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Blitz grunted as he pulled himself over the high balcony railing of Stolas’s palace bedroom. His face was a grimace of discomfort as he made his way inside with the heavy fucking book tucked under one arm. His beck and neck were fucking killing him. The past few days they had kinda been bothering him but he wasn't a pussy and ignored it, and hoped it would go away. It didn't go away. Today's mission in the living world was simple, but involved a lot of moving heavy shit around. At one point M&M had hid in a crate that Blitz carried to a dock to ambush their target. The kill had been easy but Blitz had fucked his back up good. He hoped Stolas wasn't in too energetic of a mood tonight cus the faster they fucked, the faster Blitz could pass out in that fancy ass bed and take a nap before slipping away.
"Blitzy!" He heard the bird cry, and he huffed irritably.
"Yea, yea, keep your feathers on, I'm here," he said, dropping the book on the nightstand with a THUD. "Howsabout I lay down and you ride me? You can pretend you're a cowboy or a farm hand or some shit."
Stolas frowned.
"Blitz, are you quite alright? You seem rather.....tense."
Blitz scoffed, moving to crawl onto the bed with a wince he tried to hide.
"Back's killin me," he said shortly, "Enough small talk, let's chopy chop with the fucky fuck."
Stolas TSKED tersly. Moving over to the grumpy imp, he got into the bed behind him and placed his hands on Blitz's shoulders, squeezing gently as he felt the tight, corded muscle of his back. It was a mess of knots and spasms and Stolas cooed sympathetically.
"Oh Blitzy, whatever have you done? Your back is an awful mess!" He cried, sliding his thumbs along the imps tight trapezius muscles. Blitz let out a long groan.
"I didnt- ah f-fuck that's- shit, I didn't DO anything," he bit out, trying to keep quiet as Stolas rubbed and massaged at his shoulders and neck. Both hands slid down his spine, feeling the muscles that surrounded it. Stolas hummed.
"This won't do, Blitzy. When was the last time you had a professional massage?"
Blitz barked out a laugh, his whole body jerking with mirth.
"Not all of us are rich, princey! It's been about never," he scoffed, rolling his eyes even if he wasn't facing the other demon. Who the fuck did Stolas think he was? The owl sighed and wrapped his hands around the imps hips, digging his thumbs into the muscle of his lower back and rubbing in firm circles. Biltz jerked and moaned loudly. Fuck, that was good.
"Well I certainly may not be in the business of giving massages but I have picked up a thing or two from my own masseuse!" Stolas said cheerily, and reached for a bell on his end table that, when he rang it, emitted a musical tinkling and a trickle of black and purple magic tendrils that oozed out into the air. In an alarmingly short amount of time there was an imp servant in the room with them. Blitz shifted uncomfortably, aware that he was basically an escort in their eyes. The servant didn't even glance at him.
"Abbot, bring my massage table and toiletries, including the stones," Stolas instructed, and the servant gave a short bow before heading off to his task. Blitz frowned, turning to face the royal demon.
"What, you wanna do some kind of happy ending role play? Fine, as long as I get to lay down for it," he agreed, shrugging. Stolas gave a hoot of laughter.
"Oh no, Blitzy, you're in no condition to partake in any sexual acts. No, you will relax and I will help you work out some of these awful knots. There's a spasm right here," He pressed down on a spot on Blitz's right trap that made him wince and jerk away, "You see? I think you will feel much better afterwards, what do you say?"
Blitz frowned.
"No sex?" He asked, not quite sure he was getting it right. It was the full moon after all, and he'd brought the book. This wasn't the deal.
"Not tonight, darling. We can always- ah!" The servant returned, accompanied by two others who helped roll in an incredibly long massage table, cus Stolas was a long bitch, as well as a cart with oils, towels and a basket of black, flat stones.
"Wonderful, thank you," Stolas said, waving away the servents. "Come, Blitzy, what kind of scents do you like? Lavender? Eucalyptus? Saldalwood?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Eucalyptus, I think," Stolas decided, and dabbed a few drops into the head rest at the top of the table. He looked up at the imp who was still standing beside the bed, looking uncertain. This looked fancy as fuck.
"Remove your cloths and lay face down," Stolas instructed, holding the thick top sheet up off the bed in an invitation.
"No funny business?"
"You have my word, Blitz. Don't you think you deserve a bit of pampering?"
Did he think that? Not really, no. But what the fuck, that didn't mean he was gunna pass it up either. Plenty of sinners got their hands on good things they didn't deserve, why shouldn't he? And if Stolas did change his mind and decide to finger bang him or ride him or whatever, well, Blitz had endured far worse foreplay in his day. He shed his cloths and pulled himself up onto the table, laying down with his face in the hole that smelled fucking amazing. Shit, the bed was heated, too, and there was a soft log shaped pillow that was tucked beneath his ankles, propping up his calves.
Stolas hummed softly and draped the heavy sheet over Blitz, covering him from the neck down. Immediately Blitz felt large hands begin to press and smooth down his entire back and legs in sweeping motions, making Blitz feel like he was a pile of dough being kneeded. Blitz didn't really see how this was a massage but it was still nice so he didn't say anything. This went on for a little while before Stolas pulled away the sheet on his back and then away from his legs and tucked it between them, so Blitz's ass was left covered. It felt like Blitz was wearing a long sheet diaper.
Blitz mumbled the fuck into the headrest and Stolas shushed him, pressing his hands into the exposed skin of his back. His hands were full of pleasantly warm oil that made Blitz shiver, and he massaged down Blitz back, arms, and legs for long moments until Blitz blitz was in a haze. That's about when the purring started. It was a a good thing that Blitz could not see the besotted look on the owl demons face or he would have called off the whole thing. Stolas then grabbed hot stones and ran them firmly along the corded muscle of the imps back and along his arms, leaving them sitting heavy in Blitz’s upturned palms. He left one in the center of his back as well, making Blitz feel as if he was pinned to the table by magic.
Fingers massaged themselves into the base of his tail and he grunted. They slid along the length of it, pressing down firmly and rubbing circles into the spade. Stolas rubbed his feet and hands, missing not one toe or finger. On and on this went, pressing and rubbing with thumbs and palms and fingers, sometimes the owl prince would press the length of his forearms along Blitz's back, sliding them down his body. His hands dipped close to Blitz’s ass and inner thighs too, but at no point did the touching feel sexual, even if Blitz was getting a little bit turned on anyway. When Stolas did push and press at the muscle of his ass, it was above the sheet and he didn't linger or make crude remarks.
"Blitzy dear, I'm going to raise the sheet and I need you to flip over and scoot down just a bit," came Stolas’s voice, and Blitz grunted in reply and did as he was told. When the sheet settled back over his chest and legs, there was a bit of a tent between his legs that he was sure Stolas would notice and have something to say about. He wasn't fully hard by any means, but clearly his body was reacting to the touches. However, no such comments came and Blitz sighed out as he felt a hot towel drape over his eyes and delicate but firm fingers landed on his temples, massaging his head.
"Mmmmm," Blitz couldn't help the noise that escaped him. He could feel the purr building in his chest and didn't have the energy to stop it. The sound rumbled through the room as fingers rubbed at his temples, the base of his horns, the bottom of his skull, and slipped beneath his shoulders to slide along the knots there once again and work them away a little further.
Blitz had lost all sense of time as Stolas worked, making his way back to his arms and legs now that he was flipped, and then back to his head again before finally Blitz felt Stolas’s beak gently press and nibble at his forehead. He sighed, feeling like absolute putty. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to go back to reality. His purring continued.
"Do not move, sweetheart, just rest a while longer," Stolas muttered, replacing the now cooled towel with a fresh, hot one. "You did wonderfully, my dear."
"Mmm...me? Fuck, Stolas, that was- that was fucking luxurious as shit. I think I died." Blitz said, his voice somewhere slurred. Stolas hooted with laughter, running a hand down Blitz’s arm and rubbing his thumbs into the imp's palm. Blitz groaned.
"I certainly hope you have not died, Blitzy, I would so hate to lose you" the prince said sincerely, making Bitz glad that his face was mostly covered in a towel. He was too relaxed and vulnerable right now for that shit.
"How are you so good at that?" He asked, deflecting.
"I have been receiving weekly massages for some time, I simply did to you what they do for me. If you like I can have one of my masseuses work on you once a month? Or, if you like, I could? Perhaps we could pick another day? The new moon?"
"Hmmm. Maybe," Blitz said, pulling the towel off his face and sitting up slowly with a groan. He looked at Stolas who was smiling oddly as him.
"What?" He snapped, feeling suddenly insecure. Stolas only smiled wider and ran a hand along Blitz's face, cupping it gently.
"You are very handsome," the avian prince replied honestly, and Blitz flushed. "Would you like to lie down in the bed now and have some dinner before we retire?" Stolas asked, hoping Blitz could be enticed into staying with good food and a soft bed.
"Wait, you don't want me to fuck you at all?" The imp asked, eyes narrowed.
"I told you, Blitzy, you should be resting your back tonight. Come! I will help you down so you do not have to jump."
Blitz grumbled but took the offered hand and allowed Stolas to lift him from the massage table and carry him to the bed where he deposited him into the soft sheets and piled pillows.
"I could have walked!" He insisted, and Stolas kissed his head.
"But I just love to pamper you, Blitzy! Now! Would you like stake tar tar? I am craving something fresh! Or perhaps a sous vide ribeye?" Before Blitz could give his input Stolas cried, "We will have both, I cannot decide! And some fish, as well! How does that sound, dear?
"That uhh, sounds great, Stolas," Blitz said, sinking into the pillows and letting his eyes slip closed.
Stolas smiled and ran a hand over Blitz's horns, stroking gently at the base. Blitz hummed, a soft purr starting up again, which was a little weird. He hadn't purred this much or this easily since- in a long time. Not for a long time. This night definitely hadn't been what he was expecting and he wasn't complaining exactly it was just.....different. Weird. He was going to take a nap so he didn’t have to think about it.
He felt Stolas press a kiss to his forehead as he drifted off, and when he woke again it was to the smell of cooked meat and fish and to Stolas attempting to hand feed him which he did not allow because he could feed his damn self, thank you. It was nice though, he had to admit. And his back felt amazing. Maybe he'd be back on the new moon, he'd think about it. Why not.