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“You’re doing great, darling,” Stolas encouraged, attempting to apply eyeliner to his very stubborn lover.
“Ow, fuck,” Blitz grunted, squeezing his watering eyes shut and swatting at the offending pencil.
Stolas whined, “Blitz, stay still! You’re smudging it.”
His hand moved to Blitz’s chin in an attempt to keep him still as he carefully swiped the eyeliner pen along Blitz’s waterline.
Blitz scowled, “Fucking, stop trying to stab me!” He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, which Stolas slapped away with a frown.
“What!?”
“Don’t rub it! Honestly, Blitz, if I had known you were going to be this sensitive-“
Blitz gasped, “I’m not ‘sensitive’ because I don’t want to get stabbed in the eyeball. ”
“I’m not going to stab you, darling. I do this all the time,“ Stolas’ gaze flickered to the clock behind Blitz, “We’d be done by now if you’d shut up and stay still.”
Blitz dodged Stolas as he tried to go in again with the pencil, “Fuck you bitch I don’t want it anymore.”
“It’s half done, Blitz,” Stolas moved to try again and Blitz jumped up, ripping himself away from Stolas.
Stolas startled, “BLITZ,” he pointed sternly at the counter space where Blitz had been. “Get your butt back here.”
“No,” Blitz mocked, “you can’t make me.”
“You literally asked me to do this for you.”
“Yeah, I wanted eyeliner not fucking LASIK. ”
“Blitz,” Stolas giggled, “You’re being so annoying right now.”
“I’d rather be annoying than fucking blind,” Blitz shot back, finally rubbing his watering eyes, “so itchyyyy.”
“Darling, no!” Stolas reached out, too late, pulling red and white hands back to reveal a mess of black smears.
Stolas groaned, the makeup was smudged around the imps eyes, dark and intense. Blitz smirked at him, victorious, lowering his darkened lids and smiling menacingly.
Stolas could only stare back, a new feeling growing in his core as he felt his face start to warm. Had Blitz’s eyes always been this piercing? There was something hypnotic about the way the way the makeup blurred at the edges, it suited Blitz so well. He looked so… deviant.
Blitz caught on quickly to Stolas’ sudden change in demeanour, how he had gotten quiet and flushed a delicate pink.
Dinner dates are overrated anyway.
“Whoops,” Blitz drawled, looking deeply into Stolas’ eyes, “I made a mess.”
Stolas’ eyes glazed over for a moment, before he cleared his throat and rasped, “Quite alright, darling. Actually, it looks really good like that.”
“Messy?” Blitz flirted, leaning towards Stolas in that way that always turned him into mush.
Stolas blinked, suddenly conflicted, “Blitz, we mustn’t be late to dinner…”
Blitz smiled deviously, he loves this game.
“We can order in. If you’re still hungry,” he whispered. Then, leaning in close, he brushes his hand against the feathers of Stolas’ neck and whispers, “after I fill you up.”
Stolas’ jaw dropped, face flushing red as he backed up slightly, “Blitzy!”
“Come on, baby,” he cooed, “let me mess up your pretty makeup.”
Stolas shivered, “What about the reservations? W-we can’t just not…”
Blitz crept closer as Stolas rambled on, pointlessly fighting a losing battle. Stolas’ gaze shifted to Blitz’s lips, trailing off as the distance between them lessened.
Blitz moved his hand under Stolas’ chin, delicately tilting his head as he closed the distance between them.
The press of his lips to Stolas’ is enough to make Blitz moan. His sweet breath fills his head and he melts into the kiss, pulling Stolas closer still.
Despite his sharp beak, Stolas is a wonderful kisser. He maneuvers it around Blitz’s lips, sensually exploring his lover’s mouth and gliding his tongue against Blitz’s. He shivers as Blitz pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, suckling and nibbling upon the delicate flesh.
Blitz suddenly pulls away, his lips shining with Stolas’ saliva. He smiles with hooded eyes as he works to catch his breath.
“ Fuck the dinner reservations.”
They fucked each other too.
The end.