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

~Hurt Me~

A/N A LOT of kinks, just a quick warning. Enjoy...

Stolas was prone to many different moods, and Blitzø quickly learned how to read them (and of course, he only did so in order to preserve the favor of his feathery meal-ticket, not because he actually gave a shit) over their many rendezvous. For how airy and aloof that feathered nympho tried to present himself, he was pretty shit at hiding his emotions.

There were nights where Stolas was downright chipper, almost to the point of irritation, and he liked to draw things out and play dumbass games. Often, the lanky kinkster threw costumes and bad-porn-level roleplay into the mix, but his chipper moods were what Blitzø considered relatively vanilla. Of course, nothing was ever really vanilla with Stolas, but on these nights he liked to be held and touched gently, and to do the same to Blitzø, which was... weird. It wasn't exactly bad, just... unusual, and it was hard to tell which way the luck fell that these moods were few and far between.

There were the nights where Blitzø came over and Stolas was angry. The assassin would barely have time to open the balcony doors before Stolas was on top of him, and he was the most insatiable during those nights. He'd claw and demand and spit the blackest filth in Blitzø's ear until even the imp was clutching at his pearls. It would take a full night, well into the next morning, for Blitzø to finally wring the last of the frenetic energy out of the royal birdbrain. When he did, Stolas would fall into an exhausted heap and smile in that soft way he sometimes did. The smile where he wasn't being a fake-cheery, catty little bitch, but was looking at Blitzø like, in some much nicer other reality, Stolas actually had feelings for him.

Blitzø liked when Stolas was feeling playful. Since this was his most common mood, it was hard to tell exactly what triggered it; When he was happy, it was because he'd done something that day to feel like he'd finally gotten one over on that horrible ex-wife of his. When he was pissy, it was usually because he and Stella had been sniping at one another until they both grew too red in the face to continue. When he was in these sillier moods, Blitzø suspected it was because Stolas had too much free time on his hands these days and had found some new smut novel to get ideas from. He'd caught the owl with one once and he thought Stolas would combust from how red his face went. When he got in these moods, he was giggly and affectionate and kinky and something about it all made Blitzø feel like there were a thousand bees buzzing around inside his body. But in a good way.

Sometimes, he would come over and Stolas would be all heavy sighs and tired eyes. These melancholy moods usually came along after some royal shindig, or when the idiot forgot to take his pills for a few days because he was too busy reading the stars. On those nights, he was more subdued; He wanted to lay back, his long body stretched across the bed, and let Blitzø work him over. Stolas liked to be borderline worshiped on those nights, with actions if not with words. And of course, Blitzø would never admit to enjoying those nights; in fact, he'd make sure he reamed that privileged blue-blood bitch extra good the morning after, just to make sure he knew what a pain in the ass he was. And while he did, he'd bring Stolas a glass of water and the bright pink bottle and stand there with a fist on his hip until Stolas obediently swallowed the pills. Stolas would just give him that weird, soft smile and pet his horns and call him disgustingly sweet things.

All those moods, Blitzø could handle in stride. Stolas was fucking needy and kinky and weird and a god-dammned loudmouth, but he was pretty easy to keep happy in the sack.

The nights where Blitzø came over and Stolas didn't come to greet him, though... those nights were hard. He'd come over and Stolas would be all hunched-shoulders and haunted-eyes, barely able to lift his head to look at Blitzø under the weight of his internal suffering. He'd try to insist that it was okay if Blitzø wanted to cancel tonight; that, really darling, I'm alright, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather. And Blitzø knew what was really going on in Stolas's head those nights, because Blitzø had nights like that himself. And so he knew exactly what to give Stolas on those nights, because he always wanted the exact same thing.