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Blitzo put the final touches on the bedroom and checked that everything he had bought from Demon's Desire was ready.
After some debate, he decided not to continue working there. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the opportunity and wouldn't miss the people he worked with. Blitzo just felt like the adult novelty shop had served its purpose in his life, and it was time to close that chapter.
He instead decided to work part time as a bouncer and go into business for himself as a freelance mercenary. Blitzo always wanted to be his own boss, and Stolas fully supported the idea. The ex-prince even offered to help with bookkeeping. Stolas's monthly allowance as Octavia’s primary caregiver gave them enough to cover the major expenses, and Blitzo’s income could go to things like food and savings.
Plus going freelance would offer him the flexibility to care for their two children. During the day Loona would go to school, but Octavia still needed someone at home.
The children were adjusting about as well as to be expected after their move to a tiny townhouse in a hellborn residential area of Pride. It was a single story with three bedrooms, one and a half baths, and a little backyard that Stolas had already begun renovating into a garden.
On the outside looking in, it was a dream come true, but the realities of parenthood and homeownership were exhausting. Octavia got up two to three times a night. Loona was caught hiding food and sleeping in her closet. Stolas was having to learn to do chores for the first time which led to incidents of the laundry machine overflowing with dish soap. And Blitzo was going through the difficulties of launching a career. Their home, well decent, needed a lot of TLC. They scrubbed it top to bottom, painted walls, and had locks replaced. There was also a list of minor repairs so long it would take years to get it all done.
They hadn’t had much time for dating amongst the chaos. They’d had sex when they could, but a quickie in between diaper changes, home renovation, and work just wasn’t the same.
It was for this reason Blitzo had asked Millie to take Loona for a slumber party on the same evening Octavia spent her weekly night at the palace. Stolas and Blitzo both needed some time for them. He hadn’t told Stolas his plans, hoping to surprise the owl with something special.
Blitzo got changed into his leather vest and skin tight pants that Stolas liked. Then he went to the bedroom to wait.
***
Stolas opened the door, weary, and threw his keys towards the dish on the side table. He missed and they clattered to the ground. Grumbling, he went over and picked them up. It was then he noticed the rose sitting in the dish along with the first note.
Go to the kitchin.
He smiled and shut the front door. With a flick of his hand he locked and sealed it. Picking up the rose, Stolas followed the instructions.
He crossed their spasely decorated living room to the kitchen door. Blitzo’s furniture plus what Stolas had been allowed to take from the palace left many of the rooms looking minimalist. Stolas thought he would miss the familiarity of palace opulence, but actually the spartan nature of their home was refreshing.
On the kitchen counter was a half full bottle of wine and a glass laid out for him with another note.
Drink this and go to the bathrom. Get washed up and put on the cloths left for you. Im in the bedrum wen your ready.
Stolas blushed. Oh that devious boyfriend of his was already making him hot with anticipation. He happily did as the words said and brought his glass of wine down the hallway to the bathroom. On the sink was a lacy blue corset and his collar.
He went about the task of preening his feathers and getting dressed while drinking the wine. Stolas was a little nervous as he added the collar. They hadn't done a proper session in ages.
Stolas took a minute to look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look any different but he felt different. He felt more whole and confident. For the first time in his life, he didn’t dread the responsibilities of his life because he had chosen them. His finger rubbed along the initials BB&SG carved into his collar with reverence.
Finally, Stolas exited the bathroom and made his way further down the hallway. He passed the children’s bedrooms until he reached the one at the end.
He knocked on their closed bedroom door, feeling the anticipation grow as a low “Come in” echoed from the other side. Stolas opened the door to see Blitzo laying on the bed in what could be considered a cliche sexy pose. However just the sight of the imp made Stolas’s knees weak.
“Sit on the bed, pretty bird,” Blitzo purred.
Stolas shut the door behind him and did as he was told.
Blitzo took a moment to inspect the outfit on Stolas. He crawled over and wrapped his arms around his lover, letting his claws scrape up Stolas’s spine and along the seam of the corset where the ribbons cinched it together. The imp leaned up and brought their mouths together in a slow kiss that had Stolas moaning. So often their kisses were hurried pecks in the morning as they rushed around. It was addicting to feel the slow glide of their tongues against each other.
Too soon Blitzo pulled away and Stolas’s eyes fluttered as he let himself relax into Blitzo’s hold.
“I knew you would look beautiful in this,” Blitzo said like he was starving and Stolas was a four course meal he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. The praise had Stolas’s thighs squeeze together as a fresh wave of arousal made him even wetter. Blitzo knew exactly what he was doing to his boyfriend and he pressed a hand down to Stolas’s core. He forced his legs apart and slid his fingers against Stolas’s hole.
“You look a little tense. Maybe I could help you out?” Blitzo said cheekily and Stolas let out a breathy laugh. It was the same line Blitzo used during their first time together.
“Please,” Stolas said, desperately needing his lover’s touch.
Blitzo lowered him to the bed and reached over to grab the cuffs he planned to use. They were made of soft, cushioned leather and the chain glowed an ethereal white.
“What is that?” Stolas asked, his lust breaking momentarily as his curiosity peaked.
“You remember when you told me that angelic ropes made you helpless. Well Tub happened to know a guy who knows a guy and I managed to borrow these for tonight,” Blitzo said with a hint of pride.
Stolas’s eyes widened. As a demon, his immediate reaction was to be afraid of anything deriving from heaven, but he couldn’t help being curious. They both knew that Stolas was never really powerless when Blitzo tied him up. He was always one spell away from breaking the bonds Blitzo put on him. The idea of putting his well being completely in Blitzo’s hands made him nervous.
Blitzo sensed his unease. “We don’t have to. I got the normal stuff if you want to do that too,” he said. That assurance was Stolas’s undoing. Blitzo was so quick to make him comfortable and put Stolas’s needs before his own wants.
“Yes,” Stolas said and held out his wrists in complete trust.
Blitzo’s pupils widened until his eyes looked dark and predatory. He gently put on the cuffs and pressed Stolas’s hands up above his head. Blitzo used another strong chain to link the cuffs to the ring installed on their headboard.
The immediate effect of his magic being chained by the cuffs was strange. It was like Blitzo had wrapped him in chains and Stolas gave an experimental tug. Without his magic he wasn’t as strong and the restraints were sturdy. He was truly unable to get away, and the act of relinquishing himself to Blitzo made his desire skyrocket.
Blitzo meanwhile was drunk on power as he licked at Stolas’s neck and shoulder before moving his way down between his legs. He reached Stolas’s groin and gave a lick at his hole.
“That's it. Try to get away,” Blitzo said eagerly and gave a few more licks.
Stolas writhed and spread his legs further apart. He yanked on the restraints to no avail as his heart thudded.
“You’re my bitch,” Blitzo said with authority and shoved his entire tongue in.
Stolas arched his back at the intrusion with a low moan as he was fucked into. It swirled inside him, wet and obscene. It pressed into his nerves, rubbing with the expertise of a seasoned lover. But it wasn’t enough. Blitzo edged him as he licked his kissed his hole, bringing him closer and closer before backing off to let him breath.
Every sensation was heightened by the cuffs that kept him pliant and trapped. Stolas was completely helpless and he was reduced to begging for more. “Blitzy. I need your cock. Your fingers. Anything. Please, darling!”
Blitzo ignored him and thrust his tongue in and out some more. The slurping noise and purr that was coming from him was a clear sign he was enjoying himself. Stolas’s begging tapered off to moans as the pleasurable torture continued.
Finally Blitzo pulled back and wiped his chin. He unhurriedly got off the bed and grabbed a bottle of water off the nightstand. He took a long drink and then brought it over for Stolas to sip as well.
“You ready for more?” he asked and Stolas nodded.
Blitzo slid off his pants to reveal his impressive hard on. He moved the restraints to flip Stolas onto his stomach. He gave the goetia a smack on the rear. “Ass up.”
Stolas did his best to scramble to his knees and Blitzo shoved pillows underneath for support. Blitzo kneeled behind him and dug his claws into Stolas’s hips. The pain fed Stolas’s masochism as he was roughly dragged back onto Blitzo’s cock. The girth was a welcome relief and Stolas’s oversensitive nerves had him tumbling over the edge almost instantly.
“That’s right, baby. You like getting fucked by my cock don’t you,” Blitzo said confidently and started thrusting.
Being called baby was making Stolas’s head feel funny. He let the sensation of being fucked consume him as he completely gave in. He focused on the feel of the cuffs binding his body and the cock penetrating him. On the feel of Blitzo biting and clawing as he gave in to his own urges. Stolas was lulled into a sense of calm. He was immersed in his lover, his dom, his Blitzo.
“Fucking love you so much,” Blitzo murmured into his back. The imp's hips snapped forward faster.
That declaration of devotion had Stolas groaning. His second orgasim grew until his whole lower half tightened like a taunt spring ready to snap.
“Blitzo,” Stolas said, unable to form more than one word sentences but putting as much love into his voice. Blitzo let out a cry when he came, and Stolas followed soon after, jerking violently in his release. Warmth spread in his stomach as Blitzo flooded his insides.
The imp flopped onto his back and they stayed locked together for a moment while they both enjoyed the high. The moment ended when Blitzo pulled out and took off Stolas’s restraints. His magic trickled back to him and Blitzo helped take off his corset.
Dressed in nothing but his collar, Stolas curled up on the bed and Blitzo moved to curl into his chest. Stolas felt so safe and cozy. He brought his beak down to kiss Blitzo between the horns. A part of him just wanted to sleep, but it was still early in the evening. No doubt they’d be at it again in a few hours, and they still needed dinner.
“So… you okay?” Blitzo asked.
“Yes,” Stolas confirmed. “I’m okay.”