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

~The joy of being useful~

A/N back with the Stolitz lol. Just enjoy I guess.

"Listen, for the last fucking time we don't offer discounts on twins." Blitzø growled into his phone.

Stolas quivered, both at the murderous trill in his lover's voice and at the way Blitzø's cock shifted inside his cloaca as the imp leaned back. He kept still and silent, just as he'd been ordered, his face buried in his bicep as Blitzø argued with someone Stolas didn't care to know the identity of.

He was tied spread-eagle and face-down, a pillow under his hips and a belt around his neck. Blitzø had warmed him up with the crop and had been playing with his cunt for nearly an hour before he'd taken mercy on Stolas and shoved his fat cock into the bird's more than willing body. Then the fucking phone had rung.

"Blitzy if you stop to answer that-"

Blitzø smacked his ass harshly. "Hush. It's the business line. Don't make a fucking peep."

Stolas whimpered and tried to close his legs to trap his lover, but the ropes held tight. "Blitzø, Blitzø please-"

"Shh! I'm not going anywhere." Another harsh slap had Stolas whimpering. "Be a good birdie and keep my dick warm while I take this."

He'd been so caught off guard by the order he'd nearly cum right then, but the lack of movement and sensation held him back. He was so flummoxed that once the initial surprise wore off, he remained as still and silent as he possibly could. Blitzø made another vicious little comment, and Stolas' cloaca squeezed tight around the imp's cock. He had a moment of panic--had that been a disobedient act on his part?--until Blitzø's hand stroked his hip.

Petting him.

Stolas let out a shaky breath and let himself melt.

"Yeah, can you hold for a minute?" Blitzø said behind him. "I need to check some numbers. Great, thanks-" There was a soft beep and Blitzø kneaded the curve of his waist. "Sorry babe, this fucking putz wants- eh, it doesn't matter. It's gonna be a minute." Stolas huffed as Blitzø leaned down to kiss the small of his back. "You're being so good right now, so just lay there and don't do anything."

Stolas's eyes slammed shut, and he felt his entire body go taut.

"No! Stolas is TERRIBLE in bed! I swear to fuck he just lays there staring at the wall, and I have to do everything! It's embarrassing!"

The first time he had laid with Stella had been an unmitigated disaster. She had wanted him on top, had ordered him where to place his knees, where to rub his fingers, how to grind their cloaca together. He had slipped and stumbled and the third time he had scratched her with his talons, Stella had shoved him off with a huff. "This isn't working." She grumbled. "We'll try again when you aren't so fucking drunk."

He had been terrifyingly sober that night, though.

The second time, she had told him to just lay there, and she'd do all the work, and informed him that he would make it up to her next time by copying what she did tonight.

The third time ended with her throwing a footstool at his head and breaking a vase.

"Why are you so fucking USELESS?!" She had screamed at him. "Why can't you do this one fucking thing right? Do you think I want to waste my time and effort over and over while you figure out what the fuck you're doing?" Stolas flinched as she threw a slipper at him, letting it bounce off his chest. "You can't just fucking lay there you idiot!"

Blitzø's hand pet down his spine. "Easy, birdbrain. I ain't going anywhere. You're doing great." Bit by bit, Stolas unclenched as Blitzø picked the phone up again and unmuted. "Hey, thanks for holding; now, like I said. We don't offer discounts for twins, but we are offering a two-for-one deal on mafiosos while our sniper works out some daddy issues." His hand settled on Stolas' hip again, just sitting there. Holding him.