaca. He rubbed a thumb over the swollen skin which drew a whine from Stolas.
"So beautifully ruined."
Cum dripped from his hole, and Blitzø leaned in, easily sliding his tongue inside him to lap against his walls.
An absolutely pathetic noise came out of Stolas when he did, the prince sounding completely broken. Even the gentle movements of Blitzø's tongue felt painfully overstimulating to his overly sensitive skin, but he was too spent to do anything other than let it happen.
Blitzø smiled and kept at it, cleaning him out and enjoying the taste of Stolas's climaxes he did.
The pained, defeated noises from the on screen Stolas were enough to push Blitzø over the edge into his orgasm. He gripped onto Stolas's hips, claws digging in, and slammed him down on his lap, holding him there as he spilled out deep inside him with a moan.
Stolas gasped as he did, causing Blitzø's tail to slip from his mouth. He arched his back as he leaned back into him, soaking in the feeling of Blitzø filling him.
"Oh, Blitzy!"
Blitzø huffed slightly as he slowly came down then he reached up to grab a handful of head feathers and used that purchase to force Stolas's head down and body forward.
"Hands on the floor."
Stolas folded himself in half, palms on the ground bracing his upper body as he was bent over the couch.
Blitzø scooted closer to the edge of the sofa and grabbed him by the hips. Lifting them up some, he started roughly fucking into him at a quick pace. After every couple thrusts, he'd land a hard smack to his ass.
Sound after sound was knocked out of Stolas as Blitzø slammed into him over and over. His body started to tense, arms starting to shake as the pleasure built close to its peak.
Noticing this, Blitzø asked, "Close?"
Stolas nodded.
"Look at me. I wanna see your face."
Stolas turned his head around to look at him, locking his gaze to Blitzø's.
Blitzø kept his eyes on his face and gave him a dissolute look before yanking his tail feathers hard enough to send Stolas over the edge. He watched as his flushed expression twisted in pleasure, mouth falling open as he moaned out Blitzø's name as he came around his cock.
Once Stolas caught his breath, Blitzø helped him back up but kept him sat in his lap for the time being, enjoying just being snugly inside his tight heat.
They both turned their attention back to the screen.
Blitzø was sitting on the ground, cradling Stolas, who had been cleaned up slightly, in his arms as he stroked his head feathers and murmured sweet and soothing things to him the camera couldn't pick up. Stolas's eyes were still kind of foggy, but a whisper of a smile played on his tired face.
Blitzø smiled and pressed lazy kisses to Stolas's back, and Stolas turned his head to face him again.
"Remind me to take you to a BDSM dungeon sometime soon. It's been so long since we've done something that intense." Blitzø told him.
Stolas laughed softly.
"You know, I think I could use that, honestly."
Blitzø smiled and wrapped his arms around his middle as he peered up at him.
"So, would you want to watch some actual Voxflix now?"
"Doesn't the 'chilling' part usually come after?" Stolas teased lightly.
Blitzø laughed. "Usually."
"Do we have to get dressed?"
"Fuck no. And I'll bite you if you even try."
Stolas gave him a semi-amused look, lifting a brow slightly.
"Is that supposed to be a deterrent?" He questioned.
"Oh, shut up." Blitzø rolled his eyes with a smile. "Slut."
Stolas shot him a smile of his own in return before he moved off of his lap, letting Blitzø's dick to slip back out and causing a noise of protest from Blitzø at the loss of the warmth around him. Stolas got behind him and stretched out across the sofa, taking him down with him and pulling him against his chest with his arms wrapped around him.
"I get to choose this time." Stolas stated, holding a hand out for the remote.
"You liked what I picked!" Still, Blitzø reached for the remote to hand to him. "But, I guess I can agree to that as long as we get to have a rewatch another day when we have the place to ourselves."
"You most certainly won't get any arguments from me."