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

~After the full moon~

A/N Here is more for y'all cuz why not

Blitzø untied the last knot, setting Stolas loose from his bonds. The harness had taken him almost thirty minutes to tie at the start of their session, but opening it up was easier. Stolas didn't squirm, still lying boneless on the bed. He never shut up for long, but for a few blissful minutes each Full Moon, there was silence. Even the voices in his head were quiet as Blitzø ran his hands over Stolas' back, combing through his soft feathers.

Stolas cooed, and Blitzø rested his tail on the back of Stolas' thigh as he slipped off the bed. It was a silent reassurance that he wasn't leaving, just getting a bruise cream from Stolas' nightstand. Stolas prepared everything in advance, from the costumes to the supplies to help bring them back after a session. Tonight Blitzø had whipped everything from Stolas' back down to his thighs, and now it was his job to soothe it. Blitzø knew he was a shitty guy, but he would be double-damned if anyone ever called him a bad dom.

He climbed back on the bed, straddling Stolas' lower back. Stolas was stupidly tall, so Blitzø had to hover over him as he applied the cream to his shoulders. The sight of Stolas covered in his marks sent a thrill through Blitzø, but there wasn't as much fire in him. All of that had been thoroughly drained by Stolas.

"That's a good bird," Blitzø said, working his way down Stolas' body. He dabbed the cream on with a careful hand, trying his best to apply it directly on the skin. It was impossible to keep Stolas' feathers from clumping a bit, but Blitzø knew Stolas would clean himself up in the morning.

"Thank you, Blitzy." Stolas' voice was quieter than usual, and slightly hoarse from his screeching earlier. "You were amazing."

Blitzø's face burned, and he was glad Stolas couldn't see how much simple praise effected him. "Yeah, yeah. You did good too. Took that riding crop like a champ." Blitzø leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the back of Stolas' neck.

He shuffled down the bed, stopping once he was straddling the top of Stolas' knees. Stolas whimpered as Blitzø touched his ass, groping it playfully before he applied the cream there too. Blitzø took advantage of the moment, staring at Stolas' body intensely as he soothed Stolas. He had to hold himself back for the rest of the month, so tonight he drank up as much as he could without making his needs obvious. If Stolas knew how much Blitzø wanted him, then he might hold it over Blitzø.

Once Blitzø was done with that, he got up again to get a washcloth. He carefully wiped in between Stolas' legs, smirking as Stolas whined. He was hypersensitive, and Blitzø spent a bit longer than he really needed to cleaning his cum from Stolas' cloaca and inner thighs. He couldn't help it, if he wasn't a sadist then he wouldn't have lasted one night with Stolas.

Blitzø cleaned himself off too, tossing the washcloth on the ground behind him. If it wasn't tossed into the laundry by Stolas tomorrow, then one of his staff members would surely get to it. Blitzø climbed back on the bed, obligingly letting Stolas pull him close. Stolas was so damn tall, but he curled around Blitzø, hiding his face in Blitzø's shoulder. Blitzø petted Stolas, resting one hand on Stolas' head and the other on Stolas' hip. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Stolas' lanky, soft body pressing against his. Despite the size difference, they still fit together well.

Blitzø had no way to keep track of time, but he spoke again once he felt like it had been long enough. "You feeling okay?"

Stolas hesitated, knowing what the question meant. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Good." Blitzø leaned back slightly, guiding Stolas' head away from him. He held Stolas' jaw with one hand, pressing into a kiss. Stolas kissed him desperately, his tongue wrapping around Blitzø's like he was trying to inhale it. Blitzø let Stolas kiss him for a bit longer, but he moved back when he needed to breathe. "I'm gonna head home then."

Blitzø got as far as putting on his pants before Stolas spoke out. He was never dishonest about needing more aftercare, but he often came up with excuses to get Blitzø to stay longer. A hot bath, an offer for a movie, anything to keep Blitzø there. Blitzø knew what it meant, even if he desperately tried to ignore it.

This time Stolas didn't beat around the bush, though.

"Would you stay the night?" Stolas asked, looking horribly vulnerable. "I can give you a nice breakfast before you head to work." He reached out, but didn't quite touch Blitzø's face. Their deal was about fucking, not spending the night. He knew that he didn't have any claim to Blitzø, but he was still asking, hope spread across his features. A demon prince had no right to look so sweet.

Blitzø knew he'd regret this in the morning. He was still struggling with his own feelings, and spending more time with Stolas only pulled him closer to something he knew he didn't—couldn't—want. Blitzø might pretend he didn't have any self control, but he was actually decent at holding himself back when it came to things like this. Lately his patience had been wearing thin, and while he wanted to resist, Stolas' pleading puppy-dog eyes pulled him in. If it was just this once, it would be fine. Blitzø could enjoy himself, then get out before he was in too deep.

"Sure." Blitzø leaned forward, pressing his face into Stolas' hand. Stolas' thin, clawed fingers held Blitzø so gently, giving him a kindness he didn't deserve, but Blitzø lapped it up greedily. "I don't eat breakfast, though. I just drink coffee."

"Of course," Stolas agreed quietly. When Blitzø opened his eyes, he was smiling softly, his entire face lit up with affection. "Whatever you wish, my darling. I can even pop up to the mortal world and bring you some from there, if that's what you prefer."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, asshole." Blitzø grumbled, flopping down on the bed next to Stolas. "I'm not gonna be hanging around for long once I wake up. Unlike you, some of us have to work tomorrow."

"I won't. Any time with you is precious to me, darling." Stolas opened his arms, pulling Blitzø close. He let Blitzø make himself comfortable, and Blitzø rested his head on Stolas' chest.

"Good night, Blitzy." Stolas' beak pressed against the top of his head, planting a kiss between his horns.

Instead of replying, Blitzø made an obnoxiously loud fake snore. Stolas giggled, then that set Blitzø off and he started laughing too. After a few minutes they both settled down again, and Blitzø curled his tail around Stolas' waist as he relaxed.

Stolas began playing with the spikes on the back of Blitzø's head and neck, tracing his fingers around the base of them. Blitzø was already tired, but being touched there was like hitting him with chloroform. He didn't try to resist, letting sleep pull him under. Stolas kept moving his fingers, rubbing Blitzø's back soothingly as he drifted off.