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

~New Move?~

A/N Not sure about the title, might think of another one later on.

Stolas had a new move.

Stolas never had a new fucking move before, especially not one that rocked Blitzø's fucking world so throughly that he hadn't even realized what was happening until he'd already come.

One minute they'd been getting kinky, some of that non-vanilla fuckery but still all things they'd done before. The next minute Stolas had somehow lifted him so that Blitzø sat straddled on the owl's hips almost as if he were riding Stolas cowgirl style except...except Blitzø was still inside him.

Stolas squeezed his own legs together and, oh fuck, somehow he felt tighter than he already was. He laid a palm on Blitzø's chest and pushed him backward, forcing Blitzø to brace himself on Stolas's thighs so he didn't fall over.

"Move," Stolas instructed.

And he did, rocking his hips forward, grinding into him, because it was hot as shit when Stolas took charge. It felt fucking incredible. His dick throbbed through that wet heat. Right away he knew he was fucked; that ache in his throat from the moan he wasn't going to be able to hold back, the firehot coil burning deep in him.

Shit.

And when his hips stuttered and he blew his load early, the bitchass owl looked so fucking smug about it.

So Stolas had a new move.

And Blitzø wanted to know who the fuck taught it to him because he sure as fuck hadn't.

They sat on the bed afterward, sharing a cigarette. Stolas hadn't said anything yet, but it had to be coming. He still looked too pleased about the whole thing and not in the way that he usually did when Blitzø had fucked him within an inch of his life.

No, this was pleased in a secret way, in a knowing way.

Well, fuck him.

Blitzø wasn't going to ask. He exhaled, passing the cigarette to Stolas who took it daintily and drew a few breaths before he passed it back.

Yeah, fuck him. Stolas must've learned it from a book or something. The owl was horny enough to try anything and he was always reading that slutty bullshit.

Stolas snuggled down into the blankets but kept his hands to himself. He didn't even try to cuddle or ask Blitzø to stay like usual.

Blitzø put his cigarette out.

"So what the fuck was that?"

Dammit. Couldn't even keep his mouth shut for five fucking minutes.

"What was what?" Stolas answered lazily.

Blitzø narrowed his eyes. Under the blanket, his tail flicked, knocking into Stolas. "You know that..." He made a flipping motion with his hands. "You learn that shit from one of your whore-y fucking books?"

Stolas chuckled and spread out on his stomach, pushing one long arm underneath his pillow. He rested his head there and looked up at Blitzø who still sat against the headboard.

"No," he said and his smile widened, teasing, "But you liked it."

Fuck, now he was going to blush like a dumb hoe because this twink ass bitch was stupid hot and irritating and right.

"Whatever." He laid down in Stolas's huge bed with its silk sheets and rolled onto his side, facing away from the owl. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through it.

After a few minutes, he rolled back over and pressed a hoof into Stolas's side, making the other open his eyes.

"Yes?" Stolas asked, mildly irritated. The feathers of his face stuck up in odd ways from their earlier fucking when Blitzø had been in control and rocking Stolas's world with his cock.

Probably.

Maybe...

Did that even satisfy him anymore?

"Porn?" he asked.

Stolas scoffed and turned his head away. "No," he answered.

Blitzø went back to his phone. This time he texted Moxxie.

Blitzø: how u lern n3w moovs?
Blitzø: 4 fuckin
Mox4Cox: Are you having problems in the bedroom with His Highness?
Blitzø: no FU
Mox4Cox: Isn't this something you usually consult Millie about?
Blitzø: stop redding hour massages. U ruen suprizes
Blitzø: also fuck you
Blitzø: srysly
Blitzø: bird bitch switc8ed upon me
Mox4Cox: Millie said she learned her new stuff from porn or the internet or something an ex taught her.

Well, Stella didn't teach Stolas jack shit. He knew that much.

Blitzø: he sid no pron no slut book

The little typing bubble appeared and disappeared and appeared again until it left for good.

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck shit.

So Stolas was having mind-blowing fuck sessions with some rando and all Blitzø had was mediocre nights with fuck boys like Chaz.

Okay.

Whatever.

He totally wasn't going to have a meltdown about this.

Blitzø's phone pinged with a new message. There was a disgruntled sigh from the bird behind him.

MillsVanils: Heard you're having boy problems.

Just because Moxx was married didn't mean he had to share every single fucking thing with Millie.

Blitzø: no
MillsVanils: Aw, I feel bad for you.

Stolas made a clicking sound that said he was getting cranky. "Would you mind turning your ringer off, Blitzø?"

Oh, so the bird had a mouth on him now too, huh?

After turning his ringer to vibrate, Blitzø was in the middle of texting back shit that he didn't care about—not asking for advice—when another text from Millie came through.

MillsVanils: I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one!
MillsVanils: Gotcha! Now we're even for ya fucking Chaz

Out of spite, he blocked her.

Blitzø set his phone down and laid face down in the pillows. Maybe he would suffocate.

Why did Stolas even have him over? To show off? To remind himself why they had stopped fucking in the first place?

"Blitzø," Stolas called his name softly.

He turned his head to the side and opened an eye. "What?"

Stolas watched him for a moment, those four red lights glowing against his white face. Long black arms reached out and gently took hold of him, dragging him firmly against Stolas's body.

"Sleep with me," Stolas requested.

"I already did that."

The owl pressed his sharp beak to the top of Blitzø's head between his horns and the pinch of pain made it feel like he was being scolded.

"Fine," he grumbled, returning the hug and not clinging to Stolas like a second skin.

"It is good to have you here again," Stolas said.

Blitzø scoffed and pushed his face into feathers. Probably said that to every Tom, Dick, and Balls that came through here.

"I missed you," Stolas said. His hands wove in between Blitzø's spines effortlessly, kneading the muscles in his back.

Kiss ass.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, darling."