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It was a pocket watch.
An incredibly expensive-looking pocket watch, with intricate engravings around the golden trim that Blitzo had to squint to even see properly, but still, it was a pocket watch. The note with loopy lettering that had come with it was infuriatingly sparce on context.
The watch is enchanted. Tell me what you want from me, Blitzy.
“How about you tell me first?” Blitzo groaned to himself, rubbing the links of the chain between his thumb and forefinger. Normally it was easy to tell what Stolas wanted with the full moon roleplays- a solid part to slip into, complete with costume, or just a good, rough fucking. He would almost be tempted to go at the thing with a screwdriver if the only one he had wasn’t twice the size of the watch itself. The only hint he could find was a small swirl on the back that made his head swim if he looked at it for too long, and that mostly just told him that, true to the letter, somebody had fucked with this thing. Helpful.
Stolas was normally about as subtle as a brick wall, so the vagueness was as puzzling as it was annoying- was he missing something? Blitzo let the watch dangle from its chain, swaying from side to side as the second hand ticked away. Back and forth, back and forth, baaaaaack and- he shook himself out of a yawn. Weird. He’d had as much coffee as normal, what… oh.
Oooooooh.
Blitzo studied it with new interest, curling the end of the chain around his fingers as a grin spread across his face.
This could be fun.
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“You're getting veeeeeery sleeeeeeepy.”
They were settled on the ocean of blankets and pillows that Stolas called a bed, adorned in a loose, open bathrobe and a pair of black pants respectively. Stolas was sitting with his legs folded, all four eyes focused intently on the swaying pocket watch. Blitzo had taken a cursory glance on Voogle for information on hypnosis, but he hadn’t gleaned much that pop culture hadn’t told him anyway, although he had found a hot magican’s video that he was saving for the chance to recreate the costume the next time they needed a disguise. (Or to jerk off to later, whatever came first. He did have a cute assistant too.)
“Mmm…” Stolas nodded as the watch swayed in front of his face, the movement getting slower with each swing. The sites had also said that the hypnotee had to be willing or it wouldn’t work, so it wasn’t some kind of miracle brainwasher, but considering it had nearly worked on him earlier… well, whatever, Stolas had given it to him to use on him, so obviously he was into this. No need to dwell on the ethics of it, although he might ask if he could try it out on a target once, just to see if he could get them to cluck like a chicken for shits and giggles.
“Still with me?”
“Yes… but…” Stolas’s hand drifted up and over his mouth, patting it as he yawned. “Sleepy…”
“That’s it, just fall into the abyss, listen to my voice… nothing else matters, just me.”
“Just you,” Stolas echoed, eyes fluttering before they drooped shut. “Just you.”
“Yeah, just me, you got it. A+, see me after class so you can suck me off for being such a good boy,” Blitzo said, continuing to let the watch dangle until Stolas’s eyes were fully closed, the glow fading. “Now, keep listening to my voice. As soon as I snap my fingers, you’ll do whatever I want, got it?”
“Got it,” Stolas murmured.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always,” Stolas replied, and Blitzo paused for a moment. The response had been instantaneous. Geez, this thing must be potent. The thought that Stolas hadn’t been fully under its thrall yet was immediately squashed down as he cleared his throat.
“Okay, good. Now, when we’re done, I’ll say ‘moonlight’ and click my tongue and you’ll just pull right back out like nothing happened, feeling all restful and cleansed or whatever the fuck people normally get out of this. You got that?”
“Got it,” Stolas said, head lolling on his neck, and Blitzo snapped his fingers. Stolas’s eyes fluttered, red spilling slightly from under his eyelids, but they didn’t open.
“Look at me,” Blitzo said, and Stolas’s face lifted, a soft smile adorning it. “Now, what do I do with you?” It was only now that he realized he probably… should have asked Stolas what he wanted out of this. Well, fuck. Pulling out and asking now would be kind of embarrassing. Oh well, it’d be fine as long as he didn’t do anything super wild or out of the realm of what had happened before- he didn’t want to get tossed out on his ass as soon as the guy woke up. He patted at his lap. “Come over here.”
Stolas fell forward, crawling the small space that separated them before resting one palm on Blitzo’s thigh. He waggled his butt as he did it, almost like a cat, and Blitzo grinned- that was always a good sight.
“So you know how to do what you’re told. Head down.” He patted at his lap again, and this time Stolas scooted back slightly to rest his cheek on the same thigh he’d touched. “Good bird.” Stolas gave a pleased coo at that, one which only increased in volume as Blitzo stroked a hand through his head feathers. “You showered before this, huh? Wanted to be all squeaky-clean to get your brain turned off for a while?”
“Yes,” Stolas said, voice all loose and pleased like it usually was after he get fucked stupid. There was a sort of casual comfort to it, a trust that had Blitzo’s fingers twitch as they petted through the pliant feathers, even though now there was an edge of airy emptiness to the word, a reminder of the prince’s drifting headspace.
“Soooo… can you remember any of this shit when you wake up out of dreamland?”
“I remember what you want me to remember,” Stolas replied breezily. “Would you like me to?”
“Hmm… nah. Yeah? Nah.” He scratched at his chin. “Er, can I make you remember specific stuff? I don’t want you seeing all this rambly bullshit, it’s not what you probably wanted outta this, I shoulda made a script or something…”
“Mmm.” Stolas didn’t give an actual reply to that, nuzzling his cheek against Blitzo’s leg again. Blitzo spent a good minute or two simply petting at the owl- cuddling usually happened when they were both too tired for anything else, and they were usually in some manner of sticky mess by then. Just getting to touch him when he was cozy and clean and willing… it was nice, nice on his fingers and nice as Stolas was in no hurry to get to anything else. True, Blitzo usually set the pace, but Stolas was always eager to milk every minute they had and so wantonly desperate for more there wasn’t much chance to slow down, so a moment of peace where he didn’t feel the ticking clock dangling like an acrobat on swing, rope about to snap… it was nice.
After he’d gotten his fill, he cleared his throat. “Alright, you can get off me now.” Stolas lifted up obediently, settled on his knees with his palms resting on his thighs as he waited for his next instruction. Blitzo maneuvered himself up to his own knees, head tilted. Seeing Stolas entirely still but for his breathing… it was eerie. “I want to see how good you kiss when you’re like this.” Immediately, Stolas cupped the back of Blitzo’s head, mouth lolling open slightly as he pulled him up against his face. Here was familiar territory- even under the watch’s spell, this was normal, this was what he was used to. Stolas’s tongue didn’t magically drain of its familiar texture, and his beak shifted slightly to the side to accommodate for Blitzo’s mouth so they didn’t clank on either keratin or teeth. Blitzo’s tail curled happily against his back, and a brief rumble rolled through his chest, a half-realized purr that hummed in his blood before he pulled back.
“So you’ll do anything like this, huh?”
“Anything,” Stolas echoed. They’d done plenty of anythings before, but the soft, contented smile that stuck to his beak like a mask had something turn over in Blitzo’s chest. Stolas looked… free. Free of worries, free of stress, free of thoughts that crept on the edge of consciousness and had to be smothered with lust or violence or booze or a thick black marker. Free of anything except whatever Blitzo was going to tell him to do, of having to keep up tenuous control that could snap at any moment.
Fuck, wouldn’t that be nice, sometimes. Lucky bastard.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Blitzo murmured, tracing his fingers alongside the owl’s cheek right where the faceplate met feathers, and Stolas leaned into the touch, ever so slightly. The candles were flickering low and they created a gorgeous glow, filtering through the minuscule spaces between the feather vanes as if he was producing his own light. Stolas didn’t move as Blitzo pulled back, didn’t whine for more or beg to get plowed again, simply… existed. Existed and watched with that gentle smile as Blitzo took him in, as if there was nowhere else in the universe that he would rather be. It was and wasn't him at the same time, a perfect facsimile. Whatever Blitzo wanted him to be.
Blitzo’s fingers curled into fists, and he swallowed down saliva in his suddenly dry throat. “So you won’t remember this.”
“I will only remember what you tell me to remember.”
“Okay. Okay.” He tilted his head. Stolas followed, empty imitation of an inquiry behind eyes that were currently somewhere in la-la land. It was close enough. It was probably the closest he would ever get.
“Tell me that you love me.”
“I love you,” came the immediate reply, as easily as if Stolas had said it a thousand times. Had thought it a thousand times.
“With my name this time.”
“I love you, Blitz.” Just as easily. No nickname. No darling, no Blitzy, no sexy little imp. Just him. There was a dreamy echo in it despite how easily it spilled from his beak, everything scooped out, just another instruction.
“I love you too,” he whispered, heart curling in on itself with the enormity of everything, at hearing those words only because he’d asked for them.
Why did they make him feel like he was bleeding out from the inside anyway?
Suddenly, the idea of making a puppet version of Stolas give him a blowjob wasn’t nearly as appealing of an idea as it had been a mere hour prior, and he sucked in a deep breath before clicking his tongue. “Don’t remember any of this. Moonlight.”
Stolas blinked, shaking his head, and consciousness returned to his eyes. He patted himself down, then looked at the clock. “Hmm? I assumed I would wake later, is everything alright?”
Blitzo shrugged. “Eh, I realized you’re not nearly as fun when you’re a zombie- it’s more fun to get you to do what I want when you’ve got some spirit about it.”
Stolas scooped the watch up, setting it carefully on the dresser. “Ah, well, they can’t all be winners. The night is still young, after all.”
The hours after that progressed as the full moons before them had, but when Stolas was snoring against him and holding him close, Blitzo swore he heard ‘love you’ mumbled past Stolas’s beak.
He curled against the feathery chest before murmuring it back, hopes for this to be anything more than a lingering side effect washed away by the certainty in his bones that he could never deserve anything that wonderful, even as Stolas's fingers tightened against his back and refused to let go.