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Thursday mornings were literal hell. IMP opened early to make Friday's easier, and Stolas held meetings with hell's elite at the palace. Because they were the smartest beings in hell, this came as a surprise.
Every.
Single.
Week.
"phone, keys, wallet, knife- fuck" Blitzø cursed, patting his pockets for the essentials. He began searching the side of the bed, calling out to Stolas.
"oi feathers, have you seen my fucken' knife? I thought I put it on the table?"
Stolas hung his head out of the bathroom, attempting to button what Blitzø had dubbed the royal romper with one hand, while the other held a bottle of preening oil.
"try next to your boots love, I think-"
"YUP!"
Knife in hand, Blitzø skidded into the bathroom next to Stolas, who simply stepped out of the way, used to the smaller demon's antics.
While the imp got his bearings after his slide, Stolas continued his makeup, trying to get his eyeliner to match.
Blitzø buckled the knife to his thigh, checked his horns and teeth in the floor length mirror next to the vanity. Satisfied, he nodded, shooting his reflection finger guns.
"fuck yeah. Okay I'm out, love ya, kick ass, don't do anything I would do"
"Wouldn't dream of it darling!" Stolas called after the imp who was now wrestling with his boots. "Be safe, shoot straight and shoot first". He smiled at himself in the mirror, returning to his makeup only to feel someone crash into his legs.
"gimme kiss" Blitzø dragged Stolas down by the wrist, kissing the confused bird on the forehead, before sprinting to the balcony and swinging over.
Stolas remained frozen, half kneeling on the floor, eyeliner smudged down his cheek.
Blitzø was like an affectionate tornado. Chaos and destruction incarnate, but it was moments like this Stolas remembered why he fell in love. They had been tentatively together for months now, and still, little gestures left him starstruck and giggling
He fixed his makeup and ruffled clothes, but left his head feathers mussed. A small reminder of his whirlwind lover
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Blitzø shouldered open the door to Stolas' office, hands full of "very important paperwork sir, so please don't use this set for horse drawings" past, present and future Moxxie pleaded in his head. Blitzø snorted. Like he'd ever let his horse babies share space with boring as fuck documents.
He stopped short, noticing Stolas face down on his desk, snoring softly. He checked his phone screen, it was well past the time Stolas typically went to bed. He himself had only headed to the office to file the pile of future land fill Moxxie had given him. Blitzø padded softly over to the desk, shoving his paperwork on the wide surface, then hitching himself up too. He gently petted the fluffy head now next to his thigh, trying to wake the avian softly.
"hey. hey babe C'mon. You can't sleep here, you'll hurt your back. uppie up. oi. dumbass, it's bed time and this is not bed"
Stolas stirred, then sat directly upright, blinking wildly, trying to recognise his surroundings. Calming down, he looked at Blitzø, and slumped, face planting the imp's lap.
Blitzø smiled, leaning back on a palm and continuing his soft petting.
"big day huh?" He glanced at the number of coffee cups scattered across the table.
"I am one more star chart away from faking my death and moving to the wrath ring to be a farmer"
Blitzø quirked an eyebrow "and how are you getting around the whole immortality thing?"
Stolas whined, wrapping his arms around the imps waist. "Give me solutions not logic darling, I've had enough of logic"
"you know me, I've always been shoot first, find solutions later kinda guy"
Stolas grumbled, muffled from where he had his face burried in Blitzø's lap.
The imp sighed, pulling the avian's face up, and cupping it in both palms. He shook it back and forth softly, pulling at his boyfriends cheeks. Stolas went limp, forcing Blitzø to hold him up, laughing as he swore
"oi, dumbass if you're gonna go floppy wait till you're in bed first, let's go"
"I'm too tired to move" Stolas' whined playfully, leaning in to rub against Blitzø cheek, nudging him for a kiss. The smaller demon tipped his chin up and away, ignoring the avian.
"why won't you kiss me darling?" Stolas pouted and Blitzø grinned.
"no kisses till you get up for bed"
"blackmailer! traitor! betrayer!" Stolas wailed, trying desperately to kiss the other demon, who only laughed and wiggled back. He sat cross legged on the edge of the table, and closed his eyes, tilting his chin back.
But Stolas wasn't above playing dirty.
Blitzø heard the scrape of a chair pulling closer, and Stolas shifting his weight. The very next thing he felt was a hot tounge running up his throat, and soft kisses along his jaw line.
He fisted his hands in the fabric of his jeans, determined not to react.
Stolas hummed, leaning in this time to trace his tongue over the imps collar bones. This earned him a hiss, and he kept up his efforts. He traced a winding line of kisses and bites up Blitzø throat and face, but never quite touching his lips. He slid his hands up Blitzø thighs and waist, smoothing over his chest.
Breaking away for a moment to catch his breath, Stolas found himself immediately pulled back. Blitzø had pushed himself up onto his knees, and pulled them both flush together, chest to chest.
"You."
A sharp toothed kiss was pressed to his collar bone and Stolas tipped his head back, exposing his throat.
"Are so"
Another kiss, on the line of his jaw.
"Fucking"
A softer set of kisses, one on each cheekbone.
"Annoying"
Blitzø crashed their mouths together, and Stolas wasted no time sinking into the connection. Despite the intensity, the imp stayed gentle. Sweeping his tongue into Stolas' mouth, weaving his claws through the shorter feathers on the avians face.
Stolas shuffled forward in his seat, wrapping his arms around Blitzø's waist. He pulled back slightly to trace Blitzø's lower lip with his tongue, making an indignant sound when Blitzø nipped at it.
He retaliated by scratching the base of Blitzø's tail, swallowing the resulting soft moan.
Blitzø broke the connection this time, propping his forehead against Stolas' and laughing breathlessly.
"wait, how the fuck did you end up getting your way again?"
Stolas grinned, cupping Blitzø's face.
"I'm just that good darling" Stolas breathed, pulling him back in.
Blitzø made a contented noise on the back of his throat, angling his head to help their mouths slot together. Draping his arms over Stolas' shoulders, he held the other close.
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The next morning, despite Moxxie's lecture on punctuality, the number of coffees required to do a hit, and the headache, Blitzø wouldn't give up their Thursday's for anything.