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When he came to again, he was in the tub, surrounded by hot water and bubbles and Stolas pressed up behind him.
His ass was sore already, and so were his thighs, but the bath salts were helping ease the tension. He sighed and looked up at his bird, whose arms were keeping him above from the waterline.
“Are you awake, darling?” He asked softly, looking down at Blitz’s blissed out face.
“Mm-hm,” Words felt like swallowing cotton right now.
Stolas hummed and pulled Blitz closer, one hand massaging back up to his neck where the collar had previously sat. His body was still trembling from… all of that, and Stolas kept his hold over him light, letting Blitz sit at the bottom of the tub instead of on his lap, where he had already spent most of the evening.
He gave Blitz some quiet time to come back from puppy land, offering him some cold soda with a bendy straw and massaging his body under the bubbly
water. Blitz felt melted. He felt like he was as liquid as the water he was sitting in. Stolas was gently scrubbing the soapy sponge against his shin, under the water. He wanted to say thanks, but he couldn't find the energy or the words so he stayed in his thoughtful bubble for a little while longer.
Blitz felt Stolas squeezing his middle with one arm while the other ran the soft sponge against his ribs. It kinda tickled and he huffed a laugh as Stolas lifted up his arm to scrub his armpits too. Stolas felt so good, he wanted to be wrapped around him like a sloth, like a cocoon, but he didn't feel like moving, not even an inch right now.
The heat rising from the tub and coming from Stolas eventually became too much, and Blitz had to scoot away into the middle of the tub to not overheat, his arms wrapped around himself.
Stolas let him self regulate, not wanting to touch or speak to Blitz if he didn’t want that, but worrying nonetheless. He wanted him to know Stolas was right here for him. After a few minutes Stolas felt a squeeze on his thigh as Blitz’s tail wrapped around it. The owl sighed, feeling better that at least Blitz had a tether, even if he was barely a foot away from him.
After a good ten minutes the water had cooled a bit, and Blitz had not moved from his spot in the tub. Stolas decided it was time to check in.
“Can I rub your back, darling?” Stolas whispered, waiting for a signal to put his hands on him. Blitz was still hunched in on himself, but he looked back and gave a small nod, a single squeeze on his thigh too.
With the go-ahead, Stolas moved his hands softly against Blitz’s traps, his muscles were tense from a long day on all fours and Stolas always looked forward to working out all the soreness at the end of a big scene like this.
At first he just pushed his palms into the skin in small circles, then he curled his long fingers over his shoulder and up to the crevice of his neck, kneading softly but firmly at the skin, careful of his spines and spikes. He felt Blitz still shaking from the comedown.
“Would you like it if I held you?”
Blitz’s mouth twitched as he tried to form words, but it was hard, so he grunted and gave Stolas another nod, pushing his back against the warm hands on his shoulders.
Without preamble, Stolas wrapped his long arms around Blitz’s torso and pulled him close again. Stolas put his palms against Blitz’s front, pressing himself flush to Blitz’s back. From here Stolas could feel his heartbeat, pounding from the adrenaline still.
“Can I ask you to take some deep breaths with me, Blitz?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Lets do a deep inhale.”
They both sucked in some air, Stolas feeling Blitz's breath stuttering in his chest.
“And slowly exhale.”
They let the air seep out of their lungs together, the tremors in Blitz’s body slowing down as they took another breath, and then another.
They did that until the shaking stopped. Until Blitz's heartbeat was back to normal and his spines settled, letting his head fall back against Stolas. Blitz hooked his horns around his lanky bird's shoulders, perfect for holding himself up from the water.
“How are you feeling, love?”
“Ss’good.”
“Shall we go get ready for bed, or do you need more time?”
“Mmm, ten mor minute?”
Stolas turned on the hot water again, letting it heat up a bit while Blitz stretched his arms out, moving more regularly in his body now that he was coming back to reality.
“Do you need anything from me, Blitz?”
Stolas was extra attentive when it came to aftercare, he wanted to make sure there was no box left unchecked.
“Keep massage?”
“Of course.”
The feel of Stolas breathing and trilling, his beak tapping against his horns, the hot water in the bath… all of it felt better than sex right now, as he reveled in the come down and thought about how Mommy had absolutely rocked his shit.
“Tha wuz… Fuckin’ awesome Stols…” Blitz smiled goofily up at the owl, sighing all relaxed and zoned out.
“I have to agree, that was spectacular. You were spectacular, Blitz.” The adoration in his voice made Blitz melt into the tub even further, nuzzling the back of his head into Stolas’ wet feathers.
“Hmm? I'm a good boy?” Blitz asked, fishing for the words he begged and degraded himself for, that from Stolas flowed out like a stream.
“You're the best boy. I'm so lucky I get to be your Mommy.”
Blitz felt so lucky too.
“You're the best Mommy…”
Stolas smiled against his horns, his beak tapping against the keratin.
“Thank you, Blitz. I'm glad…”
Thinking of Mommy would never not make Blitz hard, but the new material from today was Hall of Fame worthy. He'd be jerking off to that scene for the rest of his life.
“~Mommy fucked me while I was sleeping, and it was hot as sin~” Blitz said all sing-songy, like he was a child informing someone of some fresh gossip they clearly weren't supposed to know. He glanced up, waggling his eyebrows and biting his lip.
Of course it was so fucking hot. The work it had taken to get Blitz to this point, to trust Stolas like that. How much better Stolas was getting at becoming confident in this headspace. The fucking command and authority he was exuding. Blitz had never subbed this hard for anyone.
No one had ever felt so safe like this. No judgment, 1000% freaky, Stolas always matched him.
Stolas flushed, a secret smile under his beak. He knew Blitz was going to call him out, but it still caught him off guard when he did, first thing out of subspace. Somno was a soft limit for Stolas, but one of Blitz favorites, and while Stolas hadn't cleared it with him for this scene, it still fell under their free use umbrella. It was hard to do the somno stuff right, and telling someone about it certainly spoiled the fun, so…Stolas bent the rules for the sake of the scene. He saw no reason to ruin the surprise.
“Well, I'm sure Mommy was only doing what she thought would help.”
“Mmhm, sure did.” Blitz grinned, slumping into the water and blowing bubbles.
“...Did you like it?” Stolas asked sheepishly, his hands tangling with Blitz’s tail under the water.
He popped his mouth out of the water with a grin, “Pshh, I wish I fuckin recorded it.”
✷
After the bubble bath, the two of them preened and buffed, tossed on their matching robes and headed into the bedroom again. Blitz sat in the middle of the bed, flipping on the tv with the volume on low, looking for something to put on and ignore. With a swoop of his fingers Stolas lit a few candles and tugged on his robe as he climbed on as well.
Blitz settled into his usual spot, sitting on a throne of pillows and using the fluffiest for his sore ass. Stolas insisted on bringing him a frozen bag of peas, but Blitz waved him off, saying that the ache wasn't even that bad. Stolas made sure he wasn’t hurt, even before their bath, but he still fussed. Blitz was so small, and sometimes Stolas worried he could accidentally hurt him, especially in a scene like this.
Stolas sat on his side of the bed, with a few pillows supporting him too, leaning slightly on Blitz’s throne and flipping through the puppy training book for suggestions on how to keep puppies quiet. Stolas pushed up his reading glasses, levitating a pen over to jot down some notes on the side of the bullet points for later.
Maybe he’d have to invest in a muzzle, surely Blitzy would love to wear one. He looked down to see Blitz slumping down onto his side, head pushing into Stolas’ rib. His darling was clearly asking for some cuddles, so Stolas hovered his book and pen into the bedside drawer and turned his attention to his love, slumping down into the dip in the pillows as well.
Blitz turned his whole body to Stolas, leaning his torso up on his elbow and staring at his man, tallest drink of water alive, and feeling pretty fucking lucky.
“... Thanks for that, Stols.” Blitz murmured, soft over the buzz of the tv and whatever stupid romcom was playing.
Stolas smiled, tempted to wrap his arms around Blitz, but not going for it just yet, his fingers aching to grab him and pull him close. “You act as though I didn't derive an excruciating amount of pleasure from that experience.”
Blitz ended up breaking the seal, climbing over Stolas to lay on his chest, “Oh yeah? What was your favorite part, pervert?”
“Hmmm… I thoroughly enjoyed bathing you in the garden.” Stolas mused, running a talon over the bottom of one of his horns.
“Oh, so you get off on making me squirm, huh?” Blitz asked, shivering as Stolas hit the point where horn meets skin.
“Hmm, I also loved playing with your tail. I think that was the key to success today. Is it okay? Was I too rough?” They both glanced back to Blitz’s tail, softly swishing above him. He was fine.
“Yeah, it's fine! Should be asking about my fuckin’ ass, not my tail!” Blitz joked, already knowing it wouldn’t land like one since Stolas had been fussing.
“Oh my! Are you hurt?!” Stolas sat up and pulled Blitz up by his armpits, ready to portal him to the hospital at a moment’s notice.
Called it.
“Wouldja put me down! I'm fine! Seriously, I’m not hurt!” Blitz said, hanging in the owl’s hold like a wet cat, dangling his legs above the mattress.
Stolas gently put him down again, pulling him close to his chest, “Alright. But please tell me if you feel any sudden pain. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Blitz rolled his eyes at the sentiment, blowing off whatever pain because he had definitely had worse. “I know, Birdy. I appreciate it. Fuckin, aftercare king over here.”
Stolas blushed, looking down at his Blitz and placing his palm on the side of his cheek, then moving it up to run his thumb over the heart shaped crest on his forehead. Blitz purred, pushing his face into the touch and laying limp over Stolas’ torso while he got pets.
“...Do you want to… talk? About the scene?” Stolas asked, in a low voice to not kill the mood.
Blitz coughed a little, his limp noodle arms going stiff for a moment and then wrapping around Stolas’ torso, “...I mean. I guess we should, huh?” He muttered as he buried his face in feathers and then pulled back, knowing that Stolas would want to be sitting for this.
“We’ve been good. Let’s keep the momentum going.” Stolas encouraged, shifting so that he was sitting upright again, and letting Blitz slide off of him to sit beside him.
They stared sheepishly at each other, waiting for someone to talk first, and this time it just happened to be Blitz. He was really trying, and Stolas smiled softly, listening as he took a breath and jumped into asking questions.
“Ok. Sooo… Did that… feel better than last time? Doing the Mommy stuff?” Stolas had only done ‘the Mommy stuff’ a handful of times, and he was still getting comfortable in the headspace. Blitz thought he was absolutely killing it.
“It did. I felt really… in control. I think taking you out to play and going into a different environment really helped? I fell into the fantasy a lot quicker. Playing a role in tandem with you also really helped it feel less intimidating. Riffing with you was easier like that.”
Blitz barked a laugh, “What riffing? Helloooo, I couldn’t talk!”
“That didn’t seem to stop you.” Stolas clapped back, hiding his smug smirk as Blitz folded, crossing his arms in a huff.
“Oh, fuck you.” Blitz scoffed, looking away until Stolas continued talking.
“I guess I mean, giving my character context and purpose with yours made the fantasy feel more alive, more real… if that makes any sense.”
Blitz was the one who had suggested Stolas bring Mommy into the pet play universe, and he was elated that it was turning out to be a hit for both parties involved.
“Yeah. I think that was a really good lil mashup we did there.” Blitz chimed in, his tail swaying softly behind him as he turned his body back towards Stolas.
“But Mommy still wants to play with her hunky poolboy next week.” Stolas said, reminding Blitz of their plans.
The imp grinned, rubbing his hands together like a suspicious little fly. “Oh, don’t worry. That guy is showing up to his shift without a shirt on and he’s also gonna forget his swim trunks.”
“You mean he-?” Stolas gasped, bringing a hand to his beak.
“That’s right! He’s bringin out the tangerine speedo!” Blitz shouted with his full bravado, waving his hands around like he was a wrestler in a ring.
Stolas purred at the thought, “However will Mommy be able to resist?” He sighed, running a teasing talon over Blitz's robed bicep.
“Yeah, resisting isn’t in the script… I reeeeally liked Mommy today, by the way. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like her all the fucking time, but this was like top tier.” Blitz said, pinching his fingers into an OK and pouting his lips for a chefs kiss.
Stolas swung around dramatically, now overthinking the whole thing a bit.
“I wasn’t… too mean? I’m channeling so much Esperanza into her character, she’s the widow who sends the hitman after Alejandro, who is her stepson, and she wants his estate he's inherited after her husband mysteriously dies. She's bloody dreadful but she does have such style. ‘Cunty’, as the kids say.”
Of course Stolas would model his dommy mommy character after a hellanovela evil stepmother. It made so much sense. The imp started inching closer to feel Stolas’ shoulder bumping his.
Blitz chuckled, shaking his head, “No, no, I think you struck a real good balance there. Cunty is definitely one word for it. I’m literally just a dog, so I don’t know who this ‘Eleganza’ is, but Mommy is a stone cold fox and she can wreck my shit whenever she wants. Literally.”
“Oh! Let’s circle back to that.” The owl said, snapping his head to Blitz. “Was that… alright with you? I know you’ve said you don’t care but…You know I’m always so hesitant to bother you in your sleep.” Stolas wrung his hands together, looking expectantly at Blitz for any signs of negative feelings towards it.
They never came. Blitz was all rainbows and sunshine as he pointed an accusatory finger at Stolas, “Hesitant my ass! You pulled a fast one on me!”
“I'm sorry!” Stolas yelped, covering his face with his hands in shame.
Blitz barked out a laugh, “Sorry?! You're telling me you didn't get off on it too? I think you’re a sneaky pervert and you fucking liked taking advantage of a sleepy little puppy!”
“N-no! I mean, yes, but- but I-!” Stolas stuttered, the light blush turning darker on his white faceplate as Blitz made playful digs at Stolas, and then immediately breaking character.
“I fucking loved it.” Blitz admitted, blushing and scratching at the back of his horn bashfully.
Stolas let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, pulling his hand off his face and raising an incredulous brow, “You did?”
“Yeah! I know we've done that stuff before but… the surprise element really kicked it up a notch. Man, I’m chubbing up just thinking about it. Waking up all sleepy and blurry and you’re already inside me, telling me to shut up and take it, fuuuuck!” Blitz squirmed where he sat, crossing his legs tight to hide his boner. Stolas didn’t smile, still looking a little frazzled. “Are… are you okay?” Blitz asked, realizing Stolas might need more reassurance than he would for this one.
“Yes? I mean- I felt… bad?” The owl said, more of a question as he picked at his talons, staring into the mattress now.
“Oh. Shit. We don't have to do it again, if that's what you want? No big deal, Stolas.” The last thing Blitz wanted was to be doing something they weren't both game for.
Blitz grabbed the hand closest to him, pulling it into his lap and weaving their fingers together, stopping the anxious nail picking in its tracks.
“I do want to. I meant I felt… bad. I liked it. I liked… having you as I wanted, looking so beautiful and serene and taking it. I liked coming up with lame excuses and awful reasons to explain it to you in my head, to justify it…and when you woke up and caught me, I-” Stolas cut himself off, shivering at the mere memory.
“So fucking hot.” Blitz recalled a pause in the scene, as Stolas collected his thoughts and rejoined it, more stern than he intended.
“I had to compose myself. I liked it so much more than I thought and doing it without telling you made me feel… very naughty.” Stolas sighed, pressing his beak down into the meat of his bottom lip.
“Mmm, you are sooo bad. About to make me hard again.” Blitz purred, running a claw softly up to Stolas’ elbow.
Stolas looked in the other direction, shaking Blitz’s finger off his arm. “Stop, I'm trying to talk to you.”
Blitz straightened up, doubling down on his grip on Stolas’ hand and trying to take this seriously. This was important.
“Right, sorry.” He cleared his throat, feigning professionalism and searching for words to make this better. “We've done somno before. What made this time so different?”
Stolas still wouldn't look at him, eyes burning holes into the sheets instead. Stolas’ other arm came up and wrapped around himself, like he always did to comfort himself.
“Other than the fact that you weren’t expecting it? Nothing. We've just always talked about it beforehand and... I feel guilty.”
Blitz squeezed his bird's hand, pressing his cheek into Stolas’ elbow and leaning into him. If he was having some sort of Top Drop, it would have to be addressed. It was always hard to reassure Stolas, but he had to let him know that it was fine…and that he really fucking liked it.
“I don't! I'm telling you I loved it! Listen… it's about trust, remember? That's what makes it work. When you were fucking me and I woke up, was I fighting you or angry with you? No. I was fucking myself back on that dildo and moaning like a whore. Because I trust you.” So fucking much.
“But-” Blitz held up a hand, continuing to talk before he lost his nerve.
“Let me finish. You found a loophole in our rules and you tried something new. And as the receiver, I'm telling you it was hot and that I was into it. Free use is free use. I trust you to make the right call about when and when not to fuck me. If we’re already having sexy fucky time, I think we’re good, Stols. Really.”
“...I trust you too. To- to tell me how you're feeling, honestly. And I believe you. Unfortunately I still feel guilty, so… I'm sorry I didn’t… tell you about it. For the scene.” Stolas said quietly, letting his head rest against Blitz's horn.
“Apology accepted.” As unnecessary as it felt to Blitz, he knew it would make Stolas feel much better to just say sorry and have it be known. He felt Stolas unclenching his birdpuss, the tenseness in his shoulders seeping out. Blitz was glad for these kinds of conversations, even though at first they made him wanna jump out of his skin. They always made him feel so good afterwards, knowing where Stolas’ head was at after they took each other apart and pieced each other back together.
Stolas took a breath,“Would you want to… change anything? We could negotiate rules around it, if it was a bit too far?” Stolas was taking it so hard, it made Blitz feel like he did not want a repeat of it, even though they had apparently both been enjoying it. That was fine. Happened sometimes, the body likes it but the brain wants nothing to do with it. He figured Stolas was having some kind of disconnect.
“Do you? Because it's okay if you do. Or we can take a break from it.. come back to it when and if you're ready. Or we can call it, and we don’t have to do it anymore. Your choice. I want you to enjoy yourself too..”
Stolas was quiet for a moment, and then shook his head softly, his feathers puffing up a little as he no doubt thought about doing it again.
“Hm...I don't think we should change anything yet. If you're sure you're alright… and if you trust me to continue experimenting with you.” Stolas’ cheek nuzzled into Blitz's horn, needing the physical touch to ground him. He felt Blitz sighing into his elbow as Blitz rubbed his cheek against his arm.
“Call me fucking Frankenstein, with the way I want you to experiment on me.” Blitz always had a way of taking a heavy mood and making it lighter.
“I believe you mean Frankenstein's monster.” Stolas chirped, in his smartypants voice.
”Frankenstein’s monster cock, more like!”
They laughed together softly, bodies leaned into one another, hands entwined and slowly fell into a thoughtful silence. There was still so much left to talk about, but Stolas felt so tired. He was itching for a nap until Blitz spoke up.
“Do you think you’re having some drop?”
Was he? Stolas didn’t think that was the case. Most of the time it was too soon after a scene to tell. He'd know for sure tomorrow morning if he felt off or particularly exhausted, so for the moment he replied, “...I don't know. I feel fine. The endorphins are certainly calming down, but I feel good. Most of my.. fears stem from hurting you. I don't want to think of myself as a person who could do that and I am glad I have you to tell me that's not who I am. That you're okay.” Stolas grazed his knee against Blitz’s calf, it made Stolas miss him, even though he was right there. He wanted to curl into the covers and pull Blitz close.
“I'm more than okay. If you feel anything sad, you tell me, alright? I gotta aftercare you too, I don't care who was getting pounded, that shit goes both ways.” It was the type of sentiment that warmed Stolas to the core, knowing Blitz would care for him just as much as Stolas had fussed over him earlier.
“Okay.” Stolas said softly, squeezing his hand in return and deciding to ask some questions himself. “Was… was there anything you didn't like? Or something you'd change?”
Blitz took a moment to think, and there was only one thing that really stood out to him. “Wellll...I didn't like when- when you talked about whoring me out.” He muttered, looking down at their hands and running a thumb over Stolas’ knuckle.
“When did I-?” Stolas tried to remember, but he had said so many things under the Mommy shroud, he couldn't recall.
“I mean when you talked about taking me to… get bred by a bunch of people who aren't you.” Blitz finished lamely, his face burning at the admission.
Of course. The breeding thing. Whoring him out, Stolas supposed that is exactly what that sounded like, “Ah right..Noted. Anything else?”
“That's kinda it…” Blitz stayed quiet, and it left Stolas feeling unnerved, but he had to tell the truth, so he did.
“I suppose I may have been…projecting a bit with that. I'm so sorry dearest, I won't do it again.” Stolas flushed, like it was the first time they had ever spoken about this. Sometimes having these talks about the things they wanted made it all feel more taboo than the actual act of doing them.
Blitz broke out into a predatory smile, “Ooh-Ho-ho! Projecting, huh? You want Daddy to whore you out? Watch you take 9 different cocks and then punish you for being such a dirty-”
“Blitz! Please, it hasn't even been a full hour yet, you're going to give me a heart attack!” Stolas choked out, putting a hand over his chest.
“Ok! Ok… but we're putting a pin in that! Daddy likey.” Blitz waggled his brows and pulled Stolas’s hand over his shoulder, shimmying down into the bed and pulling the owl down with him.
Stolas hooted in delight, as Blitz lay over his arm, facing up at the canopy. Stolas followed suit, placing a hand on his middle, tapping into his sternum.
With a whistful sigh, Stolas turned his head into the pillow, looking down at the scarred side of Blitz’s handsome face,
“I apologize, honestly… But if you were not liking the breeding fantasy I had built up, why didn't you call a yellow? I would have stopped, certainly I wouldn't have brought it up a second time.”
Blitz shrugged, wiggling closer to his lover, slumping into his side and curling his body into the feathers there, “...I don't think I've had a problem with it until tonight… Guess your puppy is just kinda..territorial.” Blitz hid his face, digging himself a little spot in the crevice of Stolas’ armpit and taking a whiff. Stolas tried to keep from laughing as his heart exploded and he pushed at Blitz’s snout.
“Hoo!! That tickles!”
Blitz, territorial over him? It was too much to bear when he said it out loud. Blitz would occasionally go into a jealous fit over eyes lingering too long at a restaurant, or at work if a client was overly flirtatious, but this was a completely different story. Jealous over hypothetical people in a scene was totally new territory.
“I am a bit shocked. You've never had such a reaction when I've mentioned orgies or gangbangs before, in fact you always seem more than thrilled.”
“Yeah… I dunno. The puppy headspace is… I just got really overwhelmed in there, for a sec. I didn't want to think of you leaving me alone. I didn't want to think of strangers' hands on me, different… smells and bodies, when all I wanted was yours. You feel safe, and that's what I want when I'm in that space.” Disarming was the only word Stolas could think of, as Blitz explained his feelings. It was rare to see him so vulnerable after playtime, even during their talks. The level of submission Blitz had slipped into had been intense, and understandably so. Stolas had not gone easy on him, and while Blitz appreciated it, it also created a kind of needy desperate animal that Blitz didn't know how to control.
“Oh Blitz! My darling, I wish I knew you were feeling like this! Of course, that must have felt so stressful. I would never put you in a situation you didn't want to be in.” Stolas turned his body to face Blitz keeping his head cushioned over his arm. His other arm came up to rest over Blitz's chest, caging his side so he could finally look at him.
Blitz shrunk a bit with Stolas’ eyes on him, feeling like he was being put under a microscope for a moment. Stolas always worried about him so much, Blitz would never get used to anyone giving a shit about him like this. Especially a fucking prince, especially Stolas. The owl’s eyes softened, urging Blitz to keep talking, so he did.
“I know. I think that's why I didn't say anything. I knew it was all for the plot.. but there was still a little part of me that was… anxious about it?” Anxious wasn't the right word, it made Blitz feel antsy, angry almost, feeling like Stolas wanted to pawn him off to some sickos when all he wanted was to be a good puppy for his Mommy. Still, deep in his mind he knew it would end, and that there was nothing on the calendar for a group bang sesh anytime soon.
Stolas thought back on their scene with all this new information in mind, and a lot of things clicked into place. The feel of Blitz going rigid under him, the aggressive outburst, a plethora of signs he didn't read while he was lost in character, that perhaps he should have. It was difficult when Blitz was non-verbal for most of their scene.
“Thank you for telling me. I'm proud of you for being so honest and making me aware. It won't happen again, I swear it.” Stolas pulled Blitz into him, Blitz’s chin resting over Stolas’s sternum. His favorite place to nuzzle close.
“Chillax, Birdy, it's okay! I'm not mad at you.” Blitz muttered, his claws wrapping around the owl’s thin waist, throwing a leg over his hip.
He felt Stolas sigh, a bit of dejection in his tone as he let his hands wander to knead at Blitz’s tailbone, “Still..I should have been better about seeing the signs. Next time I'll be looking out.”
“Well don't beat yourself up about it. I'm fine.” Blitz purred, curling into the touch and pinching his leg so that he pulled Stolas closer.
“My darling…” Stolas breathed, and Blitz fell into the lullaby of Stolas’ beating heart, feeling as light as a feather now that he had gotten all of his words out.
“Mmm, say that again?” Blitz asked, wiggling himself up Stolas' torso.
“My darling.” Stolas repeated, more firm in its intention, picking Blitz up and twisting around so that Blitz could lay on his chest again, just as they had started.
“Your darling?” Blitz pressed.
“Yes.” Stolas said, like it was the most obvious thing.
“All yours?” Blitz asked softly, into the feathers on Stolas’ breast.
“You are all mine. My sweet little puppy. Besides, Mommy doesn't like to share her things.” Stolas murmured, reassuring the imp with a soft caress over the spines on his back. Blitz stretched out like a lazy cat, spines straightening and relaxing as Stolas ran his talons in between them.
“Except her slutty holes, apparently!” Blitz barked, looking up at his lover with a cheeky grin that made Stolas blush.
“That's a conversation for later!” The owl huffed, a smile tugging at his beak.
“Uhuh, whatever you say, Mommy.”
The exhaustion of the night was starting to weigh on Stolas, the extra weight of Blitz sprawled over him not helping in the slightest. He felt himself drifting when Blitz piped up again.
“Did- Is there anything you didn't like, Stols?” Blitz asked, digging his snout into his clavicle and making Stolas jolt.
Was there anything Stolas disliked about tonight, save for his own guilty perverted conscience? “Hm…You know I hate to punish you, especially when you cry, dearest.”
He felt the imp scoffing against his feathers.
“It's okay! I coulda stopped it whenever! I was eating that shit up, promise.” Blitz scrambled up the owl’s chest, worming his face into the crook of Stolas’ long neck.
“I know, it's just… it feels wrong when I'm punishing you for something so trivial. And the punishments are so… intense.”
“You love when I punish you for trivial shit! It’s the same!” Stolas didn't seem convinced, so Blitz grabbed hold of his bird's chest fluff, nuzzling into his ear, “Fuck baby, you're so hot when you get all cunty sadistic Mommy Dommy on me.. seriously makes me rock hard.”
“Pfft, I'm only copying you, you know.”
Blitz warmed, thinking of how much time they had spent learning each other to get to this point. “I dunno… Mommy is a different flavor of pervert than Daddy. I fucking love it.”
Stolas had definitely put his own spin on topping whenever he came up with roleplay characters.
“You do?” Stolas asked, his feathers fluffed at the neck where Blitz was mumbling praises.
“Oh yeah, top 3 flavor.”
“And what are the other 2?” Stolas inquired, not being able to help himself.
“Well, I love when we play Secretary. She can be a real bitch too, but she knows Daddy runs the show at work.” Stolas in a dress shirt and pencil skirt was probably the hottest shit Blitz had ever laid eyes on. Blitz could feel the owl shivering under him.
“Mmm I do love it when you put me in my place, Sir.”
Blitz smiled against his neck, leaving little bites as he worked his way up to the side of his faceplate, the nibbles turning into kisses as he brushed his snout against the short feathers there.
“And obviously love it when it's just us…” Blitz said softly, caging Stolas’ head in with his arms and leaning down for a soft kiss.
“Oh, Blitz!” Stolas gasped as his breath was stolen by the kiss.
Blitz pulled back momentarily, “Don't tell Moxxie I said that!” At which Stolas snorted, pulling Blitz back into him and deepening their kiss.
They slotted together so perfectly, Stolas breaking the seal and tonguing at Blitz's lips to push them open. If the both of them sighed into each other, they wouldn't bring it up, how much they both looked forward to this part of the night most. Their long tongues tangled, the soft warm brush of their faces and exchange of breath left the pair flustered when they finally pulled away from each other.
Blitz rested his forehead against Stolas’, both their eyes slowly fluttering open, lashes tickling at Blitz's skin. He felt Stolas brushing his talons down his neck again, thumbing at the spines on the back of his head.
“I suppose there is something else I didn't like…” Stolas whispered, scared to break this tender mood they'd fallen into.
“Oh yeah? Shoot.” Blitz whispered back, feeling Stolas' hands moving to his cheeks, cupping his face gently.
“I miss kissing you when we do puppy play.” Stolas pouted, his thumbs brushing against Blitz's eye marks. It made him feel warm to hear that he was right. That Stolas wanted the same things he did, even in the middle of a scene.
“Yeah, you felt that, huh? Well…who says you can't kiss me? Tons of gross people kiss their pets.” The imp rolled his eyes, speaking his truth about this stupid rule he fucking hated.
“But if we’re kissing then the puppy fantasy really starts to break apart, don’t you think?”
Leave it to Stolas to be thinking about the specificities and realism of their puppy play.
Blitz huffed a laugh, “Stolas… No one’s mommy is out here actually fucking her dog, and if she is, then that explains why she’s in hell. But here it’s just pretend! And you get to make the rules. Unless… you don’t wanna kiss me?” Blitz batted his lashes at his owl, knowing he would be winning this one.
“I guess that is true… I always want to kiss you, so I shall be making an amendment to the rules.” Stolas murmured with a smile, going in for another kiss that Blitz gladly returned, hungrier than the last.
Blitz ended up getting pinned down to the bed, Stolas pressing his beak into his jaw then down to his neck.
“Fuck yeah Mommy, love when you take this shit so serious. Getting real good at this, Stolas.” Blitz breathed, sitting up a bit on his elbows and giving his partner a toothy grin.
Stolas darkened, always dazzled by the imp as he pulled himself back and slid down onto Blitz’s bottom half, letting himself deflate fully. “You are as well… So… what about you then? What was your favorite part?” Stolas wondered, his arms coming up to cushion himself over Blitz's stomach.
It was Blitz’s turn to blush, as he looked down at Stolas acting all coy, body sprawled over his aching cock.
“...When you told me to sit.” He said with a gulp, trying not to think about it too much, or risk popping another boner.
“That was quite good, wasn’t it?” Stolas’ voice darkened, a smug little smile under his beak making Blitz blush harder.
“Yeah, smartass, it was. The part where you magiked all that lube into me was also fuckin tits. Way to sell it, Stolas.”
Stolas waved a hand up lazily, a pack of cigarettes floating over from the bedside table and landing primly in Stolas' open palm. “You were splendid too, truly.” He hovered a cigarette into his mouth and sparked a light with his fingers, taking a light puff, “Maybe, perhaps a little overly chatty, for a puppy, but wonderful nonetheless.”
“Ok, so gag me then!” Blitz grumbled, snatching the lit cigarette from Stolas’ mouth and pushing it between his own lips.
“I was thinking next time I’d muzzle you, leave you outside for the night.” Stolas purred, running his free hand over Blitz's sculpted chest.
“Hey, I haven’t even done anything wrong yet!”
“‘Yet’ being the key word in this case.” Stolas chided, a talon running little circle patterns over Blitz's pecs.
“Alright, what happened to ‘disobedient pets deserve love too’? Or whatever the fuck you said at the end there?” Blitz exhaled a breath of smoke, shuddering at the sharp nail rolling feather light over his nipple.
“Oh, they do. I stand by that. But if there’s no discipline, I doubt it would be as much fun for you, Blitzy.” Stolas tutted, running his talon up higher on Blitz's body until it lifted up and plucked the stolen cigarette out of his mouth.
“Eh, point taken.” Blitz relaxed into the bed, feeling Stolas breathe over him, running hungry eyes over him as he smoked. Eventually Stolas lifted himself off of the imp and dragged his lazy body onto his side of the bed, letting Blitz curl into him.
“I’ll add the muzzle to the shopping cart. And I do believe we're officially in the market for a new toy now, darling.”
“Size up?”
“If you think you can handle it.” Stolas challenged, knowing Blitz would jump at the opportunity to prove himself.
“Uhhh fuck yeah! Listen, if Fizz can get pounded by that giant chicken on the regular I think I can take a little silicone cock, no problem!”
Called it.
“How does he do it, I wonder?” Stolas mused, taking another drag from the cigarette.
“We could call 'em up, I'm sure they're dying to plow both of our horny asses. Maybe Fizz will finally let you in on how to use the Dragon Driller.” Blitz nudged, asking for one last puff.
“No need, Blitz. I've got enough on my hands as it is with the new puppy. I've barely had any time to take care of myself.” Stolas dramatically flung himself back, laying the back of his hand over his forehead and cracking an eye open to see if Blitz would bite.
“What happened to ‘not even a full hour’?! I can't feel my legs yet, Tweety!” Blitz smoked the last of the cigarette, pointing at his jelly legs and flicking the butt somewhere onto the side of the bed.
“I-I can wait!” Stolas stuttered, feeling a bit silly for asking. “Though, you have no idea how hard it was to watch you crying and writhing, so pliant under me, your soft little sounds and your tongue lapping at my hand-”
“Please stop, I'm gonna crawl under the bed if you don’t shut the fuck up right now. Lalalala-” Blitz put his hands over his ear holes, humming to drown out the embarrassing overly detailed description.
“Fine! I won’t talk about how sweet and submissive and gentle you are, or how much I love seeing you begging and-” Stolas gushed, a sly little smile pushing against his cheeks.
“What makes you think I have no idea what that’s like?! That’s kinda the whole thing when you top, babe. Why do you think I like it so damn much?” Blitz pressed back, his fingers tangling in the chest fluff idly.
“Hm.. I suppose you're right. It's a heady feeling…I'm still getting used to it.” Stolas admitted, letting his talons tangle with Blitz’s fingers in his chest.
“Yeah, yeah, speaking of head… How about we order a huge cheese pizza?” Blitz piped up, remembering they had to eat before they both passed out, which Stolas looked closer and closer to doing the more they talked.
“With half rats?” The owl urged, rubbing one eye open with his free hand.
“And jalapeños!” The imp insisted, rolling onto his back to look up at the canopy with Stolas.
“That sounds perfect… but what does that have to do with head?” Stolas asked a he sat up and magiked his cellphone over.
“I'm gonna give it to you til it gets here.” Blitz bit back, pointing at his face as he stuck his forked tongue out.
Stolas looked back with some surprised hoots, “Oooh! I'm ordering from that place just out of Wrath then.” He just had to pick the farthest fucking pizza place in hell, but it did have the best jalapeños.
“Place the fucking order, I'm starving and I can't count. Time means nothing to me, so sit on my face already.” Blitz whined, clawing at Stolas' tail feathers as the phone rang.
He would usually make Stolas take his seat to place the order, but they were beat, so he let the bird talk into the phone in peace, waiting patiently for him to finish.
Once the phone had been hung up Stolas turned his freaky head around almost all the way, his body following suit as it turned and started to crawl towards Blitz.
“Don’t even need the old peanut butter trick this time.” Blitz joked as he pulled Stolas closer, until that onyx hole was hovering directly over his mouth.
”Do I even want to know what you’re talking about?” Stolas asked, hands gripping the headboard as Blitz leaned in and placed gentle bites on the insides of his thighs.
”Yeah, it’s a thing perverts do to dogs, you put peanut butter on your hole and your dog licks it off.” Blitz said lapping at the tender meat of Stolas’ thighs, avoiding that pretty hole at all costs just to drive him a little crazy.
Paybacks a bitch, right?
Stolas trembled over Blitz, attempting to slip down further to get the imp where he wanted him, “Fascinating! But it does sound a little messy. .. Maybe we don’t do that tonight?” Stolas huffed, feeling Blitz's big hands come around and settle over the tops of his thighs.
“Yeeeah, we’ll save it for next time.” He muttered, diving in for his first meal until the second one arrived.