Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Fluffiness~

The whole school can come and suck my a- ANYWAYS back with another lil story for y'all, Enjoy!

Blitzø might make fun of Stolas for being old-fashioned, but he had to admit, there's some appeal to the prince's lighting situation. Those fancy pants candles may look ridiculous, but the dim red light they cast is actually kind of pretty. It certainly made Stolas look good, the light catching the edge of his feathers and making them glow. The candles had been placed near the bed, illuminating the line of Stolas' body from his head down to his talons. It caught the edge of his chest as he turned, shadows flickering across the fluff in a way that made it look achingly soft. The colour was too pale to rival the piercing red shade of his eyes glowing with hellish magic, though.

"Good evening, darling," Stolas purred, all smug grin and long legs as he poses on the bed. He wore a sheer babydoll and nothing else, the silky white cloth accenting his grey feathers. It made him look strangely pure, even if Blitzø had already defiled him in so many ways that he'd lost count.

"Hey." Blitzø tossed the book on the nightstand, the thick grimoire landing with a heavy thump. "So, what kind of play is this supposed to be? Wait, lemme guess: poor, neglected housewife who is defenceless against an intruder?"

"No." Stolas shifted slightly, letting Blitzø see something he'd missed in the low light. There were flower petals scattered on the bed, the heavy scent of roses mixing with Stolas' usual lilac perfume. "I just want my Blitzy tonight." He lay back completely, raising his hands above his head. His eyes shifted, tiny white pupils becoming visible as he stared Blitzø down. "Take me, master."

Well damn, Blitzø wasn't going to say no to that. He shed his coat and boots as he climbed on top of Stolas, letting them fall to the side of the bed in a chaotic mess. Stolas spread his legs, letting Blitzø settle between them. The nightgown crept higher on his thighs, close to exposing him completely.

"This set up is nice, but you'd better not be expecting some vanilla shit." Blitzø warned, a slight frown on his face as he looked down at Stolas.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Stolas licked his lips, grabbing the pillow behind his head. The bitch still looked too pretty for his own good, a red flush creeping across his cheeks as he waited for Blitzø to touch him.

They sometimes hung out outside of their transactional fucks, but this was new. There was a different energy in the bedroom tonight, less horny and more... passionate. Stolas was usually ready to go by the time Blitzø got there, only waiting for Blitzø to tie him down and shove his dick inside of him. Stolas was also a brat who demanded he get his way, but he was being strangely quiet tonight. It was like he was a totally different submissive, and Blitzø wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Especially because of the funny pinching feeling he got in his chest as Stolas titled his head, giving him a confused look that was far too adorable for a demon prince.

As Blitzø stared down at his situationship, he decided that these feelings were a problem for future-Blitzø to deal with. He had a bird to ravish. He leaned over Stolas, slipping his hands under the babydoll as he buried his face into Stolas' chest. Stolas moaned as Blitzø's sharp teeth brushed against his skin, wrapping his legs around Blitzø's waist. It was clear that he was still eager, and Blitzø was happy to pound Stolas into the mattress, whether it was covered in rose petals or not.

—x—

The candles burned down, the flames flickering as the reached the stubs. Wax dripped and hardened, coating the metal that held them up. The process was gradual enough that neither man in the bed noticed, too occupied with each other.

One round bled into the next, with Blitzø using the scraps of Stolas' babydoll to tie his wrists behind his back. The prince's powers were far too great to let a simple cloth restrain him, but he acted totally helpless. He moaned Blitzø's name as he came for the final time, his voice choking on a whine. Blitzø sunk his teeth into Stolas' shoulder, muffling any moans that escaped his throat as he filled Stolas up. The prince's hole squeezed his dick, and Blitzø rolled his hips, giving Stolas everything that he had left.

He pulled out with a sigh, flopping down on the bed next to Stolas. "That's it, I'm out for tonight."

It took Stolas almost a minute to reply, not moving from where Blitzø had shoved him. "Mmm, that was more than enough."

Blitzø forced himself to sit up again. Even when he was tired, his fingers still easily opened the knot on Stolas' wrists. Blitzø dropped the cloth down on the bed, letting it join the crumpled petals and stains from their session. He would pity the poor bastard who had to clean it, but knowing Stolas, the maid had probably dealt with worse messes.

Blitzø sat back, looking over Stolas' body. Only a few of the candles were still burning, and the room was lit with a faint pink light, like the softer dawn before the hellish sun. He had to squint slightly, but he could still make out the marks he'd left on Stolas' body. The bite and scratch marks were clear stains of red, but Blitzø knew there must be bruises hiding under the prince's feathers too. He ran one hand over Stolas' side, tracing the marks gently.

"Thank you, darling." Stolas turned to look at him, propping his head up on one hand. Blitzø quickly looked away, shame burning in his chest at being caught staring. Thankfully, Stolas was in a good enough mood not to tease him about it. "Would you care for a cigarette?"

Blitzø shook his head, shifting to lie on the bed next to Stolas. He was too tired to make conversation, he just wanted to relax. "Nah, I'm beat. I'm just gonna go to sleep."

In the months since Blitzø had first stolen Stolas' magic book, he had come to appreciate the prince's sheets. They were soft and silky, but somehow always just warm enough. Blitzø wasn't sure if it was because they were magic, or just so fancy that it felt like it.

"Of course." Stolas flicked his finger, and a small current of wind flowed through the room. The last candles were extinguished, leaving only their eyes to give any light. "Good night, Blitzy."

"G'nite Stolas." Blitzø mumbled, turning his back to the prince. He knew that sometime in the night, Stolas would wind up clinging to him like a teddy bear, so he tried to get himself in a comfortable position. The prince's chest was soft, but waking up with a mouth full of feathers was not pleasant.

Blitzø felt Stolas shifting next to him, but he stayed still. He kept his breathing calm and even, barely moving as Stolas' arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Blitzø's tail flicked slightly, then curled around one of Stolas' thighs. In the dark, it was hard to tell how big the room was. Blitzø finally closed his eyes, letting himself relax into Stolas' embrace. The prince's feathers were even softer than the sheets, and the slow circles Stolas rubbed into his hip helped Blitzø relax. The two of them might come from totally different worlds, but at least in his own head, Blitzø could admit that he had enjoyed tonight.