„I always wonder how you can sit there so easily, Blitzy."
„How? On my butt. And depending on how rough you were with me, it's not always as easy," Blitz gives him a mischievous grin and laughs out when the owl-demon blushes lightly.
„You know what I mean," Stolas hands him a cup of steaming coffee and leans onto the balustrade of the balcony, eyeing the imp from the side.
„For once, I don't, Birdie," Blitz tilts his head, kicking his legs that are dangling down the balustrade.
„You could...fall down there and...you have no wings or anything to catch yourself with. No rope no...anything. You're merely wearing boxers right now..."
„Yeah, but they're my special boxers. They turn into a parachute when I blow my nose."
Stolas chokes on his own coffee when he now has to laugh out loudly at this.
„Hey!" Blitz quickly starts hitting him onto his back, „Kinky session is over for today, Birdbrain! No choking on me now!"
Giggling and still gasping for breath, Stolas recovers from his near-death experience and searches Blitz' eyes, „Thought...this was your assassin skill there to...finally get rid of me, after all..."
„Hmpf. I promise to be less cruel if I ever get that desire..." Blitz' smile softens and he now almost too tenderly cups the prince's cheek and wipes his tears from choking away for him, „You good?"
„Yes," Stolas blushes even more and nuzzles into the touch.
His feathers are soft and the light blush makes him look even cuter than normally...
Blitz feels his own face heating up and he quickly pulls his hand back, looking away again and clearing his throat, „Hrmhrm... Uhm... About...me falling down the balcony... Why would I worry about that? It's not like I fall down easily."
Stolas, a little sad that the tender touch ended so soon, now quirks a brow at him, „Blitzy, as much as I like to make you compliments... You can be a little...clumsy at times... Especially if you don't pay attention to something..."
Blitz huffs out and rolls his eyes, but the moment he turns his head back to look at Stolas and give him a piece of his mind for this, he's met with four worried, soft eyes and a thick lump blocks his throat.
He continues to just stare at Stolas and then tries to wash this lump away with his coffee. But damn, those eyes again...
„Who cares?" Blitz hears his own words and can't help a tiny wince.
What Stolas thankfully doesn't notice because of his own heavy wince.
„You...should..." Stolas' eyes move down, past the balustrade, then he looks at Blitz again and suddenly gently, but firmly grabs his wrist, „And I do."
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Helluva Deal
FanfictionFirst a needy Stolas in his office, then a strange, ever grinning overlord, that everybody tells him to be careful with. - That's really not how Blitz imagined his day to begin. And he surely isn't prepared for what the appearance of this Alastor se...
