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

~Unusual Morning~

A/N As I said, I'll be as active as possible. BTW TYSM TO ALL OF YALL FOR THE 4K READS!!!!!!

Nothing about Blitz whatsoever read as This Is A Morning Person. He would wake up half the time on the couch with his phone glued to his face and his boots still on. Other times he'd be half on his bed and half on the floor, or buried in feathers attached to an equally splayed-out-like-an-explosion body. Two piles on top of each other, too tired and too much shared history to pretend to look photogenic.

No matter what position he'd be in, Blitz woke up every single day, weekday or otherwise, at 5:30am. It was one of the few rituals he took pride in. A sort of I Am The Responsible Boss medal he could wear every morning. No matter what he'd end up doing when he got back, he would wake up at 5:30, down one cup of coffee, go for a run, shower, down a second cup of coffee, and assess the day from there.

Sometimes it was getting ready for work, sometimes it was scrolling on his phone while making a light breakfast, sometimes it was a quickie with Stolas before hightailing it to pick up his employees. It was a ritual he could cling to regardless of the situation he woke up in, to keep his mind and body in relative shape for grueling fieldwork.

So it was Sunday, and his alarm went off. His eyes snapped open and he tapped the "off" button on his phone, and assessed the situation.

Soft arms around him, a pillow of plumage pressing against the back of his head, talons sharp enough to cut glass but gentle enough to calm one's nerves holding him close to the aforementioned chest. He was in his own bed, so those long bird legs were curled up to spoon Blitz awkwardly but comfortably.

Fuck, I need to get a bigger bed. I need to afford to get a bigger bed.

These were the tough mornings. When ritual flew in the face of unimaginable comfort. He felt like a teenager clinging to the last blessed moments of sleep, being wrenched away by Old Man Obligations.

He felt one of the talons slide down his chest and to his stomach, stroking it and playing with some stray hairs. He felt warm breath against his neck as Stolas yawned and cooed in that gentle, contented way he'd never admit drove him crazy.

He felt that Ritual could for once take a back seat to whatever the bird was doing to him right now.

Stolas pulled the comforter over them both, whining softly from being stirred awake. He cocooned them both and pushed Blitz's face deep into his chest. Blitz forgot how strong Stolas could be when he wanted to. Most of the times he wanted to revolve around the bedroom in one way or another, this was no different.

Blitz breathed in lavender and shivered, his tail reflexively twitching from the sensation. He nuzzled his face deeper still into the plumage.

"Going for your run?" Stolas murmured, dragging a finger down Blitz's back.

"You keep doing that and I won't need the run," Blitz purred.

Stolas hummed, rubbing and scratching Blitz's back, feeling little bursts of air from his wagging tail. Blitz started placing kisses into the plumage and rolled his hips against Stolas'. His petting was crossing over into the heavy variety, slowly stroking Stolas' hips and his curled up legs.

"You're always so warm in the morning." Blitz said. "You're like a big electric blanket"

"Mmm, yes , darling, compare me to more appliances, it really gets me going," Stolas tittered, pulling Blitz's head up to meet his gaze.

"Hi," Blitz said.

"Hello," Stolas replied, sliding both hands into the hips of Blitz's briefs and pulling him closer to kiss him, lazily, gently, with a bit of first thing in the morning hunger.