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Droplets of water dripped off of Baron’s (ew, that’s a stupid name, change that later) long blonde hair. The sexy imp slowly stood up from the lake, the sun glistening off of the water on his sexy, well toned abs. He smiled sexily at the prince, full of lust and a dash of danger. His black underwear clung tightly to his body, showing off his large, pulsating bulge.
The prince froze, his breath caught in his beak as his own arousal started to tremble. He tried to keep his eyes locked on the eyes of his father’s newest employee, but they kept moving down his body. Oh, how he desired to have that large, pulsating member thrust deep inside him. To feel his breath against him, as their breaths mingled into one breath. He hoped to have his everlasting itch be scratched.
Stolas leaned forward on the couch, his tongue slightly poking out of his beak as his pen flew across the page, the words desperate to get out.
Behind him, Blitzø was humming to himself as he finished washing the dishes. His hooves tapped lightly on the linoleum floor in time with the song on his lips.
Stolas shifted on the couch, his cloaca starting to throb at the thought of Baron’s tongue licking the prince’s neck, his strong hands firmly grasping his ass. He squeezed his legs together tightly as he felt the small feathers there starting to get slick.
Blitzø spun around in his little dance as he slammed the cupboard shut, his chores finally complete. That’s when a familiar scent reached him. His eyes darted over to the owl hunched over on the couch. His forked tongue quickly flicked out of his mouth, tasting the air. A toothy grin slowly grew upon his face.
It had been a few weeks since Sinsmas, and Blitzø had been doing his best to be respectful. He was determined to not fuck up their relationship this time. Especially since they were finally in a real relationship. He knew how Stolas felt about him after he saved his red ass at the trial, and Stolas knew how he felt after he saved him at the palace.
He remembered during their big fight during their last full moon together how Stolas didn’t want their relationship to just be about sex. So he was being respectful. His pretty bird had lost everything, even his daughter, just for him, so the least Blitzø could do was not jump him immediately. He may have the purplest balls in the entire Pride ring, but it would all be worth it if he could show Stolas that this relationship was worth it.
That he was worth it.
But that familiar scent in the air told him that his dirty bird was back. It was the sign he had been waiting for, an invitation that Stolas was ready to start the sexual side of their relationship again. All he had to do was pour on the charm and Stolas would be putty in his hands, just like the old days.
His cock stood at full attention at the thought of some of their more adventurous former fuck sessions. The way Stolas would sing his name at the top of his lungs, completely lost in their passion. Ugh, he couldn’t wait to dive back between those fluffy thighs, to feel Stolas squeeze him tight.
“Whatcha doing there, pretty bird?” He asked as he sauntered up to the couch. His voice was deep and gravely, the way he knew would melt his owl.
“Oh, Blitzø!” Stolas quickly slammed the book shut, his white faceplate painted dark with blush. “I didn’t see you there,” he stammered nervously, “is there something I can help you with?”
Blitzø hopped onto the arm of the couch, perched low, his tongue tasted the air again. “Actually, I was thinking of how I could help you, pretty birdie.” He crawled onto the couch, his tail slowly wagging behind him, “you know, Loona’s out for the night, so we’ve got the whole place to ourselves…,” he wiggled his eyebrows at him as he stroked his knee.
A little piece of Stolas broke. Of course Blitzø would want to rekindle their sexual relationship again. He deserved it, too. He had been so patient and caring with Stolas since his banishment. He did everything for the former prince: cook, clean, buy him clothes, and even gave him a job.
And it’s not that Stolas didn’t want it, too. How could he not? He adored Blitzø in every possible way, and now that they were together all the time, that adoration had only grown. He spent their working hours trying his best to not just stare at the assassin like a lovesick fool.
But, in all the ways that he had imagined this moment, and, Lords, had he spent a lot of time imagining this moment, he had hoped that there would be more romance. Something, anything, to prove to him that Blitzø shared his feelings.
But that was not meant to be. And why would it? A fool such as he didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve love. The best he could hope for was friends with benefits. And after everything Blitzø has done for him, maybe he could pay him back in this way. The only way he knew how.
“Of course,” he laid down, allowing Blitzø to climb over him until they were face to face. Blitzø smiled at him as he leaned closer and met him in a kiss, hungry, needy and full of passion. A single tear rolled down Stolas’s cheek.
“Oh shit,” Blitzø immediately stopped. “Did I hurt you? Are we moving too fast?”
“No, Blitzø, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
Blitzø looked at him questioningly. “You sure? Do you remember our colour codes?”
“Yes. Green, Blitzø, I’m fine,” Stolas sighed and looked away.
“Fuck, no,” Blitzø sat up and pinched the space between his eyes. “Sorry, I thought… I mean… it’s ok if you’re not ready yet, Stolas.”
“No!” Stolas pushed Blitzø down onto the couch and mounted him, letting his trapped erection rub against his still clothed cloaca. Stolas leaned down to Blitzø and kissed him harder, forcing himself to return Blitzø’s passion. He wanted this, wanted Blitzø, he just had to tell his foolish heart to stop breaking.
Blitzø felt his resolve start to melt away, but no, this wasn’t just any fuck buddy. This was Stolas, his heart. He had to prove things were different now.
“Stols, stop, it’s ok. I’m sorry-“
“No, Blitzø, it’s not ok. All I do is take from you, and if this is what you want, then this is how I’ll repay you for your kindness.”
Blitzø’s eyes widened as his irises shrunk against the amber of his sclera. He gently pushed Stolas off of him and sat up, keeping his hands on Stolas’s shoulders.
“The fuck? No, Stolas, that’s not-“
“Please Blitzø,” he desperately grabbed at Blitzø’s pants, undoing his belt, “let me do this for you.”
“Stolas! Fuck, why are your arms so long?” He tried to maneuver his hips from his grasp, while keeping his hands firmly on Stolas’s shoulders. “Red! Stolas, I said fucking red!”
Stolas stopped, his body going limp under Blitzø’s grasp, his head hanging low. Blitzø sighed in relief and released his grasp on his shoulders. Stolas let out a quiet whimper, tears falling onto the couch.
“I’m sorry, Blitzø. I have nothing to offer you anymore,” he whispered.
“Stolas,” Blitzø gently lifted his head up by his chin, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t want you to repay me for anything. I just want you.”
“Why? I’m sure you could find much sexier demons to satisfy your needs.”
“Sexier? Are you fucking kidding me, Stols? There isn’t anyone in all seven rings that’s more gorgeous than you. As for why,” he kissed him, slowly at first, then deeper, pouring every feeling into it. As the kiss ended, he pulled back, a soft smile on his face as he looked deep into the owl’s eyes.
“I love you, Stolas.”
Stolas’s eyes widened as big as his smile as he leaned back in to return Blitzø’s kiss with a hard, deep kiss of his own. He kissed him like he needed it to give him life, like it was what was keeping him tethered to this realm.
“I love you, too, Blitzø,” he whispered breathlessly.
They kissed until the world blurred, every breath spent against the other’s mouth, as they both sunk deeper into their passion.
Just for a moment, a part of Stolas wanted to log away how this felt for his book - the feeling of Blitzø’s talented tongue wrapping around his own, the way his heart fluttered in his chest - but he decided against it. No, these feelings were not for Baron and the Prince. These were secret moments meant just for him and Blitzø.