Huh. He looked up the extremely tall imp, grinning as he eyeballed him. The voice seemed kind of familiar in how he spoke... but he couldn't fully place it. There was a vague tickling in the back of his mind, something insisting that there was definitely a memory, it just wasn't clicking.
"Well, I just needed a break from my old man - you know how it is," he winked, elbowing the not-quite-stranger in a friendly way. "Where'd I meet you? One too many drops off the tight rope make memory a pain, hah," he excused, tapping his forehead.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't sporting his usual appearance. Must be working quite well if Blitzø couldn't recognize him. Popping his head up, he scanned over the crowd to see if he could spot a more secluded location. Ah, there we are. Against the back wall Stolas noticed was looked like private rooms. What he failed to realize was the purpose of said rooms. Though the disheveled clientele as they exited should have been a sign.
Still with a grin on his fave, Stolas took the imp by the hand as he lead him to one of the vacant rooms. Inside looked like your usual VIP room with a large L shaped couch the boarder the parameter and a table neatly sat in the center. Though the air in the room was a bit musty...
Once the door was shut Stolas turned to Blitzø, letting his illusion to fall away to reveal only his face.
"It's me, Stolas. I had to get out of the palace for a bit. But a goetia walking around a club might rouse suspicions." He hoots to himself before waving his hand to disguise his face once more. "Don't you remember? I saw you preform at the circus and you came over to play on my birthday?"
Blitzo was stumbling over himself as he got carted off to the private rooms, a fierce heat rising to his cheeks - oh, okay uh, he didn't realize he'd been flirty last time but this guy WAS tall and really pretty so that made sense, and--
Despite the shitty room smelling like no one cleaned it recently enough, once the tall fella revealed himself and Blitzo laid eyes on the tall but definitely familiar face... he let out a surprised laugh.
"Whoa, holy shit-- yeah, I'm surprised you even remember me," he admitted - hoooopefully it wasn't because of the whole thing where he stole everything that wasn't nailed down but that wasn't the vibe he was getting, at least?? "Wow, you really shot straight up, huh?"
"Ohlf course I remember! How could I forget my first ever friend? I'll have you know that I have an excellent memory." Stolas gave Blitzø a warm smile.
It didn't seem by the owl's expression that there was any hard feelings from the time they played 'pirates' at the palace. Stolas held on to that day as a precious memory, even if his dad grew cross at him after the imp went home. However the grin on his face tightens at the next part. Unconsciously Stolas winced as the scene of the first time he had met his bride to be. The cold look in her eyes as she commented on how scrawny he was and his father echoing her sentiments as they laughed.
Forcing a smile, Stolas reached up to flatten his hair with an awkward hoot. "I suppose I did, didn't I? I think you were taller than me by a hair the last time. Now I'm skinny as a bean pole."
"No kidding! Looks good on ya. I'm pretty tall by imp standards, but you really tower over," Blitzo laughed, not finding it unpleasant at all. Actually... "You grew up into a real pretty twink vibe, you know? Look at those thighs, damn!"
He paused for half a beat, and laughed. "Sorry-- weird as fuck thing to say when we last hung out as kids, huh?"
There goes that weird pitter patter in his chest felt back when he first laid eyes on him. Stolas's cheeks darkened as heat flooded his face. Was... was he getting hit on? It felt nice.
"A... twink?" The owl tilted his head to one side. "As in like a twig? Well, that is still a fair assessment."
Stolas chuckled to himself as he walked over to the couch to take a seat.
"It's alright. I don't find it weird at all. I too think you grew up quite nice. Your horns got bigger."
The bed was probably filthy-- eh, oh well, he was just drunk enough to not actually care. He slept in the dirt sometimes after all. He hopped onto the bed with Stolas, tail swishing in delight and interest. "Yeah, they got all glossy too, eh? Like your feathers."
Woah, wait, what was happening? Was it just him or was there a gleam in the imp's eyes? Stolas tried to swallow the lump in his throat, trying to play it cool as he let's his illusion fully drop in a flash of sparkles. Blitzø could properly see how flushed the owl's face had gotten during the course of their conversation.
"Oh, thank you. I do take a bath every morning." Another awkward chuckle. "Uhm.... Blitzo? Would it be inappropriate to ask to touch them?"
"Hey, you can hold onto them like handlebars if you wanna. They're strong," he chuckled, leaning close as he got a good look at those talons. Wow. "You got pretty looking hands, like you could play piano - I learned a little myself, y'know."
With an invitation like that, how could he not? Reaching out he gingerly places a hand on the broad slide of the imp's horn. It was cool under his palm and he slowly brushed his touch down to the fine tip.
"I didn't know you played. Maybe you can show me one day. The only things my hands are good for is turning pages."
His horns didn't have a ton of feeling - of course not, they were horns - but his scalp still tingled pleasant with the closeness. "Psssh. You'd be a great piano guy. If your shitty dad isn't around maybe I can sneak in and teach ya," he offered. It'd be nice to get away from his own shitty dad and the circus now and then... especially if the Goetia he hung out with didn't mind the whole stealing thing.
Stolas gave the imp's horns a few more strokes before he pulled back him hand to place them in his lap. Sitting up straight, he smiled solemnly at the floor.
"Then you're in luck. My father has never been around much. He only ever shows up when he has use of me."
"Hah! I thought our asshole dads got along too well. I'm the opposite, I can't get my shitty dad out of my business no matter what I do," Blitzo snorted, helping himself to feeling Stolas' feathers on his neck. Ooh, soft.
The sudden touch caused the owl's feathers to ruffle. But he didn't pull away. It was only fair he got a feel after him touching his horns. Instead, Stolas leans into Blitzø's hand, almost cooing.
"Is it really what bad? Well then, we should have fun tonight free from our perspective fathers. This is my first time ever being outside the palace that's not on official business."
"And you just happened to bump into me, eh? Sounds like fate. Or a goofy romcom," Blitzo grinned, his spines on his back rising at the cooing. How's this bird so cute actually?? "Wanna make out?"
He loves romcoms! They were one of his favorite things to- Did he just ask to makeout with him??? Stolas’s mind blue screens as his whole face turned a deep shade of scarlet. Part of him hesitated... what of his duty? He was going to be a married man soon enough. But then there was the other half that said fuck what his dad wants. And he really, really wanted to kiss him.
"Yes! No. Uh...." Stolas shot Blitzø an awkward smile. "I mean... I've never kissed anyone before so I don't know how good it would be."
"I've never kissed someone with a beak before, so this can count as my first kiss in that way too," Blitzo offered, running his hand through those silvery grey feathers...
"That's what practice is for anyway, right? I think you're cute, I wanna kiss ya."
Stolas’s heart did a little back flip. Cute? Him? Again with that hand running through his feathers made the prince melt like putty in his talons. That's all the encouragement he needed to make up his mind. His father was going to be so pissed off.
"I can see the logic behind that. Since you're the expert, I'll follow your lead" Stolas closed his eyes and leans in. "Don't be gentle."
'Don't be gentle' sent a shiver up the imp's spine - how the fuck was that so hot? Damn! Blitzo had macked on a few people before, so once he picked the right angle to tackle the beak, he dove in.
There was a little sharpness scraping his lip, but nothing much crazier than a snaggletooth or fangs - actually, the way their mouths meshed was nice... the imp returned a little of the sharpness in kind, tangling their tongues so his teeth scratched over tender flesh.
'Don't be gentle' we're bold words coming from a prince with zero experience. It was a line he heard in one of his stories that he felt was fitting for the situation. Please ignore the fluttering of his heart. He wasn't nervous. Oh Satan, what was he thinking?
However, all his pent up nerves and self-doubt vanished the moment he felt those lips press up against his beak. There was an explosion of new sensations that erupted in his chest. This was so wrong. Not only because he was kissing a low born but a male at that. And yet... it felt so right. A switch flipped on, illuminating a darkened part of himself that had been slumbering. A shiver ran down the bird's spine as their tongues coiled around one another. He wanted move.
Without braking their connection, Stolas shifted his hips to turn towards Blitzø to face him properly. The owl moaned softly into the imp's mouth as he paused to catch his breath, reaching up to cup a cheek, pulling Blitzø closer. Did... did he just make that sound?
Hot damn, what a sound... they were barely making out and this guy moaned like that? Blitzo hardly needed encouragement for anything like this (or anything at all), but the sound punctured into his chest with a white hot ferocity.
Do that again.
The imp broke the kiss only to scoot and give himself a chance to look at the top he was working with. Fancy stuff! But it was in the way. Tugging off the brooch and tossing it aside haphazardly, Blitzo pulled open the feathered collar so he could expose that slender neck and-- well, too feathery for a hickey. Impulsively, Blitzo settled on a bite, instead.
When the imp pulled away, Stolas chased after his lips. Was this over? They didn't discuss the duration of them kissing, but I didn't want this to end so soon. Stolas was about to say something when Blitzø's hands were suddenly back on him, whipping off his brooch to expose his tender flesh under the safety of his high collar. O-oh... okay, so this is how he wanted to play this. He.... he was okay with this.
A sharp pain tipped with scorching pleasure shot through his body as teeth sunk into his neck. The prince's whole body lurched forward bucking his chest into the imp's, back arching back with a humming groan caught in his throat.
"Ahhh... fuuUck." Stolas pants out, his hands finding Blitzø's shoulders as he shifted again to straddle his lap. "Harder..."
Wow, that was a STUNNING reaction - Blitzo's heart skipped a beat, feeling his face grow hot with a dark blush on his skin. Dear Satan, he was hard as fuck.
"Harder? Want me to chew you up and spit you out, owl boy?" Blitzo teased, pulling the coat even more open and chomping down hard on the crook of the feathery neck. He'd be picking feathers out of his teeth for days, but right now, he was way too turned on to really even care.
The young prince's grip tighten their grip of the imp's shoulders as bolt of pain shuttered through him, causing his toes to curl and his body to buck against Blitzo. It was probably a good thing that the music in the club was so loud for it muffled the goetia's undignified squawk that filled the room. What was he doing? This was moving past just a simple make out... But did he care? That was going to leave a mark, feathers or not.
"You're wonderful, Blitzo..." Stolas breaths, his hands traveling up to lace themselves between the delicate spines behind his head.
"You're pretty hot too, pretty bird..." Blitzo purred, leaning into Stolas like he was tempted to climb on that lap. Completely and utterly shamelessly, the imp asked, "Wanna do it? Or just stick to necking it and making out?"
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"Well, I just needed a break from my old man - you know how it is," he winked, elbowing the not-quite-stranger in a friendly way. "Where'd I meet you? One too many drops off the tight rope make memory a pain, hah," he excused, tapping his forehead.
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He nearly forgot that he wasn't sporting his usual appearance. Must be working quite well if Blitzø couldn't recognize him. Popping his head up, he scanned over the crowd to see if he could spot a more secluded location. Ah, there we are. Against the back wall Stolas noticed was looked like private rooms.
What he failed to realize was the purpose of said rooms. Though the disheveled clientele as they exited should have been a sign.Still with a grin on his fave, Stolas took the imp by the hand as he lead him to one of the vacant rooms. Inside looked like your usual VIP room with a large L shaped couch the boarder the parameter and a table neatly sat in the center. Though the air in the room was a bit musty...
Once the door was shut Stolas turned to Blitzø, letting his illusion to fall away to reveal only his face.
"It's me, Stolas. I had to get out of the palace for a bit. But a goetia walking around a club might rouse suspicions." He hoots to himself before waving his hand to disguise his face once more. "Don't you remember? I saw you preform at the circus and you came over to play on my birthday?"
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Despite the shitty room smelling like no one cleaned it recently enough, once the tall fella revealed himself and Blitzo laid eyes on the tall but definitely familiar face... he let out a surprised laugh.
"Whoa, holy shit-- yeah, I'm surprised you even remember me," he admitted - hoooopefully it wasn't because of the whole thing where he stole everything that wasn't nailed down but that wasn't the vibe he was getting, at least?? "Wow, you really shot straight up, huh?"
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It didn't seem by the owl's expression that there was any hard feelings from the time they played 'pirates' at the palace. Stolas held on to that day as a precious memory, even if his dad grew cross at him after the imp went home. However the grin on his face tightens at the next part. Unconsciously Stolas winced as the scene of the first time he had met his bride to be. The cold look in her eyes as she commented on how scrawny he was and his father echoing her sentiments as they laughed.
Forcing a smile, Stolas reached up to flatten his hair with an awkward hoot. "I suppose I did, didn't I? I think you were taller than me by a hair the last time. Now I'm skinny as a bean pole."
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He paused for half a beat, and laughed. "Sorry-- weird as fuck thing to say when we last hung out as kids, huh?"
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"A... twink?" The owl tilted his head to one side. "As in like a twig? Well, that is still a fair assessment."
Stolas chuckled to himself as he walked over to the couch to take a seat.
"It's alright. I don't find it weird at all. I too think you grew up quite nice. Your horns got bigger."
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"Oh, thank you. I do take a bath every morning." Another awkward chuckle. "Uhm.... Blitzo? Would it be inappropriate to ask to touch them?"
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"I didn't know you played. Maybe you can show me one day. The only things my hands are good for is turning pages."
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"Then you're in luck. My father has never been around much. He only ever shows up when he has use of me."
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"Is it really what bad? Well then, we should have fun tonight free from our perspective fathers. This is my first time ever being outside the palace that's not on official business."
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"Yes! No. Uh...." Stolas shot Blitzø an awkward smile. "I mean... I've never kissed anyone before so I don't know how good it would be."
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"That's what practice is for anyway, right? I think you're cute, I wanna kiss ya."
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"I can see the logic behind that. Since you're the expert, I'll follow your lead" Stolas closed his eyes and leans in. "Don't be gentle."
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There was a little sharpness scraping his lip, but nothing much crazier than a snaggletooth or fangs - actually, the way their mouths meshed was nice... the imp returned a little of the sharpness in kind, tangling their tongues so his teeth scratched over tender flesh.
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However, all his pent up nerves and self-doubt vanished the moment he felt those lips press up against his beak. There was an explosion of new sensations that erupted in his chest. This was so wrong. Not only because he was kissing a low born but a male at that. And yet... it felt so right. A switch flipped on, illuminating a darkened part of himself that had been slumbering. A shiver ran down the bird's spine as their tongues coiled around one another. He wanted move.
Without braking their connection, Stolas shifted his hips to turn towards Blitzø to face him properly. The owl moaned softly into the imp's mouth as he paused to catch his breath, reaching up to cup a cheek, pulling Blitzø closer. Did... did he just make that sound?
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Do that again.
The imp broke the kiss only to scoot and give himself a chance to look at the top he was working with. Fancy stuff! But it was in the way. Tugging off the brooch and tossing it aside haphazardly, Blitzo pulled open the feathered collar so he could expose that slender neck and-- well, too feathery for a hickey. Impulsively, Blitzo settled on a bite, instead.
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A sharp pain tipped with scorching pleasure shot through his body as teeth sunk into his neck. The prince's whole body lurched forward bucking his chest into the imp's, back arching back with a humming groan caught in his throat.
"Ahhh... fuuUck." Stolas pants out, his hands finding Blitzø's shoulders as he shifted again to straddle his lap. "Harder..."
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"Harder? Want me to chew you up and spit you out, owl boy?" Blitzo teased, pulling the coat even more open and chomping down hard on the crook of the feathery neck. He'd be picking feathers out of his teeth for days, but right now, he was way too turned on to really even care.
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But did he care?That was going to leave a mark, feathers or not."You're wonderful, Blitzo..." Stolas breaths, his hands traveling up to lace themselves between the delicate spines behind his head.
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