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“Blitzyyyy! Oh my that was the single most incredible experience of my life!”
“Yeah, whatever, don’t mention it.”
“How could I not? I would sing it from the palace roof if I could! - wait, where are you going?”
Blitzø huffed, half way to the edge of the ridiculously huge bed. This was supposed to be fucking quick. Instead he’d been convinced to stay so late he was more than certain he would be hearing morning birds before long. He turned his head and caught sight of those wide red eyes, endless in their majesty, the glowing orbs open windows into the prince’s soul. Horny as he had been and as pleasantly surprised he was that the sex had actually been pretty fucking good, Blitzø wasn’t a complete idiot. He could see the loneliness in the depths of those eyes and it was in the forefront now, pleading without words as long taloned fingers itched to reach for him.
“Look, I gotta get out of here before we get caught, feathers,” he reasoned - which, speaking of which, they were every-fucking-where.
The rejection flickered across Stolas’ features and Blitzø felt the pang of regret in his chest and did everything in his ability to very pointedly ignore it. He didn’t feel any which way about this royal bitch other than the fact that he owned the book that still lay forgotten on the floor.
So close, yet so far.
“I-I know, I do not want to keep you but… perhaps you could… just a little longer? Until I fall asleep? Please?”
He was too clingy, Blitzø told himself. He needed to nip this shit in the bud quickly, but then Stolas was laying in the silken sheets, reaching for Blitzø now with pleading talons and a pout to his beak.
Blitzø couldn’t help it. He loved a natural bottom.
“Okay, okay, fine, but then I am gone.”
A chirp was the immediate response alongside Stolas lifting the thickest, softest duvet Blitzø had even been near, let alone lay on. Reluctant as he was, Blitzø slid under it and allowed Stolas to crowd himself into Blitzø’s body, head resting on his shoulder and tucked up under his jaw. Sighing, Blitzø used one hand to brush through the mess of feathers on Stolas’ head as he lay the other behind his own head. More than aware that the owl was completely exhausted, he was certain he’d have a snoring prince on his hands quickly enough. Then he could nab the book and get the fuck out of dodge.
“Blitzy?”
He winced at the nickname. “Yeah, what?”
“Will you kiss me goodnight?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Honestly, he hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but his automatic reaction reared its head before he could stop it. No. Kissing was too intimate. It implied there was something going on in this scenario other than a quick fuck and that was not the case - or, Blitzø supposed, it could be considered a transaction as well, if fucking the rich bird meant he could take off with his book.
But he hated the sting of guilt that shot through him when Stolas had wilted, avoiding his eyes as he tried to hide even while pressed into his side, arms tucked between them, hands curled under his own chin. “O-oh, I’m sorry. I-I’ve just never… nevermind, forget I asked.”
Wait. Never what?
“You really mean to tell me you’ve never been kissed?” Blitzø accused and he scoffed when Stolas gave a meek nod. “Bullshit. You’re married with a whole fucking kid.”
Feathers bristled under Blitzø’s palm, Stolas’ voice was hardened as he spoke. “As you’ve proven, fornication does not require kissing one’s partner.” There was a sadness to his tone as the frustration weaned away. “And my wife and I were arranged and there is no love there. At all.”
Blitzø winced slightly. “Okay, fair enough,” he conceded.
“B-but it was foolish to ask regardless, after all that you have done for me already,” Stolas said quietly, beginning to sound tired as his body began to grow heavy with sleep. “If it is a boundary you do not want to cross then I will respect it.”
“Y-yeah… sure,” Blitzø muttered.
“Thank you for tonight, Blitzy,” Stolas yawned and, though it sounded like he wanted to continue speaking, his breathing evened out moments later as he drifted into slumber.
Once he was certain Stolas was properly asleep, Blitzø shifted his position so he could distance himself a little more, his arm still pillowing Stolas’ head as he stared into the face of a man who had only just relaxed completely. It was more than clear that this guy was repressed as hell and in the tragedy of a loveless marriage.
Blitzø might not hold a lot of respect for the rich and powerful assholes of Hell, but he’d always held a bit of a soft spot for Stolas - not to the degree Stolas held for him apparently, but a soft spot nonetheless. And that sweet, sheltered kid Blitzø had known as a child did not deserve whatever life left him feeling so lonely.
“I guess I can wait around a little longer,” he muttered, brushing loose hanging feathers from Stolas’ forehead and leaning in to brush his lips to the swell of his cheek. Stolas sighed in his sleep and Blitzø found himself smiling a little, allowing himself to feel some fondness without any one there to see. As he lay his head down, the pillow under his head as like a feather all on its own. “Fuck, this bed is fucking comfortable…”
He barely registered as his eyes began to slide closed, too busy realising that the feathers upon Stolas’ face were softer than anywhere else and the tingle of the touch lingered on his lips like a distant memory.