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Blitz stumbled into his third bar of the night. “Get me a rum and coke!” He shouted at the bartender, who just rolled her eyes before turning around to make it.
He climbed onto one of the barstools. Damn it, were these always so tall? He heard a giggle next to him as he wrapped his tail around it to balance. He turned sharply toward the direction of the noise. “The fuck are you looking at?”
The only other person sitting at the bar was wearing a long, dark red cloak, the hood over their face. Maybe from far away it would look unassuming, but up close it was clearly made of luxurious material. The kind no one in Imp City could afford. The stranger’s big red eyes widened in concern.
“I apologize, I meant no offense! I simply find the dexterity of your tail very impressive.”
Blitz looked him up and down. Tall drink of water who clearly had money and didn’t know how to hide it. He had a beak, so maybe he was some kind of bird sinner? Blitz really doubted a Goetia would ever come here. And he didn’t sound drunk, but there were three empty glasses next to him. If Blitz played his cards right, he could either get a comfortable bed for the night or steal his credit card. Or both.
“Pfft, that’s nothing,” he said, leaning one arm on the bar and smirking. “You should see what else I can do with my tail.”
“Oh, do you know tricks? I’d love to see them!” The stranger clapped his hands in a way that felt… weirdly familiar. Blitz furrowed his brow. Was he being brushed off, or was this innocent act his weird way of flirting?
“Yeah, I know a few tricks.” He leaned forward, inching the tip of his tail toward the opening in the man’s cloak, searching inside. He ran the spade down the leg of his pants and the stranger’s white face started to turn pink. Perfect.
“Oh—oh! I—“
“You gonna pay for your drink, asshole?” The bartender asked gruffly. They both pulled away in surprise. She was standing with his drink in hand, tapping her fingers on the bar impatiently.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Blitz said, reaching into his pockets, but the man next to him held out a hand.
“Add it to my tab, dear.”
The bartender looked between the two of them and then shrugged and walked away.
“Uhh, thanks,” Blitz said. He took a sip of his drink instead of downing it like usual. Suddenly he felt off-kilter, like he wasn’t in charge here.
“It’s nothing! I’m just happy to have someone to talk to. It’s been quite lonely in here tonight.”
Blitz glanced around the empty bar. “Well, it’s 1 am on a Tuesday. I’m not surprised.” The man stared at him blankly. “Cause most people have work in the morning?”
“Oh, right. Of course,” bird-man said quickly. Blitz huffed. This guy had clearly never experienced a 9-to-5. “But you… don’t, I assume?”
“I, uh, work freelance. As a bodyguard. So my schedule is pretty all over the place.”
“Ooh, how dashing!” Bird-man jumped up and down in his seat. Blitz felt that weird itch in his brain again. Why did all his mannerisms seem so familiar? “You must be very brave, in a dangerous line of work such as that.”
Fuck, this guy was laying on the flattery. “Eh, most of it is just standing around bored. I get to shoot people sometimes, which is fun, but honestly I did more dangerous shit when I worked in the circus.”
Blitz said it so he could lead back into the whole “tricks” flirtation, maybe mention how flexible he was, but he wasn’t prepared for bird-man to gasp and freeze up in his seat. Shit, did he have a fear of clowns or some bullshit like that? He scrambled to think of a way to backtrack, but before he could even open his mouth, the man pulled his hood off.
“Blitzo?”
Too surprised to even correct him, Blitz took in his blue-gray feathers, heart shaped face and extra set of eyes. Holy shit.
“Stolas?”
“Oh, it is you! I thought, perhaps, but I didn’t want to assume—and you look so—“
Blitz grimaced, bringing a hand up to the scarred side of his face. He didn’t want to know how that sentence ended. “The fuck are you doing in Imp City? Shouldn’t you be at your massive palace with your wife or whatever?”
Stolas tilted his head, smiling. “Blitzo, have you been checking up on me?”
Blitz cringed. “What? No! I just—I watch the news sometimes. They’re always talking about what you Goetia bitches are up to. And it’s Blitz now. The O is silent.”
“Oh, I see. Well, it’s lovely to see you again, Blitz. I think about you often.”
Really? Stolas thought about some random imp he spent one day with at age ten? Blitz doubted that. This was getting fucking weird.
“Right… well, it’s getting late, so I’m just gonna…” Blitz started to stand up.
“Would you like to get a hotel with me?” Stolas asked, the words all rushing out at once. Blitz froze. Stolas looked shocked, like he hadn’t expected that to come out of his own mouth. “Um. I mean, it’s just that I’d love to catch up with you further. And perhaps some privacy would be nice?” Blitz bit his lip and looked him over again. The prince did grow up to be sexy as hell. And Blitz loved any opportunity not to sleep in his car. “It was a silly suggestion, I’m not sure why I—“
“Okay, let’s go,” Blitz said, hopping down. Stolas’ jaw dropped, but he recovered quickly, scrambling to get up and close out his tab. “Lead the way, Princey.”
They found a nearby hotel—something fairly run-down but still way out of Blitz’s price range even on a lucky night. When they entered the room, Stolas let his cloak fall to the floor, and Blitz saw the fancy suit underneath. It was dark blue, with high waisted pants that emphasized his gentle curves and a button up shirt that showed off a fluff of chest feathers. Blitz wanted to rip it off him.
Blitz was no stranger to having sex with people he wasn’t that attracted to—honestly, he never cared much about that. But he could tell he was going to enjoy this one.
Blitz jumped onto the bed, and Stolas sat down primly next to him, legs crossed.
“So what made you switch from the circus to bodyguarding?”
“Oh, y’know, just thought I’d try something different,” Blitz said, tilting forward into his space. Stolas leaned backward a little, flushed. “‘Sides, I’m better at fighting people than I was at being a clown.”
“You must be quite good then, since you were an amazing clown.”
Blitz snorted. “Pretty sure you were my only fan. I think you just have weird taste, birdie.” He put a hand on Stolas’ thigh, keeping an eye on his expression. Stolas stared at their point of contact with wide eyes. He gingerly placed a hand over Blitz’s, like he was afraid to touch him.
Fuck, this guy was such a bottom. Blitz might have to be more forward.
“Then perhaps I was the only one there with enough good taste to see your talent,” Stolas said.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you taste good,” Blitz said, grinning. Stolas looked scandalized, but Blitz could smell his arousal, and saw the way his thighs clenched a little closer together.
“Oh, I-I wouldn’t know…” Blitz pushed him back a little more, and Stolas fell easily, landing flat on the bed with a thump. Blitz climbed up his long body and straddled him so they were face to face. “Oh, Blitz, what are we doing?” Stolas moaned out.
“You ask too many questions.”
Stolas looked sort of terrified. Fuck, maybe Blitz read this all wrong. He released his arms and sat up. “My bad. I thought you were into it.”
“No, I am!” Stolas grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him back on top of him. “I am very, very into it. I want you badly. But I’ve never…” He covered his face in his hands, blushing.
“What, never slept with a man?”
Stolas shook his head rapidly, eyes still covered. “I’ve never properly slept with anyone.”
Blitz raised his eyebrows at that. But he had a feeling asking about it would open a whole can of worms, and he wasn’t trying to have a conversation. He was trying to get laid. “Hey, that’s fine. We can stop at any time, ‘kay?”
Stolas peaked out between two fingers. Blitz grabbed his wrists, gently pulling them away, and then leaned in to kiss him. When his lips brushed against the tip of Stolas’ beak, he almost flinched, but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. He tilted his head so their mouths slotted together. Stolas followed his lead, but barely moved otherwise. He explored Stolas’ mouth with his tongue, enjoying the little happy sounds that brought out, and ran his hands up and down his sides.
Stolas finally lifted his hands and started running them up and down Blitz’s back. Blitz moaned encouragingly when he explored the spaces between his spikes. He unbuttoned Stolas’ shirt and Stolas started to get more frantic, throwing it off the bed. Blitz slid down a little, biting at his neck, and he moaned so loudly that it caught both of them off guard.
They stared at each other. Blitz grinned. “You a painslut?” He asked, half-joking.
Stolas turned bright red. “I suppose I am.”
Ohh. Blitz grabbed the feathers on the top of his head and pulled.
“Oh fuck,” Stolas groaned.
“Yeah? Want more?”
“Please, please—“ Blitz raked a claw roughly through his chest feathers while biting at his neck again. Stolas grasped desperately at his back. “Oh, I’ve never felt so—“
Blitz palmed over his pants. Stolas eagerly pushed his hips up, thrilled, but Blitz couldn’t feel anything beneath the fabric. He started pulling them down and felt across the feathered mound, but there was no dick, no pussy. He moved a little further down. There, near the base of his tail, was a damp hole. He touched it experimentally and Stolas let out a string of swears.
“Please, fuck me, pierce right through me—“
“I’m plannin’ to,” Blitz said, rubbing circles into his thighs. “Uh, just checking, what’s the situation down here?”
“Oh, yes, I should have mentioned. I have a cloaca,” Stolas said.
Blitz paused and furrowed his brow. So what was that, just a hole? Was he supposed to do foreplay shit or just shove it in there? It was so small, could he even do that without hurting him?
Apparently he took too long, because Stolas hid his face again and squeezed his legs together.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would be an issue—“
“Woah, no, I don’t care what bits you got—“
“You know what, maybe this was foolish.” Stolas sighed, attempting to sit up.
“Aw, no, come onn, lemme put my package in your malebox,” Blitz said, panicking.
“My—“ Stolas looked confused for a second. Blitz could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Then he burst out laughing, throwing his head back. “What?”
Shocked, Blitz snickered too. “Yeah, you heard me. You ordered a delivery, so now it’s time to take it.”
“I did, didn’t I? And quite a big one, too.” Stolas reached down and stroked his cock lightly. “I suppose I’d better sign for it.”
“Yeah, you gotta—fuck, just like that—“
“Mm, but it looks like you only have white ink, I hope that’s alright,” Stolas said as he dragged a finger over the precum starting to leak out of his cock.
Blitz snorted. He gently pushed Stolas’ hand away and grabbed a soft, feathery thigh to hold him in place.
He pressed one finger in slowly, feeling warm walls suck him in. Stolas cried out. “Shh, I gotchu.” He curled it experimentally. The birdpuss stretched out around him.
“Oh Lucifer, please, wow,” Stolas babbled. “Your fingers feel so big.”
“That’s just one finger, buddy.”
“Really?” Stolas looked down at the place where they connected. “Oh…”
Blitz pushed his finger in and out more confidently. Stolas was getting wetter, and he was at least 75% sure he could fit more in there, now.
He slid down and licked around the entrance. Then he stuck his tongue in, curling it until he found a spot that made Stolas’ legs shake. Stolas made a noise somewhere between pleasure and pain, and then Blitz felt walls clamping down around him. Salty liquid gushed out around his tongue.
He let him ride it out before pulling away. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Feel okay?”
“Blitz—Blitzy—that’s—is it always supposed to be like that?” Stolas looked absolutely fucked out already, breathing heavily.
“What, orgasms? Usually they’re pretty good, yeah. You tapping out or can I keep going?”
“You can do anything you want to me,” Stolas confirmed.
“Bold claim. I dunno if you want to promise that, birdie.”
Blitz pressed his fingers back in, two of them this time. He scissored them for a bit and then, getting impatient, added a third. Stolas winced.
“Shit, too much?”
“No, no, it hurts but—in a nice way?”
“That’s my painslut.” He shoved his claws in roughly. “Want my dick now?”
“Yes! Yes, shove it right through me, make it so I can’t sit down for days, I need it—“
“Alright, chill the fuck out or I’ll gag you.” Blitz picked up his pants that he’d thrown to the corner of the bed and grabbed a condom from the pocket. He rolled it on, lined himself up and pushed in.
He meant to go slowly, but the second he felt that warm, wet heat, he found himself drawn into it. He slid all the way in at once, and then paused to let Stolas adjust, trying to focus on grabbing his waist and not cumming immediately.
Stolas whined, pushing his hips up to try to draw him in even deeper somehow. Fuck, this bird might be the death of him. Blitz started fucking him at a steady pace, taking in Stolas’ sobs as he got more desperate. It didn’t take Stolas long to cum, and Blitz let go pretty much immediately after.
They fucked twice more on the bed and once in the shower before falling asleep. Then Blitz woke up in the middle of the night and Stolas looked so soft and inviting that he had to wake him up with head. Stolas made these happy little bird noises and sleepily stroked Blitz until he came, and they both passed out in each other’s arms again.
He was definitely acting too cuddly, but whatever. It was the guy’s first time. The sex was good, and for once Blitz didn’t feel like he was going to get yelled at for touching someone wrong or for not wanting to bottom. Might as well get as much out of it as he could, since they’d probably never see each other again.
Blitz, as always, woke up at the first sign of light in the window. His arms were still wrapped around Stolas, who was hooting softly. He pulled away carefully, because he was absolutely not dealing with the fallout of this guy’s reaction to being held all night by an imp. He might be sweet and naive, but he was still a royal.
Blitz stepped around the room, picking up his strewn-around clothes. He saw a wallet sticking out of navy blue pants on the floor. He pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and shoved them in his own pants. Whatever, not like the guy would miss it.
He was ready to sneak out, but Stolas made a sad little sound in his sleep, and for some reason Blitz found himself looking back. He sighed and climbed back into the bed, over the covers. He reached a hand out and gently stroked those ridiculously soft head feathers. Stolas smiled in his sleep.
Blitz didn’t have anywhere to be yet. He could stay just a bit longer.