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Blitzø had just gotten his braces off.
This was important to note, because he'd been waiting for this day for four years. Four years of sore teeth and a metal laced grin and no kissing.
Sure he could have kissed with braces, but he was pretty sure it would suck for the other person involved. And if they had braces too? No way. That was a fucking nightmare just waiting to happen. He didn't need to get his teeth locked with someone else's. Gross. And embarrassing.
So Blitzø had waited and schemed, and today was the day he was going to kiss someone for the first time. Not just any someone. Fizz. He was going to kiss his best friend Fizz.
They were going to a sick party that he'd heard about through some of the other teens at the circus, and nothing was going to stop him from kissing Fizz at said party. Nothing at all.
The party was at some guy's house, Blitzo didn't really care whose. He was here to steal free booze and kiss Fizz. And he already had a cup full of some kind of disgusting liquor.
The opportunity was absolutely going to come up. He was just… waiting for it. With sweaty hands.
"Let's play truth or dare," someone said over the shitty music, and Blitzø found his opening. He would dare Fizz to kiss him. Easy. Elegant. Perfect.
"Come on, Fizz, let's join them," Blitzø said, practically dragging the other imp by the arm over towards the circle that was forming on the ugly ass living room carpet.
There were two Goetia, two Baphomets, a succubus and a shark demon already gathered there, and a hellhound was joining the circle as they spoke. Fizz looked them over nervously.
"I don't know, Blitzø. What if they choose mean dares," he said, wringing his hands together. "Those are Goetia."
Blitzø cast a look over at them, and shrugged. Maybe back in his parents' day seeing Goetia at a common house party would be weird, but there had been a whole civil war that had displaced them as rich pricks, and now it was plenty common to see them around. Blitzø didn't really give a shit about history or current events or whatever the fuck though. All he needed to know was that Goetia used to be rich, and now they weren't.
These two were a parrot with bright red feathers and a ridiculously pretty owl who was dressed like a goth. He was wearing a black shirt with long flowing sleeves and a pair of really fucking tight black jeans. He was hot as hell, and Blitzø let his eyes linger on him for a second before he looked back at Fizz.
"Who cares. You know I won't let anyone mess with you," Blitzø said, grabbing Fizz's hand and pulling him towards the circle.
They sat, Blitzø grinning and Fizz shifting nervously as he waved hello to everyone.
"Who's gonna start?" A baphomet girl asked. The candle on her head was flickering in her excitement.
"I'll go. I pick dare," Blitzø said. "Cuz truth is for pussies."
One of the Goetia, the hot owl, tutted at him. Blitzø grinned and lifted his fingers in a peace sign, then wagged his tongue between them, and the owl puffed up like a prude little pom pom.
Hilarious.
"I have a dare for you," the parrot guy said. "I dare you to do seven minutes in Lust with my friend Stolas here."
The owl, Stolas, squawked and looked at his friend with an expression of utter betrayal.
Blitzø immediately looked to Fizz, only to find him grinning widely. "Go ahead Blitzø," Fizz said. "You said you'd do a dare."
Shit.
He was supposed to kiss Fizz tonight, not some random owl guy. And Fizz was supposed to be upset at the idea of him kissing someone else. He was supposed to frown and say "No! Blitzø you can't kiss another demon, because you should be kissing me!" He wasn't supposed to encourage Blitzø into the closet with some random guy!
This wasn't going how he'd planned at all.
"Okay, fine. Come on, let's do this," Blitzø said, holding out his hand to a stunned looking Stolas.
"I don't think- it's not a dare for me and- oh I don't know if-" Stolas spluttered, looking nervous.
"What, you don't want to kiss an imp?" Blitzø asked. Racist prick.
"That's not what I meant!" Stolas said. "It's just… I don't even know you."
"That's what makes it fun," Blitzø scoffed, his hand still held out to help the stupid bird up. If he didn't grab it soon Blitzø was going to look like an idiot.
"Come on, just get in the closet with him," the succubus said. Good. Peer pressure always worked.
"Oh, fine," Stolas said, puffing up again as he grabbed Blitzø's hand. Blitzø blinked as Stolas stood. Damn he was tall. Like a really fucking tall horse. Hot.
Blitzø led the way to the hallway closet, trying not to lose his nerve. This guy didn't know that Blitzø had never kissed anyone before. And he didn't need to know. Blitzø was going to blow him away with his kisses. He was going to suck this guys beak so good that he'd be ruined for all other demons.
"And we have to go… in there?" Stolas asked, eyeing the closet with deep mistrust.
"Yeah, the closet is Lust. We spend seven minutes in there sucking face, and then the rest of the party frees us," Blitzø explained, pretending like he'd played before. He had never been the demon chosen to 'go to Lust' but he'd seen other's play. He knew the rules.
"Oh. Oh my. Sucking face?" Stolas asked, even as Blitzø pulled him into the closet and slammed the door behind them. There was a light in there, thank goodness, so it wasn't completely dark and creepy, but it was dim enough that both of their eyes were glowing.
Blitzø tugged Stolas down so that they were sitting on the floor. It'd be easier for him to reach Stolas' mouth that way. The thought made him feel hot under the collar. Fuck. He was gonna kiss this guy.
"I have a confession," Stolas said into the relative quiet of the closet. The music from the party was muffled and it really did feel like it was only the two of them in the whole house. Blitzø couldn't even hear other voices from inside here. Was this closet made of soundproof material?
"What?" Blitzø asked, his hands really sweating now. Fuck was the beak gonna be a problem? It was probably gonna be a problem.
"I've never kissed anyone before," Stolas said, all in one breath.
Oh thank Satan. Stolas wouldn't know that he was bluffing about kissing.
"That's okay. It's easy. You just press your lips… well I guess in your case your beak against my lips and bam! Kissing," Blitzø said.
"Will you walk me through it?" Stolas asked, his four eyes all round and bright. Fuck. He was actually really cute.
"Sure? I don't really know what there is to 'walk you through' though," Blitzø said, cringing at his own terrible impersonation of Stolas' accent.
"Well, for example, where should I put my hands?" Stolas asked, inching ever so slightly closer to Blitzø. Close enough that their knees were touching.
"Uhh. Wrap your arms around my shoulders," Blitzø said, not sure where the words were coming from. "And I'll put my hands on your waist."
"I'll be in your lap if we do that," Stolas said, and Blitzø was hit with the thought that maybe Stolas was stalling because he didn't want to kiss him.
"So? Just get over here and kiss me already," Blitzø snapped. "Unless you- mmph!"
In an instant, Stolas was in his lap, his hands flung around Blitzø's shoulders and his beak pressed hard against Blitzø's lips. It hurt, and Blitzø yelped, nearly falling backwards.
"Okay, wait," Blitzø snapped, pulling back. "Fuck, you almost broke my nose."
"Sorry! I told you, I've never done this before!" Stolas said, sounding sulky. He looked sulky too, but his hunched shoulders didn't really matter when Blitzø realized, holy fuck, he was sitting on his fucking lap.
"Fuck. Okay, here," Blitzø said, and grabbed Stolas' head. He held his cheeks with both hands, squishing them ever so slightly. He hoped Stolas couldn't feel how sweaty they were through his feathers. "You gotta move slower. Don't come at me like a cock through a gloryhole."
"A what?" Stolas hooted, sounding shocked. Hah. What a prude.
"Shh. Kissing time now," Blitzø said, and gently pressed his mouth against Stolas' beak. This time was better. It only lasted for a second or two, but it felt a lot better than getting a beak smashed against his face.
"Okay, now this time, sort of… move your mouth a little?" Blitzø said, not sounding as certain as he wanted to.
Stolas didn't seem to notice that what he'd just said was more of a question than an instruction. He just leaned forward again to kiss Blitzø.
Blitzø moved his lips, maybe a little too much, but Stolas made a pleased little sound into the kiss, so he must have been doing something right.
It was actually kind of making little gay butterflies take flight in Blitzø's stomach.
He brought his hand up to cup Stolas' cheek, and the kiss deepened, both of them moving their lips slower, but with more purpose than before.
Fuck. That felt really nice.
Was this the time to use tongue? Blitzø was pretty fucking sure he was supposed to use tongue now.
He thrust his tongue into Stolas' mouth, and Stolas honest to Satan moaned . Fucking bullseye. Blitzø rocked at this!
Stolas ran his hands up Blitzø's back, and up over his shoulders to drag down his chest. Shivers shot through Blitzø, and he felt warmth bloom in his stomach.
Yeah, having a hot bird in his lap, touching and kissing him was definitely having an effect on him.
"I think I'm getting hard," Blitzø blurted out, and Stolas blinked, looking a little bit dazed and very fucking pretty with his half lidded eyes and open wet beak.
"Oh," Stolas replied.
Blitzø's face was burning, and he was suddenly very glad that the lighting in here was dim.
"Can we continue kissing?" Stolas asked, instead of saying anything sane. "I liked having your tongue in my mouth."
If Stolas was trying to tame his boner back down, he was doing a terrible job of it saying shit like that.
"Fuck, yeah. Let me kiss you," Blitzø said, a little breathless now. He leaned forward again, leading tongue first.
Stolas spluttered a little, so maybe it was too much tongue? Was that possible when kissing?
Blitzø eased up a little, and Stolas took the opportunity to shove his tongue into Blitzø's mouth.
Okay, that was hot. And wet.
They kissed deep and heavy, tongues moving between them, and Blitzø was pretty sure he was actually in lust with this guy.
Stolas was warm in his lap, and soon enough he started grinding down, like he was trying to get friction on his birdpuss. That was so hot that if Blitzø hadn't already been sitting down he would have needed to. Fuck.
Blitzø slid his hands down to Stolas' waist, subtly readjusting him so that he was pressing down against Blitzø's definitely hard now cock.
Stolas yelped, but as soon as he figured out why he was being moved he moaned like an absolute whore.
And then he pressed himself down harder against Blitzø's dick and Blitzø saw stars.
Here he'd been thinking Stolas was a prude, but with the way he was moving Blitzø had clearly been wrong.
Stolas rolled his hips down, and it was Blitzø's turn to moan.
Fuck. Fuck fuck, Blitzø was going to-
"Time's up, sluts," someone said, flinging the door to the closet open. Blitzø blinked into the light, feeling absolutely caught out with Stolas sitting in his lap.
"Oh fuck, they were really going at it," the succubus said, giggling as the demons behind her all crowded forward to try to get a look into the closet.
Blitzø saw Fizz, his eyes huge as he took in the sight of Blitzø with a Goetia in his fucking lap.
"Okay, fuck off," Blitzø said. He squeezed Stolas' waist gently, urging him back off of the bulge in his pants. It'd be so fucking embarrassing to come in front of a whole party. He didn't need that humiliation to add to his ever growing pile of teenage embarrassment. "You knew what we were getting up to. That's the whole point of the game."
"I thought the bird would chicken out," the hellhound said.
"I'm an owl, not a chicken," Stolas said primly, and shuffled off of Blitzø's lap so he could stand. "Thank you for the lovely time."
It occurred to Blitzø only then that he hadn't even introduced himself to Stolas before kissing and dry humping with him.
"Name's Blitzø by the way. You free Wednesday?" He asked. Might as well shoot his shot.
Stolas blinked at him, his feathers all puffed up and bedraggled looking. He looked ridiculously hot.
"Yes. I believe I am. Why?"
Blitzø scoffed. "I'm asking you on a date, dumbass."
"Oh! Yes! Yes I'd love to go on a date," Stolas said, an excited little chirp escaping him. Cute.
Blitzø stood, brushing his legs off and tugging his shirt down to hide his boner. "Cool," he said, trying not to show how fucking jazzed he was. "Let's get back to the party."
So he hadn't kissed Fizz. But maybe that was okay. Because now he had a hot date on Wednesday, and he still had a cup of free booze waiting for him.
Yeah. Life without braces was good.