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Blitzø settled back on the couch with a contented sigh. Loona was out for the night so he was sitting down with a bucket of cheese doodles and a pint of ice cream to binge watch his favorite pony cartoon until he fell asleep. It was looking to be an enjoyable, if uneventful, evening.
Until his phone rang.
By the little hooting jingle, he knew who it was before picking it up.
"Stolassss," he greeted the owl. "What, uh…why ya calling so late?"
"Blitzyyy," Stolas sang back. "I can't sleep."
"So?" Blitzø answered. "Drink some warm milk or something."
"Oh, but I'd much rather put something else in my mouth," came the giggling reply.
Blitzø let out a long groan, running a hand over his face. "Stolas, I just got in bed. Couch. Whatever. I'm fucking comfy. It's not the full moon, so I am not hauling my ass over there just to fuck you to sleep."
"I could open a–"
"I'd still have to get off the couch," Blitzø interrupted, shoveling a handful of cheese doodles into his mouth. "So no. You're just gonna have to diddle your own hole."
"Hmmm."
Suddenly, the owl gasped. Fuck. Blitzø knew that gasp. That was his "I have just had the most wonderful idea" gasp.
"Oh, Blitzy, I have just had the most wonderful idea!"
Fucking called it.
"Yeah?" Blitzø grimaced. "And what's that?"
"I can do exactly as you just said—"
"Perfect. Not exactly your wonderful idea, though, huh?"
Stolas continued on without pausing. "—but do so with you still on the line!"
"Phone sex," Blitzø told him. "That has a name, Stolas. You want to have phone sex."
"Yes, that would be delightful!"
Phone sex would probably be much shorter than their typical sessions. And he didn't need to get up. Well, he didn't need to leave the couch. He'd probably get up, haha.
Blitzø drew in a long breath. "Ehhhhh… All right. Sure."
The fucking dork hooted in delight.
"Excellent!" he cooed. "How… how do we begin? What do I say?"
"This was your idea," Blitzø reminded him.
"Well, I've never done this before, Blitzy!" he retorted.
"Never?"
"Who would I have called?" Stolas replied sassily.
"Right, right," Blitzø muttered. "Well… start with telling me what you're wearing."
"Nothing!" came the cheery reply.
Blitzø slapped a hand to his face. "No… not like…"
"Oh, is that wrong?" Stolas fretted. "Should I put something on?"
Blitzø rolled his eyes. "No. Naked is fine, it's just… say it more…" he waved his hand vaguely in the air. "Sexy."
"Oh." Stolas pitched his voice lower. "I'm not wearing anything, Blitzy."
Damn. "Yeah, pretty good," Blitzø told him. "Now, what would you want me to do if I were there?"
"Oh, I want you to ram your filthy cock right into my—"
"Stop! Change of plans!" Blitzø interrupted hastily. "Instead of that, how about I talk to you instead? Tell you what I'd do to you?"
“Oh, what will you do to me, Blitzy?” Stolas’ voice dropped to a dark growl on the last word, sending an involuntary shiver down Blitzø’s spine.
”Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Well…” He put on his smooth, seductive voice. “I’d scratch my claws down that long-as-fuck body of yours.”
”Oh yes!” Stolas cried. “Rend me!”
Blitzø winced. “Am I gonna have to make you put on a gag?”
He could hear the owl’s breath catch. “Oh, would you?”
Blitzø laughed. “Nah. Nah, maybe next moon. A gag would kinda ruin the point of phone sex, wouldn’t it?”
”You could still hear my moans,” Stolas told him and demonstrated with a breathy cry.
”Yeah… But you like to cuss when you really get going.” Blitzø put his snacks on the floor and shuffled around to a more comfortable position.
”So do you,” the other demon replied as he moaned again.
”Bitch, I cuss all the time.”
Another moan.
”Are you touching yourself?” Blitzø asked.
”Yes,” Stolas whimpered. “I am scratching my sides like you said you would.”
”Yeah?” Blitzø grinned. “Why don’t you touch your bird puss for me? Nice and slow, birdy.” Stolas gasped. “Yeah, that’s it. Just like I do.” Blitzø unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. If they were gonna do this, he was going to enjoy it, too. “How’s that feel?”
”Oh, wonderful,” Stolas moaned. “I wish it was you.”
“Of course you do.” Blitzø licked his fingers and ran them lightly down the underside of his half-hard cock. “I know how to make you feel good.” He listened to the bird’s quiet moans for a minute, stroking himself lightly.
“Blitzy…” Stolas breathed.
”Pull on your feathers,” Blitzø commanded. “Right there above your puss, you know how I do it.”
”Yes… Oh!”
Blitzø bit his lip. This was turning out hotter than he’d expected. He circled his thumb around the head of his dick, sliding in beads of slickness. “Put a finger inside. Just one for now. Yeah, how’s that? Not as good as feeling my tongue inside you, huh?”
Stolas cried out at that. “Oh, Blitzy, I want that. I want your tongue on me!”
”I wanna taste you, too, birdy,” Blitzø told him. Satan, he wanted to taste him. Just remembering the taste, the feel of him clenching around his tongue, the touch of those feathers on his face, had him fully hard. Blitzø flicked out his tongue as if he could lick Stolas through the phone.
”Blitzy, are you…?” Stolas didn’t complete his question, but Blitzø answered anyway.
”Yeah, Stols, I’m touching my dick. You wanna hear about that? You wanna hear how I’m stroking myself, thinking about you sinking down onto it?”
Stolas’ loud groan was response enough.
”Fuck,” Blitzø muttered. “How many fingers you got in now, birdy?”
”Two,” Stolas gasped.
”Two, that’s it? I know you can take more than that, bitch.” Blitzø rolled his hips with his stroking, letting out a low moan.
”Oh, Blitzy,” Stolas murmured. “I love hearing you— Oh! That’s… that’s three, darling Blitzy!”
”Fuck yeah,” Blitzø grunted. “Fuck yourself for me, Stols.”
Stolas began really moaning now and Blitzø imagined him lying back on his bed, hips canted up as he fingered himself. Fuck, Blitzø wanted to be there. He wanted to yank out those three fingers and bury his dick in that soft warmth. Why the fuck had he decided to stay home again?
”Blitzy! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, fuck!”
”I told you,” Blitzø gasped out, stroking himself harder. “You cuss when you get going.” He pulled his hand up to his mouth and gave it a generous lick before returning it to his cock, twisting and squeezing, trying to mimic how Stolas would feel.
Suddenly he had an idea. Stolas wasn’t here. Which fucking sucked, but did provide a unique opportunity. He pulled his phone away from his head, and Stolas’ moans turned slightly tinny from the distance. After another second of hesitation, Blitzø hit the mute button on his phone.
"Stolas?" he asked. "Stolas, can you hear me?"
"Oh, Blitzy!" the bird gasped on the other end of the line. "Yes, just like that!"
"Okay, I can't tell if you were answering or not," Blitzø continued. "If you can hear me, what's your color?"
"Fuck me with your big cock—"
"Not a color," Blitzø muttered. "You sure you can't hear me? Stolas? Your hat looks like shit."
Stolas continued moaning, giving no indication that he heard.
Satisfied, Blitzø lay back and gripped his cock tighter, letting out a long sigh.
"Yes, fuck, Stolas," he groaned. He balanced the phone on his shoulder and hiked up his shirt with his other hand, lightly touching his chest, imagining long black talons dancing over his red and white skin. "Yes," he gasped. "Touch me, Stolas. Kiss me. Hold me. Fuck me."
Stolas was moaning in his ear, and he closed his eyes, imagining the owl was bending over him.
"Oh, Blitzy!" Stolas was whining. "Take me! Fuck me however you want. Whatever you want Blitzy, ohhh, fuck!"
"I want you," Blitzø panted harshly, stroking his dick furiously. "I want you, I need you. Fuck me, Stolas. Keep me. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, fuck! Stolas!"
"Blitzy, I'm so close! Are you close too? Are you going to cum with me?"
"Fuck!" He grabbed his phone and thumbed the mute button off. "Yeah, bitch, I'm right here with you." He groaned. "You gonna cum for me like a good bird?" He hit the mute button again as Stolas began to moan out an "Ohhh yess!"
"Stolas?" he checked again. He only needed another minute. Just a minute to let loose again. "I said, you gonna cum for me, like a good bird?" Just moaning. "My good bird?" He thrust up into his hand. "My pretty bird, my good boy," he babbled, "my Stolas, mine, mine, fuck!"
Blitzø grabbed his phone, jabbing the mute button off so Stolas could hear him cum.
"Fuck!" he shouted again, arching his back up off the couch. "Stolas… Stolas I need…"
"Yes, darling," Stolas whined, his voice hitching. "I need it too, oh, ohhhh!"
I need you, I need you, Blitzø thought. Hold me close, never let go. Blitzø closed his eyes, listening to Stolas cry and gasp, picturing that face he knew so well by now, Stolas with all four eyes scrunched tight, beak agape, flush high on his cheeks. Blitzø pulled his hand down hard, squeezing his dick like Stolas would as he came and then Blitzø's wordless cry was joining Stolas' voice.
He panted hard as he came down and groaned out his satisfaction. Stolas was letting out contented little hoots between heavy breaths.
Blitzø dropped the phone on his chest and lifted his hand to gently stroke his own face, tracing up his jaw to his horn, imagining the touch of Stolas' fingers. Something was missing, though. Blitzø snatched a throw pillow from the floor and pressed it to his face. It wasn't feathers, but it was soft and it would do. He nuzzled up into the pillow, trying to summon Stolas' scent of vanilla and lavender from memory.
"Ohh, that was wonderful, Blitzy!" Stolas crooned. "And how convenient! Of course, I much prefer you here in person, but on occasion, when we cannot meet…this seems like a very handy solution."
Blitzø groaned into the pillow.
"I said—"
"Yeah, yeah, handy, I get it," Blitzø grumbled, pulling the pillow away. "You good now?" he asked. "Gonna sleep?"
"Oh, yes, I think I will have very pleasant dreams," Stolas murmured.
"Good," Blitzø replied. "I gotta eat this ice cream now before it fucking melts all over." He groped around on the floor for a napkin to wipe himself up with. "Uh..good night, Stolas."
"Good night, Blitzy!"
The line clicked and the call ended. Blitzø cleaned up his mess and settled back in with his half-melted ice cream to watch his show, getting back to his evening plans after the relatively short interruption. But when Blitzø finally dozed off, he was thinking of blue-grey feathers and the scent of lavender.