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He was snoring.
The noise pulled Blitzø out of whatever post-sex state of unconsciousness he’d been in. Oh, ass to this, Blitzø thought. He scowled. He could deal with Stolas’ pompous attitude, he could deal with picking feathers out of his teeth for a week, he even could deal with Stolas eating whole-ass mice in front of him. But disturbing his goddamn sleep? No. You had to draw the line somewhere.
Blitzø pulled his face out of Stolas’ soft, feathery chest (sue a guy, alright? There was a reason humans stuffed their pillows full of this stuff!), and leaned up on his elbow to glower at him. Stolas was sound asleep, but the snoring stopped as he stirred in response to Blitzø’s movement. The long arm wrapped around Blitzø twitched as if to draw him in closer, and he made a gentle, questioning noise, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Blitzø made sure to stay very, very still. Slowly Stolas’ brows eased and he went back to looking blissfully asleep. After a long moment, the silence in the room slowly filled with snoring once again.
Blitzø rolled his eyes. Alright. Maybe he was being a little dramatic. After all, Stolas wasn’t really snoring. Moxxie snored. That fucking guy could shake an entire building complex. Stolas’ was…cooing. Soft, little bird-like noises. Blitzø felt a small smile play on his lips. Maybe it was…just a little cute. Blitzø angrily shook his head. No . Giant, all-powerful bird perverts weren’t cute, they were a motherfucking pain in his ass. Literally. Stolas was blustery and fussy and a huge fucking pernickety nerd. He was annoying as shit sometimes! But, Blitzø thought, the smile returning, he also talked to his plants, he brought Blitzø a coffee in the morning, and he sang to himself in his library. Not to mention he was fucking wild in the sack, like seriously, truly inspired, animalistic stuff…and the way he looked at Blitzø sometimes with a certain softness, it made him feel…well, it didn’t matter.
The gentle hoots continued. Blitzø tilted his head. Alright. Maybe he was just a little bit cute. Blitzø didn’t know why he did it, but he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He opened the camera and lay back comfortably in Stolas’ arms. After a little fumbling trying to get the angle right, he quickly took a photo of them. The click sounded loud in the quiet.
“Mmm…Blitzø?” Stolas mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah. Go back to sleep,” Blitzø whispered, clutching his phone to his chest with wide eyes.
He waited, but Stolas said nothing more. His breathing went even and deep again. Carefully, Blitzø looked at the photo. Shit, there really were feathers everywhere. What a mess. But Stolas looked peaceful, and Blitzø…he looked…he looked happy. It was dumb. Blitzø knew what their relationship was. It was just sex. It was just transactional. Tale as old as time. The bored, rich sex pest found a convenient cock to sit on, and the not-so-rich guy needed the rich guy’s help to murder people. Okay, maybe not exactly a tale as old as time, but Blitzø was pretty sure he’d heard of someone in a similar situation before. Mike Something.
He sighed. Blitzø looked at the photo for a moment longer before putting his phone back on the nightstand. He should really use this time to gather his things and sneak out. But it was chilly outside, and he didn’t want Stolas to wake up and look at him with sad, red eyes that asked why he was going. Blitzø nestled up close into Stolas’ chest. He was warm and soft. It was nice. Blitzø fell asleep easily, and if someone were to come upon them, they would’ve heard a rumbling purr alongside the sleepy cooing.