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Stolas feels as if his entire being has been set aflame — it’s as if he can feel every single atom that makes up his tall, lanky body shaking and quivering with what Blitz is doing to him.
He told Blitz, many a time, that eating him out wasn’t necessary, that he was perfectly fine with Blitz just fucking him until he feels as if he’ll break; it would be nice to receive that kind of pleasure, but it isn’t necessary for him.
It stayed that way for months. Blitz throwing himself over his balcony every month, making his way in between Stolas’ legs and sliding his cock inside him like it belongs there.
This time, however, it’s different. It’s vastly different.
It starts out the same, Blitz throwing himself over the balcony and announcing himself loudly: “Stolllllllllllas. Spread your legs, bitch.”
Stolas is lying on his bed, reading whatever book has caught his eye that day. Without hesitating, he spreads his legs. “Let me finish this chapter.”
Blitz takes the book and tosses it aside. Stolas huffs in annoyance and says, “I wasn’t finished. And now I’ve lost my page.”
Blitz doesn’t respond. He’s already crawling onto the bed and yanking Stolas’ pants down.
“No underwear?” Blitz asks, poking his thigh, “Damn, you’re really fucking wanting it today, huh? Can’t resist this shit.”
Stolas spreads his legs more, allowing Blitz to have easier access. “I thought it would be easier,” Stolas answers, “Get up here.”
“No.”
“No?”
Blitz runs his finger along Stolas’ thigh. “I’m gonna eat you out.”
Blitz can feel the sharp breath Stolas inhales, he can feel the way that his body is quivering. Well, fuck it. Blitz places his hands on each other Stolas’ thighs and licks a long strip up his cunt, from the bottom to the top.
Stolas moans. Loudly. It’s the loudest that Stolas has ever moaned for him and oh , it’s fucking addicting to hear.
Blitz wants to hear more of it.
Blitz doesn’t understand how the fuck Stolas has a clit, but as far as he concerned: a pussy is a pussy and he knows his fucking way around one.
Blitz’s tongue circles Stolas’ clit in a lazy circle and Stolas practically screams from it, bucking his hips against his mouth.
This is intimate. This is way too fucking intimate, but honestly, that is a fucking problem for future Blitz.
Stolas is gripping his horns, dragging Blitz’s face deeper into his pussy. “Please…please. Fuck , oh! Don’t stop…please, don’t…Blitzy, please…”
Blitz grumbles and shoves his tongue as deep as it can go into Stolas, which makes him scream so loud that the bed posts start rattling from it.
Stolas’ talons are tearing his bedsheets to shreds, little pieces of fabric coming up every time his talons dig into them; it is going to be an absolute pain to clean up this mess later, but Stolas can’t bring himself to care when Blitz’s tongue is inside him, his snout pressed up against his feathers.
And fuck, Stolas isn’t going to last much longer. He can feel it, that tight ball of warmth that is forming in his stomach; his grip on Blitz’s horns tightens and tugs .
The rumble of Blitz’s moan vibrates against Stolas’ entire body.
That fucking little shit , Blitz thinks. He wants to make Stolas to cum, wants to make him a whimpering mess until he’s soaking through his fancy ass sheets.
Stolas is fully grinding on his face now. Grinding and whimpering out a string of words that Blitz can’t fully understand. The only things he can make out are: “There…right there.” and “Don’t stop, Blitzy, I am begging you.”
This is much, much hotter than Blitz thought it would be and that is very much a problem.
Blitz grips onto Stolas’ hips and flicks his tongue sharply from where it is, deep inside Stolas, once and then twice and then three times.
Stolas moans loudly as he cums, grinding on Blitz’s face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh!”
Blitz pulls away from Stolas and coughs out a feather.
Stolas’ entire body is shaking, making the entire bed vibrate. “Please…please tell me we can do that again.”
Blitz looks over at how much Stolas is leaking from this and honestly, it is incredibly hot. It is taking everything in him not to tackle him to this bed and fuck him until he is screaming Blitz's name.
“Yeah, whatever. You good?”
“I think so,” Stolas mutters, gripping the sheets with his hands, “Give me a minute before we continue.”
“Take your time.”
Stolas looks at him and smiles softly.
Blitz looks away.
That’s too intimate.