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

~Kinks~

A/N Quick smut story before the other chapter!! wrote this a while ago... Wanted to share it with y'all!

In spite of what many demons (including M&M) assumed about their relationship, Blitzø wasn't actually a total dominant. Even without the weird power dynamics they were still dancing around, he had always been a versatile switch with a preference for being in charge. So, when Stolas had wanted to practice some knot-tying tonight, Blitzø had agreed. He'd had a long day of caving skulls and slicing throats, and sitting back while Stolas did most of the work sounded pretty damn good.

Of course, Stolas had to make things complicated by tying more segmented knots instead of a traditional weaving shibari tie, but he had always liked to experiment. Blitzø hadn't fallen asleep or lost focus, so it must not have taken too long. He would check the clock, but it was on the nightstand somewhere behind his head, and he wasn't in the mood to get punished enough to put in the effort to turn his whole body around.

"The bight goes over the other end, around, and then..." Stolas pulled on the rope, finally tightening the last knot. He slipped two fingers against Blitzø's inner thigh suddenly, making him flinch. "That feels good enough for me, how are you darling?"

Now Blitzø's thighs were locked together, just like his wrists, biceps, and ankles. His tail was tied to one leg, with ropes knotted at the midpoint and the bottom near his space. He would need to keep an eye on that one; his tail might look strong, but if he laid on it wrong and lost circulation his balance would totally be fucked. A rudimentary harness crisscrossed his body from his chest down to his hips.

He shifted, feeling the ropes press against him more. A few of the knots could stand to be tightened, but he was still trapped enough that it would be a struggle to get loose, so he decided to let it slide.

"I'm fine." Blitzø wiggled his tail, but the most he could do was make the tip of it curl up towards Stolas. "Are we getting to the part where you fuck me yet?"

"Yes, thank you for waiting patiently. You're such a good boy." Stolas cooed. He leaned in, his feathers brushing against Blitzø's cheek as he kissed his forehead.

Stolas' words sent a shiver up his spine. Normally Blitzø could keep a pretty good poker face, but the tone of voice and the gentleness of his touch filled him with a familiar, long-suppressed urge. He huffed as Stolas pulled away, a disgustingly needy ache filling his chest. No, shit, this wasn't one of the things he wanted to get into tonight...

"What?" Blitzø asked, tilting his head as Stolas looked at him with a grin that made him want to curl up and hide under the bed. "Something on my face? I can't exactly fix that, you're going to—"

"Do you like it when I call you a good boy?" Stolas asked, his grin widening into something predatory at whatever he saw in Blitzø's eyes. "Oh, you do, that's adorable."

Blitzø tried his best to tamp down the panic, cursing himself and whatever stupid being decided to create him. "Can you dial back the condescension until you start touching my dick?"

Stolas moved one hand to his bound shoulder and rubbed it gently. He frowned slightly, his fingers slipping underneath the ropes as he squeezed at the tense muscle. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Blitzy."

Since when did he get so good at reading him? It was uncomfortable. He looked away, hating himself even more for sulking. He really was an ungrateful brat.

Stolas touched the side of his face, and he seemed calm when Blitzø finally looked back at him. "Do you want me to stop, darling?"

"It's your night, do whatever you want." He shrugged again, tempted to move more violently and feel the ropes tighten around him. It wouldn't really help, but the pain might distract him a bit.