'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?"
Stolas blinks down at Blitzo with a wide-eyed expression. Oh... oh bold of him to ask such a thing to someone he only just got reacquainted with. Again, two voices tore at him. The dutifully son screamed at him that he was promised to another. He needed to father an heir! Satan, his father would be furious if he ever found out about this. But... on the other.... Did he want to spend his first time with a woman he felt nothing for? Something about her needled at his insides. Fuck. Call him easy, call him mad for wanting to give it all away for an imp he only spent a day with as a child. There was no denying the sparks he felt between them... Everyday those bars inched ever closer... Forgive him if he wanted to be a little selfish.
Stolas held the imp's eyes with his as he wordlessly got up on his knees to reposition the heat that was building between his thighs to sit squarely on the hard spot that rose up from Blitzo's tight jeans. Pressing down against him, the goetia slowly rocked his hips.
"Do with me as you wish..." Stolas breathed down at him.
Hoooooaah fuck, this long gangly bird was... hot... he didn't feel a bulge, but hey, he'll figure it out. Retractable maybe? Multi-purpose hole? Fuck, though, the whole picture is pretty fucking hot...
"Never had sex with a bird guy before... gotta tell me what feels good, pretty birdy, 'cause I wanna hear you sing," the imp purred, quite literally, as he finished unbuttoning that jacket to peek at the figure. Feathers are kinda hot, actually...
Stolas let's his black jacket slip off his shoulder to sit at the crook of his elbows, putting all his soft gray feathers on display. The way the imp looked at him with heat in his eyes... it was enough to make his quills stand on edge.
The young prince bit back the urge to say that he's never had sex before, but he might have been clued in when earlier he stated that he's never been kissed. Though, he did know what made him feel good. Stolas wasn't completely innocent in the ways of his own anatomy. He was a teenager with... curious needs after all.
"Your first time with a goetia? Well then, allow me to educate you on avian anatomy." Again Stolas rocked his hips deliberately down on the apex of Blitzø's bulge. His talons tighten on the imp's shoulder as he shutters a soft moan. "Lesson one.... we are very sensitive to rubbing."
"Hhhoo-oooohhh, fuck," Blitzo cussed, a dopey smile crossing his rapidly heating face. Behind him, his tail curled and coiled restlessly. Those pretty bird thighs around him, straddling him... and they're squishy, when he squeezes them for balance and grinds up against Stolas' groin.
"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"
Feeling those claws dig into the meat of his thighs flipped a switch inside him and his grip on the imp's shoulder tightened. In a hushed whisper, more profanity moaned passed his beak as Blitzo pressed up into him. Fuck yes, he wanted more of that heat. But if this sensation persisted, he could already feel the fabric of his trousers growing damp.
"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
"You got the money to buy more, don't ya? I could rip these right off," Blitzo purred, letting his claw hook into the waistband of the pants and pull just enough to make a few threads snap. There was no denying he also wanted to go all out, but the way Stolas trembled with anticipation was so fucking hot, too.
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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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Stolas blinks down at Blitzo with a wide-eyed expression. Oh... oh bold of him to ask such a thing to someone he only just got reacquainted with. Again, two voices tore at him. The dutifully son screamed at him that he was promised to another. He needed to father an heir! Satan, his father would be furious if he ever found out about this. But... on the other.... Did he want to spend his first time with a woman he felt nothing for? Something about her needled at his insides. Fuck. Call him easy, call him mad for wanting to give it all away for an imp he only spent a day with as a child. There was no denying the sparks he felt between them... Everyday those bars inched ever closer... Forgive him if he wanted to be a little selfish.
Stolas held the imp's eyes with his as he wordlessly got up on his knees to reposition the heat that was building between his thighs to sit squarely on the hard spot that rose up from Blitzo's tight jeans. Pressing down against him, the goetia slowly rocked his hips.
"Do with me as you wish..." Stolas breathed down at him.
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"Never had sex with a bird guy before... gotta tell me what feels good, pretty birdy, 'cause I wanna hear you sing," the imp purred, quite literally, as he finished unbuttoning that jacket to peek at the figure. Feathers are kinda hot, actually...
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The young prince bit back the urge to say that he's never had sex before, but he might have been clued in when earlier he stated that he's never been kissed. Though, he did know what made him feel good. Stolas wasn't completely innocent in the ways of his own anatomy. He was a teenager with... curious needs after all.
"Your first time with a goetia? Well then, allow me to educate you on avian anatomy." Again Stolas rocked his hips deliberately down on the apex of Blitzø's bulge. His talons tighten on the imp's shoulder as he shutters a soft moan. "Lesson one.... we are very sensitive to rubbing."
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"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"
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"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
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