[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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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-
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[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.]