[The owl’s eyes soften staring back at those yellow eyes. The gentle tone in Blitzø’s voice was not lost on him. Reaching up, Stolas cupped a cheek with a kind hand. For a moment, he sat there in silence, swiping a talon over the apple of his cheek.]
Of course, Darling.
[Asking permission with his eyes one last time before he closes the space between them, sharing their first kiss since his daring rescue on Sinsmas.]
[His tail loops up, then out, and finally shifts to wind itself around Stolas' ankle, humming as the owl once again initiates a liplock. He's still, at first, letting the bird take the lead, but then it occurs to him that Stolas specifically asked to be handled.]
[So he finally decides what to do with his hands, letting them set at the narrowest point of the goetia's waist and slide upward, his claws tapping out a wordless, anxious little beat against his feathers as he goes.]
[The softest sound escapes the owl as a pair of hands find their way to his waist, sighing into their connection. The touch was tentative, unsure, as if the imp was afraid to break him. It was nothing how he was used to during their past nights of moonlit passion. There was no urgency, no hungry need… It was warm and tender, still brimming with unspoken emotions. He wanted his hands all over him.
Stolas’s hand found its way to the fine spines on the back of the imp’s have, lacing his talons between them, as he deepens their kiss. A long tongue explored the corners of his mouth, holding him there.]
[The sound Blitzø answers with is much more inelegant, a funny sort of grunt at Stolas' talons slotting themselves between the spines on the back of his head. The ones on his back and tail were always far more sensitive, but the gesture isn't lost on the imp in the least. The spines on his back curve upward in response, almost shaking like the rattle of a snake's tail but making no sound, and he jolts slightly at the introduction of Stolas' tongue.]
[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.
[Stolas chases after Blitzø’s lips as he pulls away, already feeling cold from their absence. The geotia was like a thirsty man in a desert, and the imp's lips were like the first drizzle of water to wet his parched tongue. He wanted more. The little taste wasn't enough to put out the fire smoldering in his stomach.
But then those soft lips come back, for a quick peck, making the owl coo. Really? Now a question? Riding the high, a deep chuckle hummed in his throat as he nuzzled the crooked of the imp's neck, peppering the line of his jaw in kisses.]
[It's-- overwhelming. Stolas had always been loud and thirsty, always hunting him for sport, it seemed, and while the thrill was absolutely there, Blitzø had far more at stake if he let himself fall into a comfortable rhythm again. He craned his neck sideways to let the owl get at his skin, laughing low in his throat about it, about his impatience.]
What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.
[The tone in Blitzø’s voice was enough to take the wind out of his sails. Oh fuck, did he do something wrong? Was all this too soon? Did he misread things again? They were dating, right? Wasn't this what people do when they date? Was this not okay?
A million questions buzzed in his mind as he readjusted himself to sit up, studying the imp's body language as his own hands fell away.]
I'm... I'm sorry. I thought-.... I got carried away. [Stolas starts, his eyes looking guilty staring into his open palms.] We’re dating, aren't we? I've never dated anyone before so my understanding might be incomplete. Isn't the next logical step is for us to be.... boy... friends?
[Fuck, there, he said it. The label he was worried to call them in fear of what Blitzø might say.]
--No, no it's fine! Don't..., [He coils where he sits, but then curls forward, pressing himself into the fluffy plumage at Stolas' chest.] We've been going on dates, yeah. I just... with how everything went before...
[He sits back again, expression open and honest and young in a way it isn't, very often, and his hands climb back up to frame the owl's face.] I really wanna get this right, feathers, but-- boyfriends sounds pretty great, I think. [He cranes himself upward and also pulls Stolas' face down a little, and this time when their mouths meet, Blitzø's is open.]
[How could his face feel so small in these hands? Stolas was easily three times the imp's height. Yet, those hands dwarfed his. God, how he loved it.
Get things right. Yes... he wanted that too. After what happened their first go around, Stolas was worried he would fuck it all up again. But what Blitzø said next soothed his anxieties. Boyfriends? They... they were official now? Really??? His big red eyes glittered as if to ask for confirmation, however his beak was found otherwise occupied by a pair of lips.
Instead was came out was a pleasant little hmmm sound before the owl melts into the kiss. Taking the open invitation, again Stolas's long tongue slipped inside, this time locating Blitzø’s in return to coil around it.]
[Blitzø did, in fact, have huge fuckin' crab claws for hands.]
[There are no words across any realm that can properly express the amount of giddy anxiety thrumming through the imp's tiny body. Boyfriends. What the fuck. He hadn't been official with anyone since Verosika, and-- well, that was years ago, and not something he needed to think about while tongue jousting with Stolas.]
[He shifts, wiggling his way up Stolas' lap until he's straddling more of his hips, and his hands resume their earlier wanderings of sliding up under his shirt. He pauses in their makeout to breathe, grinning lopsidedly at him and shrugging his shoulders up in a wordless request that Stolas lift his arms.]
[This was nowhere their first time entangled with one another, however this time things felt different. Boyfriends. The mere thought of it sent a pleasant tingle down to the tips of his toes. No more guessing on how each other felt. Though his heart was still a little battered and bruised, he was willing to allow himself believe.
Once Blitzø repositioned himself higher on his thighs, Stolas shifted as well, pulling the rest of his impossibly long legs onto the couch to stretch out over the opposite edge. Sweet merciless Satan, how his body ached for his touch, back arching into the imp's hands as they found their way to his body again. When Blitzø pulled back, Stolas gave him his own half-lidded smile. Obeying his subtle request, the goetia raised his arm over his head, resisting the urge to flop onto this back as he did.]
[Hold your horses on flopping over, thirsty bird, he's gotta get your shirt off first. A short chuckle precedes Blitzø turning his wrists and gathering the hem of Stolas' shirt, tugging it up. He meets his beak with another kiss with the shirt wrangled over his eyes, humming into the gesture and then drawing back to pull the shirt the rest of the way off. His hands immediately move to the now-freed fluffy plumage at his collar, snickering as he ruffles it and then buries his face in it. The snickering becomes full-blown giggling in short order, and he nuzzles into the feathers a moment in comical, childishly giddy bliss.]
You're so fuckin' soft Stolas, how are you real.
[He doesn't stay silly for very long, though, barely giving Stolas a chance to respond before he's craning himself up again, this time leaving gentle little bites along the column of his neck.]
[What? He resisted the urge to fold like a stack of cards. Stolas wouldn’t dream of robbing the imp the pleasure of pushing him down himself. Blitzø’s little giggles were infectious though, causing the owl to snicker into the kiss. Once freed from his annoying shirt, Stolas shook the feathers of his head loose. The sound of Blitzø’s laughter as he toyed and nuzzled with his gray plumes made his heart sing. No way the Seven Rings had his b-i-t-c-h of an ex-wife had ever done such a thing.
Another fit of laughter rattled his body as one of his legs kicked up at Blitzø’s teasing, his feathers ruffling around his shoulders.]
St-stop, Blitz. That tickles!
[No, please don’t stop. But his boyish giggles were stopped dead in their tracks as sharp teeth found the weak spots along his delicate neck. The goetia’s whole body jerked as his hoots turned into gasping moans and his hands snapped up to take hold of Blitzø’s shoulders.]
[He hums low in his throat, shaking his head.] Nahh. [Stolas laughs like a windchime, he's decided. It's a sound he only wants to hear more of.]
[His grin curls sharp at the corners and he sits back, his tail winding in a little loop behind him.] Damn, just from some little bites? You're gonna be a mess when I'm done with you.
[Stolas leans back a bit himself, latching his wrists behind the imp's neck. A sly grin toyed at the edges of his beak, looking back at him with flirty eyes.]
Promises, promises... [A soft hoot.] You better be ready to take responsibility for the mess you make. We don't have a maid.
[His talons played with the collar of Blitzø’s shirt. Annoying piece of clothing... In his way to feel the heat of his skin.]
[He squints his eyes about half-closed, the gesture starkly catlike, and hums.] You knew I'd never keep? [Of course he knows weird 80s Earth music, he's a millennial.]
[He settles again on Stolas' thighs, letting him fiddle with his collar and tilting his head.] Y'want this off?
[Not getting the reference, the owl still hoots a snorting laugh. Oh, he better be keeping this promise. He was begging to be made a mess of. If the imp wasn't currently pinning his legs down by sitting on them, they would have been firmly wrapped around his waist.]
It's only fair, right? My shirt is off so... how about we even things out? [Stolas hums, tugging that the bit of cloth between his shoulder blades.]
Mmmn, level the playing field, I see what you're saying, [He says it absently, carefully unhooking the charm from his throat and placing it in a coil of his tail to set it aside, much less careful and delicate with the shirt, though it somehow winds up on the floor without being torn by his horns. The whole thing leads him to sit up on his knees, so he's closer still to Stolas' face when he looks back to him, and smiles a second, looping his arms around his neck.] There, level. Lemme look at you a minute, and then you can lay back.
[Perhaps the reason why the imp's shirt survived its removal was because Stolas assisted with the attempt, pulling it over the spines along Blitzø’s back. Sitting back, the goetia took his own time to peer at the newly exposed skin. With one hand still hooked around the imp's neck, he lets his free one trail down his chest. The fine tips of his talons brushed over all the hills and valleys of the assassin-for-hire's torso. Glancing back up, the owl hoots leaning in to nuzzel Blitzø with his beak.]
Let you look? Weren't you the one who said you've 'seen it all before' not too long ago?
[It's strange, to actually want Stolas to perceive him. To enjoy the clear desire in his stare, even if it makes something squirm somewhere in the pit of his stomach. To feel like the want there is actually believably more than just, as he'd once put it, for the novelty of having a rugged peasant rawdog him into his mattress.]
[He watches the bird's talons trail over his skin, curving his spine to bow away from letting the touch be more than feather-light in an odd display of shyness. It doesn't linger, since he's immediately snorting a laugh and playfully snapping his teeth at Stolas' beak.] I meant in the sense that I'm not gonna immediately pop a fucking boner if you walk out of your room naked, I have some restraint, and you are actually covered in feathers. It's not like naked is an eyeful of cloaca unless from very specific angles.
[God, how he loved hearing the sound of Blitzø’s laugh. The playful exchange of teasing jabs was making his face hurt from all the smiling he was doing.]
You sure about that?
[He gave the imp one last nudge before he slowly leans back onto to couch. Raising his arms above his head, Stolas peered up at Blitzø through love drunk eyes.]
Mostly, [His tone is distracted, still caught in the playful nature of their exchange, and he watches dazedly as Stolas leans backward. Graceful, like he usually was (unless quite drunk, but-- details), and for a long moment Blitzø can only stare at him. The moment feels so fucking huge, like they've finally leapt a hurdle they've been staring at the entirety of the time they've known each other in their adult lives, and he has to suck in a breath and scoot himself down Stolas' thighs to focus on the sexy shit or he might actually cry.]
[Fucking with feelings involved was a goddamn minefield, what the fuck.]
[Angles, though. He could do angles. He knocks the goetia's knees apart and folds himself to sit between them, skimming his hands up the legs of his pants and drumming his claws against his knees.] There's... probably a good couple of angles from down here, which is where I'm usually at. Funny that I've never actually eaten you out while you're standing? Note to self: amend that.
[Totally oblivious to Blitzø’s internal struggle, Stolas lays there perfectly still, waiting. Letting the imp take his time, feeling his eyes travel over his plumes. Really looking at him. It was only then when he started to feel a bit shy under his gaze.
Yet he lets Blitzø move his body however he wanted, parting his legs for him. Again, he resisted the temptation to pull his long legs back to sling them over the hellborn's shoulders. He was curious on what Blitzø had in mind.
Stolas gave him a little snort, smirking up at him.]
You want me to stand now? Or is that a future endeavor?
[A rumbled little chuckle leaves him, and he gives a slight shake of his head.] No, nono, stay here. Later. [He pats his knees again, shifting his hands back to the bend of his... calf? The short joint before his longass anklefoot. Fucking weird bird anatomy.]
Might still eat'cha though, just for old times' sake. [The words scratch in his throat, a dangerous callback to let me show you a good time, to you know I don't disappoint, but he wars with his own mind to stay in the moment, tapping his claws against the goetia's ankles to the beat of something only he can hear.]
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Lol, last warning
Of course, Darling.
[Asking permission with his eyes one last time before he closes the space between them, sharing their first kiss since his daring rescue on Sinsmas.]
fffff
[So he finally decides what to do with his hands, letting them set at the narrowest point of the goetia's waist and slide upward, his claws tapping out a wordless, anxious little beat against his feathers as he goes.]
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Stolas’s hand found its way to the fine spines on the back of the imp’s have, lacing his talons between them, as he deepens their kiss. A long tongue explored the corners of his mouth, holding him there.]
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[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.
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But then those soft lips come back, for a quick peck, making the owl coo. Really? Now a question? Riding the high, a deep chuckle hummed in his throat as he nuzzled the crooked of the imp's neck, peppering the line of his jaw in kisses.]
A question? Now? What is it Darling?
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What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.
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A million questions buzzed in his mind as he readjusted himself to sit up, studying the imp's body language as his own hands fell away.]
I'm... I'm sorry. I thought-.... I got carried away. [Stolas starts, his eyes looking guilty staring into his open palms.] We’re dating, aren't we? I've never dated anyone before so my understanding might be incomplete. Isn't the next logical step is for us to be.... boy... friends?
[Fuck, there, he said it. The label he was worried to call them in fear of what Blitzø might say.]
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[He sits back again, expression open and honest and young in a way it isn't, very often, and his hands climb back up to frame the owl's face.] I really wanna get this right, feathers, but-- boyfriends sounds pretty great, I think. [He cranes himself upward and also pulls Stolas' face down a little, and this time when their mouths meet, Blitzø's is open.]
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Get things right. Yes... he wanted that too. After what happened their first go around, Stolas was worried he would fuck it all up again. But what Blitzø said next soothed his anxieties. Boyfriends? They... they were official now? Really??? His big red eyes glittered as if to ask for confirmation, however his beak was found otherwise occupied by a pair of lips.
Instead was came out was a pleasant little hmmm sound before the owl melts into the kiss. Taking the open invitation, again Stolas's long tongue slipped inside, this time locating Blitzø’s in return to coil around it.]
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[There are no words across any realm that can properly express the amount of giddy anxiety thrumming through the imp's tiny body. Boyfriends. What the fuck. He hadn't been official with anyone since Verosika, and-- well, that was years ago, and not something he needed to think about while tongue jousting with Stolas.]
[He shifts, wiggling his way up Stolas' lap until he's straddling more of his hips, and his hands resume their earlier wanderings of sliding up under his shirt. He pauses in their makeout to breathe, grinning lopsidedly at him and shrugging his shoulders up in a wordless request that Stolas lift his arms.]
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Once Blitzø repositioned himself higher on his thighs, Stolas shifted as well, pulling the rest of his impossibly long legs onto the couch to stretch out over the opposite edge. Sweet merciless Satan, how his body ached for his touch, back arching into the imp's hands as they found their way to his body again. When Blitzø pulled back, Stolas gave him his own half-lidded smile. Obeying his subtle request, the goetia raised his arm over his head, resisting the urge to flop onto this back as he did.]
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You're so fuckin' soft Stolas, how are you real.
[He doesn't stay silly for very long, though, barely giving Stolas a chance to respond before he's craning himself up again, this time leaving gentle little bites along the column of his neck.]
RIP neighbors
Another fit of laughter rattled his body as one of his legs kicked up at Blitzø’s teasing, his feathers ruffling around his shoulders.]
St-stop, Blitz. That tickles!
[No, please don’t stop. But his boyish giggles were stopped dead in their tracks as sharp teeth found the weak spots along his delicate neck. The goetia’s whole body jerked as his hoots turned into gasping moans and his hands snapped up to take hold of Blitzø’s shoulders.]
Oh fuck... Right there-
fuck them neighbors
[His grin curls sharp at the corners and he sits back, his tail winding in a little loop behind him.] Damn, just from some little bites? You're gonna be a mess when I'm done with you.
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Promises, promises... [A soft hoot.] You better be ready to take responsibility for the mess you make. We don't have a maid.
[His talons played with the collar of Blitzø’s shirt. Annoying piece of clothing... In his way to feel the heat of his skin.]
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[He settles again on Stolas' thighs, letting him fiddle with his collar and tilting his head.] Y'want this off?
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It's only fair, right? My shirt is off so... how about we even things out? [Stolas hums, tugging that the bit of cloth between his shoulder blades.]
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Let you look? Weren't you the one who said you've 'seen it all before' not too long ago?
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[He watches the bird's talons trail over his skin, curving his spine to bow away from letting the touch be more than feather-light in an odd display of shyness. It doesn't linger, since he's immediately snorting a laugh and playfully snapping his teeth at Stolas' beak.] I meant in the sense that I'm not gonna immediately pop a fucking boner if you walk out of your room naked, I have some restraint, and you are actually covered in feathers. It's not like naked is an eyeful of cloaca unless from very specific angles.
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You sure about that?
[He gave the imp one last nudge before he slowly leans back onto to couch. Raising his arms above his head, Stolas peered up at Blitzø through love drunk eyes.]
How about you show me these... angles.
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[Fucking with feelings involved was a goddamn minefield, what the fuck.]
[Angles, though. He could do angles. He knocks the goetia's knees apart and folds himself to sit between them, skimming his hands up the legs of his pants and drumming his claws against his knees.] There's... probably a good couple of angles from down here, which is where I'm usually at. Funny that I've never actually eaten you out while you're standing? Note to self: amend that.
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Yet he lets Blitzø move his body however he wanted, parting his legs for him. Again, he resisted the temptation to pull his long legs back to sling them over the hellborn's shoulders. He was curious on what Blitzø had in mind.
Stolas gave him a little snort, smirking up at him.]
You want me to stand now? Or is that a future endeavor?
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Might still eat'cha though, just for old times' sake. [The words scratch in his throat, a dangerous callback to let me show you a good time, to you know I don't disappoint, but he wars with his own mind to stay in the moment, tapping his claws against the goetia's ankles to the beat of something only he can hear.]