Stolitz Smutshots

❤️ ~ The Full Moon.

TW: None.

Kinks: Soft sex to rough sex, mild choking, 'Good Boy' kink, pulling kink.

Plot: Just two horny as fuck Demons roughing it out together. (First time writing smut-)
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"Stolas!!" The Imp man shouted from down the balcony. He grabbed his huge bag full of... Something or other, mostly just things for Stolas. "This bag is fucking heavy!" He groaned, dragging it behind him.

The Imp looked up at the terrace, debating on whether to just tough it out and try carry the bag up the wall himself, then steps approached the terrace, and a feathered head appeared. "Blitz!" The owl called out with a coo, leaning his arms on the marquee.

Stolas looked down, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "Glad you're on time, for once." He rumbled, watching him drag the bag.

"Well, yeah that's nice and all. Get this bag up there before I break your back." He spoke up, climbing up over the Marquee. He landed on the balcony floor, pulling the rope that the bag was attached to. "Decided to bring some stuff, figured your horny ass would want something different."

Stolas smiled at that, helping the smaller man to pull the bag up. "How considerate of you, Blitz." He smiled, a small hum of approval coming from him. "So what exactly is in the bag then, hm?" The bird leant over his shoulder, looking at the bag.

"Some... Stuff." He mumbled with a smirk. "You'll see when we get inside, Stolas." Blitz dragged the bag inside, dumping it on the floor. "What have you got for me tonight then, huh?" He sighed, looking back at the feathered man.

Stolas smiled, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I was thinking... A little alone time?" He whispered in his ear, his hand slowly trailing up his chest to grab the Imp's neck, feeling the soft shivers coming from the man below him.

"Obviously, you dumb fuck... I meant what you want for me to do tonight..." Blitz spoke in a hushed voice, feeling his skin tingle from the touches.

Stolas gripped his neck, humming slightly to himself. "Something... More soft than usual. We've done everything under the sun, I want some time to just sit back." Stolas smiled, running his sharp claws over the Imp's delicate skin.

"Should have told me before I made the company go bust on toys." Blitz sighed, looking up at Stolas and leaning into the touch a little. "But I wouldn't mind that, I suppose..." He smiled, turning to look at the demon.

Stolas hummed in approval, watching as the small man crawled onto the bed and laid on it. Stolas looked back at the bag, slowly reaching down and peeking inside at its contents. The bag was full of straps and ropes, as well as... A lot of things, really.

"We had different plans, didn't we?" The feathered man looked over at Blitz, watching carefully as he sat up and looked at the bag. "I suppose, but we can just use them another time." He mumbled, looking away at the candles.

Stolas stood up, going inside the room and sitting next to him on the bed. "How is the Grimoire treating you?" He spoke, looking down at his companion. Blitz shrugged. "It works, I suppose. Sex isn't a big payment for access to human souls."

Stolas chuckled a little, reaching down to place a hand on his chest. "You know... That payment would be useful right about now..." Stolas leant down, watching a tiny blush coming onto the smaller, feeling his own wings start to ruffle in apprehension.

Blitz smirked, sitting up and feeling the soft feathers on Stolas' shoulders and neck. "Oh yeah, ready for your payment, huh?" He smirked, trailing his hands through the rows of thick, delicate feathers.