Stolitz Smutshots

❤️ ~ Under The Cloak Of Night.

When you accidentally give yourself a hickey :>

Currently writing this part on a date because I haven't posted in a week lol

TW: None.

Kinks: Choking, head, good boy.

Plot: Just Stolas getting absolutely pounded by his imp <3

Total time for writing: 2: 15: 06

Question of the day: Favourite show?
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Stolas unbuttoned his shirt, smirking as he ran a finger over the Imp's chest. "I'm so glad you've decided to stay, Blitzy... You came for some special access, hm...?" The bird smiled, looking at the red man under him.

"Stolas, I'm only here to let off some steam, nothing more." Blitzø  mumbled, stretching as he felt Stolas' delicate claws draw over his chest. "Besides, figured you'd be happy to be my plaything for tonight anyways." He smirked, holding the hand that wasn't on his chest.

Stolas hummed a little in response, shedding his shirt somewhere on the floor and sitting on the bed. "You wouldn't be wrong, Blitzy..." The prince whispered in his ear, gripping one of Blitzø's horns. "So... What did you bring for me tonight, hm?"

Blitzø smirked, running a hand through the birds feathers. "I have something I know you'll like... Directly from Fizzarolli..." He whispered seductively, running a hand over the birds neck.

Stolas shivered happily, his feathers ruffling under his hands. "Something from Fizzarolli...? That must be thrilling then..."

The Imp nodded, pulling out a whip. "So... What's the occasion, hm? You've been denying me to stay over for weeks... What now?" Blitzø asked, sitting up.

The birds eyes lit up at the sight, a shiver running through his body again as he looked back up to Blitz with pleading crimson eyes. He leaned back against the bed, spreading his arms. "I may have been slightly avoiding you..." He murmured shamelessly.

Stolas pulled Blitzø down, feeling him on his chest. Blitzø smiled in return, reaching to his lower areas and grabbing his crotch. "Gonna fuck that puss rough for that... You got a better reason?"

The birds whole demeanour shifted with a shudder as a shaky breath escaped his beak. He spread his legs slowly, looking down to the imp and panting softly. "I missed you and didn't want to admit it." He whispered, his voice trembling.

Blitzø raised a brow, waiting for the bird to continue. He had to admit, seeing Stolas this flustered was... Rather new.

"Go on," he muttered, pressing his hands against the owls thin waist, rubbing circles against sensitive skin, "I'm listening..."

Stolas couldn't hold back a whimper, looking down at the imp and biting his lip. "I..." He muttered, taking a shaky breath. "I...I..."

For once, the normally so eloquent prince of hell couldn't find his words. His face was becoming flustered as he looked away again, shifting underneath the smaller imp.

Blitzø looked down at his face, grabbing Stolas' neck harshly. "Hm? Tell me... You need a better reason than that if you want it how YOU like it..." He growled, a small satisfied purr coming from his throat.

The owl keened softly, his eyes half shut as his neck was grabbed, a shudder running through his body. "Mmmnn... It's just..." He paused and turned his face away, biting back a moan as he shifted again. "...It's... Embarrassing..."

Blitzø tilted his head curiously, a smirk on his lips. "Oh?" He whispered, leaning close to the birds ear. "And what could be so embarrassing..." He began to nibble at the sensitive skin, "That you're too shy to say it to me... Your favourite Imp?"