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“If by ‘crushes others feelings’ you mean ends shit before it gets serious then bingo.” Blitzø knew his mockery of Stolas’ accent was a bit much, but at this point he couldn’t bring himself to care. His head was such a mess and he felt sick to his stomach in a way he couldn’t explain, so he’d stopped trying. “I’m doin’ everyone a favor because relationships are boring.”
Stolas let out an indignant little squawk as his face screwed up in anger, before smoothing out. “Oh, yes, very boring.” He dropped down onto his elbows, resting his head on his hands as he tilted his head with a smug little smirk on his face. Blitzø desperately wanted to wipe that look off his face. The robe wasn’t helping, open in just the right way to show off his chest plumage and short enough that Blitzø could see the tops of his thighs over the table as he bent over. “So what are you doing here then?”
“I-uh,” Blitzø tripped on his own tongue, panic tingeing the edges of his mind before he shoved it back down and pointed a finger at Stolas. “Waiting for you to realize how good an angry fuck would be right now.”
“Satan, you’re insufferable.” Stolas shoved himself away, pulling up to his full height with his arms crossed. Blitzø didn’t miss the fact that it put more physical distance between them. There was a weight there, hanging in the air between them, a weight he didn’t know how to get rid of. He’d spent all night trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong and settled on the fact that it had been months since they fucked, once they fixed that everything could go back to normal.
Blitzø settled the grin back on his face. “That’s rich coming from you, your highness.” He shifted to push himself up onto all fours, crawling across the table to hook 2 fingers in the belt holding Stolas’ robe closed to pull him towards himself. “You seem to suffer me just fucking fine.”
He watched Stolas’ throat bob as he swallowed and knew it was working. “Yes, well, that was before.”
“Mmm,” Blitzø replied wordlessly. “It can also be now.” He raised up onto his knees, bringing his face level with Stolas’, his free hand reaching up to wrap around Stolas’ head to bury itself in the feathers.
The expression of Stolas’ face hadn’t softened, still full of anger, but Blitzø could work with that, there was a frantic energy inside of him that he knew needed to be released, and this was the only way he could see that happening. “C’mon, Stols, just give in.”
Stolas swooped in without a word. The kiss was rushed and harsh, Stolas’ beak nipping the corner of Blitzø’s lip. He crumpled the lapel of Blitzø’s coat in his fist, his other hand warm on Blitzø’s hip. Blitzø let himself be consumed by it, giving Stolas everything he wanted without so much as a complaint. Their tongues tangled together, Stolas taking the lead in a way he’d never done before. Blitzø was surprised by how into it he was, how much Stolas’ insistent, greedy touches were getting him worked up.
Stolas pushed himself back and away so suddenly that Blitzø didn’t have time to release his grip on Stolas’ feathers, preventing him from going very far.
“Fuck you, Blitzø.”
Blitzø grinned at him again. “Please do.” He pulled Stolas back into the kiss, relinquishing control almost immediately when Stolas didn’t try to pull back away. He wasn’t sure he could think straight with the way Stolas was ravaging his mouth, like he was starving and Blitzø was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. It felt good, it felt right, but it still didn’t get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach.
He twisted Stolas, pulling him until he was sitting on the edge of the table so Blitzø could straddle his lap. They were still kissing, Stolas’ beak caught the edge of his lip again but this time blood welled to the surface, the pain bringing all the sensations into sharp focus. He moaned lightly into Stolas’ mouth, and that seemed to encourage him to do it again. He dropped to peck at Blitzø’s neck, leaving a trail of welts that had Blitzø moaning and trembling in his arms as he licked the small amounts of blood trickling down his neck.
“Fine,” Stolas said. Blitzø pried his eyes open to look at Stolas, there was still anger in the line of his jaw, and Blitzø could see a tiny smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth. “Fine, but we’re doing this my way.”
Blitzø wasn’t sure what that meant, but if it meant Stolas wouldn’t stop he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He was rewarded a second later with Stolas returning to kiss him and then suddenly he was on his back on the table, Stolas standing over him. He could feel those fucking hands at the button to his pants, pushing them down his thighs until his aching cock was exposed to the air.
“Satan, please, Stolas, whatever you want.”
Stolas’ mouth was on him a moment later, rougher than he would usually be. He nicked the inside of both of Blitzø’s thighs with this beak and then stuck two of his fingers in Blitzø’s mouth when he moaned. Blitzø shoved both of his hands into the feather’s at the back of Stolas’ head, his back arching off the table as Stolas took all of him into his mouth. He worked Blitzø’s dick fast and relentlessly, tongue swirling around the tip as he bobbed up and down. Blitzø was pretty sure he was going to die on that table, the wet heat of Stolas’ mouth the last thing he would ever feel.
He pried his eyes open when he heard the woosh of Stolas’ magic. There was a bottle of lube floating in midair, surrounded by the purple vapor that signified Stolas was in control of something. Blitzø watched as, without stopping what he was doing, barely even looking up, Stolas plucked the bottle out of the air and opened it, squirting some onto the fingers of his right hand. He felt them probe not-so-gently at his entrance, and he moaned louder as he tried to spread his legs to give Stolas better access.
When that didn’t work he yanked on Stolas’ feathers trying to get him to stop for a moment. “Stols.”
Stolas pulled off, a line of saliva strung between his bottom lip and the tip of Blitzø’s dick and it was already driving him insane. He pulled the fingers out of Blitzø’s mouth, making it easier to talk. “What?”
“Just take my fucking pants off already.”
The smile was slight, but Blitzø didn’t miss the way it came across Stolas’ face easily. He shifted his grip, and ripped the pants right down the middle. Blitzø tried to be angry about it, like he knew he would be when he was done riding this high, but he couldn’t summon it. Things were finally starting to feel like they were getting back to normal, even if Stolas was being rougher with him than he’d ever been before. He’d rib Stolas about the pants when they were done, when he felt like he could breathe again.
Stolas licked the tip of Blitzø’s cock and his hips jumped. That was all the encouragement Stolas needed before his mouth was wrapped around him again. The fingers were back, lube warmed from the heat of Stolas’ hand. Blitzø spread his legs now that he could, and gasped at the sensation as Stolas slid two fingers inside him.
The stretch had him whining, trying to rock back farther onto Stolas’ fingers but the other hand was holding his hips in place. It was easy to forget how strong Stolas was, he never used his true strength in the bedroom, always letting Blitzø tie him up even if they both knew that the flimsy rope wouldn’t really be enough to keep him down if he truly wanted out. Blitzø had thought about asking Stolas to really use it, had fantasized about Stolas being the dominant one and not holding back, but he’d never worked up the nerve. That was against the status quo, although so was everything else currently. He supposed it made sense that Stolas would choose now to really let loose.
The third finger had him tearing up and clenching his fists. He so desperately wanted more, more of Stolas, more friction. Stolas pulled off his dick and nipped at his inner thighs again, before looking up at Blitzø through his lashes. He looked so pretty, his face gently flushed, his fingers found Blitzø prostate while he was looking at him like that and Blitzø let out a wordless moan.
Stolas added a fourth finger and wrapped his hot mouth around Blitzø’s dick again. He kept hitting that spot inside Blitzø that made him see stars. Blitzø reached out and tugged at the feathers at the back of his head. “Stols, I’m close, fuck, I’m close, I’m close, I’m-” He came into Stolas’ mouth, hips trying to buck up but Stolas kept them pinned down.
When the last of Blitzø’s orgasm had subsided Stolas licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, and then leaned over to kiss him. Stolas’ fingers deftly unbuttoned his jacket, trying to get it off him. Blitzø was no help, he could still taste his own cum inside Stolas’ mouth. He groaned into the kiss as Stolas pulled his fingers out, the sensation making him feel empty. Before he knew what was happening Stolas had him flipped around, on his hands and knees on the table. He glanced back to where Stolas was standing, the robe now untied and his dick at attention. Blitzø’s mouth fucking watered. Yet another thing that had focused heavily in his own thoughts was Stolas fucking him, another thing against the status quo that Blitzø had never been able to make himself ask for. It seemed like it was his lucky day.
Stolas stroked himself as he rubbed the lube up and down his own length and Blitzø wished he’d offered to do that, to be the one to make that expression cross Stolas’ face. It was the most relaxed he’d looked since Blitzø had climbed over the wall.
There was a gentle prodding at his hole. He made eye contact with Stolas, the relaxed expression from only seconds ago once again replaced with anger. Blitzø whined and rocked back, trying to get Stolas inside him as fast as possible. Stolas took that for the permission it was, his hand wrapped around the base of Blitzø’s tail, and then he slid all the way in.
Blitzø almost screamed from the sensation. Stolas dick was shaped to perfectly hit that spot inside him with every thrust, and he kept using Blitzø’s tail to guide him. He tried to find purchase on the table, trying to grip anything as Stolas set an uncompromising pace.
The tail pulling was getting him more than he thought it would, every time Stolas tugged it made his knees feel weak, until he was sure has going to collapse. And then he did collapse, his knees faltering under him. Stolas pulled him back up, pushing his shoulders down so the top of his chest and face were mashed into the table.
Stolas’ talons were digging into his thigh, sharp points of pain that had him gasping. He wanted to ask for more, wanted to beg Stolas for everything he could give him, but he couldn’t find the words. His mind was slowly becoming hazy at the edges, another orgasm creeping up on him.
There was a flash of pain at his shoulder, and he realized Stolas had bent over to nip at his shoulder blade before whispering into his neck. “You’re not allowed to cum again until I say so, do I make myself clear?”
Blitzø nodded, even as he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, he wanted desperately to please Stolas.
“I need the words, Blitzø.”
“Yes,” Blitzø gasped out. He would have told Stolas anything at that moment, but this was at least one thing he knew he could try his hardest at. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good boy,” Stolas’ voice was low as he said, and Blitzø felt it roll through his body like a tidal wave. “Mmm, I had a feeling that would have that effect.”
He wanted to curse Stolas out, but he was pretty sure if Stolas stopped fucking him right now he’d die, so he bit back the words. It didn’t matter anyway, Stolas let go of his tail and wrapped an arm around Blitzø’s chest to bring him up to his knees, his back flush against Stolas’ chest as he continued his rapid thrusting. The change of angle brought tears to his eyes. It felt so fucking good he could have cum right then if he wasn’t doing his damnest to hold it off. He lifted one arm over his head to sink his fingers into the feathers on Stolas’ shoulders. Having something to do with his hands made him feel better.
Stolas nipped at his shoulder, his own moans getting louder and louder. Now that Blitzø’s legs felt like they were working again he started meeting Stolas’ thrusts. The drag over his prostate was starting to edge into overstimulating, but he wouldn’t ask Stolas to stop. It felt good, too good, almost.
“Oh, fuck,” Stolas buried his face in Blitzø’s neck for a second before shoving him back down to the table. His thrusts sped up, his hips slamming into Blitzø’s ass again and again until he screamed as he came. There were tears running down Blitzø’s face, and he knew his dick was leaking precum all over the top of the table, but he held onto his resolve not to follow Stolas over that edge, even though he was certain he could get off from the feeling of Stolas cumming inside him alone.
When Stolas had ridden out his own orgasm he pulled out and flipped Blitzø around for the third time that day. Blitzø was certain he was going to have bruises on almost every part of his body, they’d go nicely with the little beak-shaped bite marks and the scratches on his thighs. He knew this scene was going to play his mind on an endless repeat for the next week at least.
Stolas climbed up onto the table to straddle Blitzø’s hips. He looked down at Blitzø’s dick, leaking all over his stomach, and then to his face. He reached up and swiped a finger through the tears running down his face, not the comforting gesture of wiping tears away, but something close. It made Blitzø’s throat close up. “I don’t expect you to last long, since you’re clearly so worked up, but do continue trying not to come until I tell you.”
Blitzø nodded again before he remembered that Stolas didn’t like that last time. “Whatever you want.”
The smile that crossed Stolas face was smug, and he sank directly onto Blitzø’s cock. He was always so warm and his cunt was so tight and wet. Blitzø sank his fingers into the feathers at Stolas’ thighs to ground himself, and then Stolas was lifting himself up and dropping back down, moaning the whole time.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off the orgasm. It felt like his whole body was a livewire, he could feel every single place where his skin was in contact with Stolas. The tears were flowing freely again, and his dick was starting to get the same overstimulated feeling as his prostate had.
“Stolas,” Blitzø’s voice was more moan than anything, but he tried to get the words out. “I don’t know how much longer I can-”
“Shut up,” Stolas cut him off as his talons sank into Blitzø’s chest, putting scratches from his collarbones to his stomach. Blitzø could tell he was close from the way his speed had picked up. He could read all of Stolas’ cues when they were like this, this was normal. He shifted his hips to help Stolas along, the feeling of him clenching his cunt around Blitzø’s shaft bringing him so close to the edge he could taste it.
“Please.” It was basically a sob, the desperation that Blitzø was trying to keep at bay coming back with a vengeance. “Please, Stols, please, please please.”
Stolas shifted so he was leaning back, his own dick hard again. He was stroking it with one hand, and Blitzø felt his hips stutter as he came again, his cum spurting across Blitzø’s face and chest. “Fine.”
Blitzø was so desperate that he ignored how deeply unconcerned Stolas sounded. It took only two thrusts into that tight little birdpuss before Blitzø’s second orgasm was rolling through him like a forest fire. It felt like it went on forever, like he’d be trapped in the heat and the pleasure that was so intense it bordered on pain for the rest of his life.
When it finally subsided he collapsed back onto the table, breathing heavily. Stolas climbed off him, and out of the corner of his eye Blitzø could see him retying his robe. Blitzø could still feel Stolas’ cum leaking out of his ass, as well as the splatters on his chest and face as they dried. He felt boneless and satisfied, a smirk working its way across his face.
“I told you that was all we needed, Stols.”
“Get out.”
Every muscle inside him locked up, alarm bells ringing inside his head. “What?”
“I said get out, Blitzø.”
Blitzø pushed himself into a sitting position. It was hard to stay like that, his muscles didn’t want to support him. Stolas had his arms crossed, his expression stone cold. Blitzø felt the panic he’d suffocated earlier rising up in him. This was supposed to fix shit. This was supposed to put them back to where they were before. But Stolas was still looking at him like he’d rather be seeing anyone else.
“Wait, Stolas, you can’t be serious.”
Stolas’ feathers fluffed up just a little. “I’m incredibly serious, Blitzø. You got your ‘angry fuck’ as you so delicately put it, and now I want you out.”
“Are you shitting me right now?” Blitzø knew the rough edge was back in his voice, knew that Stolas would be able to pick up on it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt like the ground he was standing on had suddenly turned to liquid. His brain was screaming at him, almost wordlessly except for a chorus of ‘nos’. “You’re really gonna kick me out after that?”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m serious before you understand it but I’m getting rather tired of it.”
Blitzø reached down to pull his pants up, it felt unfair to have this fight with Stolas fully covered and himself still exposed. Up until he remembered that Stolas had ripped them in half. “Fuck.”
Stolas snapped his fingers and the pants stitched themselves back together. Blitzø pulled them on, jumping off the table as he did. Sometimes it was hard not to marvel at Stolas’ magic, but this was not the time, he still couldn’t wrap his head around Stolas kicking him out now. Not after he’d used the only trick in his arsenal to fix things. Why hadn’t it fixed things?
“Just tell me what you want me to do, Stolas. I can-”
Throwing his hands up in the air Stolas turned and started walking away. “I want you to leave.”
Blitzø followed him, reaching out and catching the edge of his sleeve before he could get too far. “You can’t just fuck me and then kick me out.”
“You got what you wanted!” For the first time Stolas truly yelled, his voice echoing across the garden as his chest heaved. “You have a way to get to Earth. You got to feel like you earned it. What else could I even give you, right now? There is nothing left of me to offer to you.”
Blitzø recoiled. Despite the anger and the volume there was an undercurrent of… something. Sadness, maybe? The sick feeling was back in Blitzø’s stomach, ten times worse than it had been when he’d pulled into the palace driveway. He didn’t know what to say, he just knew that he couldn’t let Stolas walk away, couldn’t let him disappear into the palace without saying something, anything.
He swallowed a couple times, hoping the stalling would help him form words, would help the chaos inside his head resolve into something he could verbalize. He’d always been shit at feelings, that included his own, but he knew that if couldn’t say something he would never get the chance to again.
“Stolas, I-” He swallowed again, the lump in his throat making his voice come out strained. “I don’t want-”
“I don’t care what you want right now, Blitzø. Do you not understand that?”
And that ignited something inside his chest, something that burned away the pain and sadness and left only a core of molten hot anger. “Oh, fuck you. You never really cared about what I wanted anyway. It was always about what your princey ass wants.”
“How can you even say that?” The hurt in Stolas’ voice was clear, and it almost broke through the wall of anger, but Blitzø clung to it. The anger felt good, he knew how to handle it, knew how to keep the flame going even as it burned him. “Do you pay no attention to the things going on around you? Are you that self-centered that you cannot see the things others do for you?”
Blitzø let out a laugh with no humor in it. “You have a palace full of fucking staff and you want to talk about others doing things for me? When is the last time you looked in a fucking mirror, Stolas?”
“I can’t do this with you right now,” Stolas turned and started towards the door again. “I need you to leave, please. If you really feel like everything I’ve done is to benefit me only then fine, keep that idea of me in your head and listen to me one last time. Just go.”
For a reason Blitzø couldn’t explain, he let him. Stolas shut the door behind him softly, the click of the latch barely audible over the sounds of running water. Blitzø turned and kicked one of the chairs. It skidded across the stones of the patio with an audible screech. He felt like screaming. He felt like sobbing. He felt like the world around him was crashing down and he would be left alone with the ghosts of his mistakes and this pit in the center of his stomach.
He thought about picking up one of the chairs and hucking it into the pool. He thought about tearing every single one of the pillows into little shreds with his bare hands.
He thought about banging on the door until Stolas came to it and falling into his arms with all the apologies he could muster.
In the end, he only gathered up his things. He used a little of the pool water to wash his face and chest of Stolas’ cum before sliding his arms into his shirt and jacket, buttoning them back up. He scaled the garden wall again. The van was parked directly on the other side, and he climbed into the back and curled up into a little ball, refusing to let the tears fall even as they made his eyes burn.