Stolitz | 7.9k | Explicit 🔞 | Smut, fluff, humor, teasing, clothed sex, sex in the van, Stolas has a cloaca, imp anatomy, dirty talk (see more tags on AO3)
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Showing up at the Imp City Pride Parade naked as the day he was born had seemed like a great idea when he left the house. It was his one chance to be overtly sexual and obnoxious around his friends and coworkers without getting scolded for it. After all, Pride was the event where being a freaky pervert, even by Hell’s standards, was something to be celebrated.
The moment Stolas arrived, though, Blitzø knew he was fucked.
The fishnet shirt that left nothing to the imagination. The matching earring, hair dye and eye shadow. The grabbable choker. Those fucking shorts. Christ. And Blitzø thought his ’outfit’ had been sexual. He had nothing on Stolas’ slutty-ass look. The man was literally sex on legs.
He was going to spend the whole parade hard as a rock, wasn’t he?
“Blitzø!” Stolas smiled when he saw him, trotting elegantly towards the van with those deliciously long legs of his. Via, who was by Stolas’ side, rolled her eyes at her dad’s earnest excitement and joined Loona a bit farther down the street. “Oh, I’m so delighted to be here—I’ve never attended a pride parade before!”
Blitzø leaned on the window frame and gave Stolas a look.
“Well, for a newbie, you sure know how to dress for the occasion.” He didn’t bother hiding his hunger as he gave Stolas’ body an appreciative look, his gaze lingering on those shorts that hugged his thighs beautifully. “It should be illegal to go outside looking so fuckable, you know.”
“Oh?” Stolas bent down so they were face to face. He looked so smug, the fucking flirt. “Like what you see, then, darling?”
“Maybe I do,” Blitzø said, leaning back on his seat for Stolas to appreciate his looks as well.
As expected, Stolas’ eyes widened at the sight of his naked body.
“Hmm. Likewise, I must say,” he replied, touching Blitzø’s chest right by the pan flag. He ran the tip of a long finger down Blitzø’s side all the way to his waist, making him shiver.
“Yeah?” Blitz buried his hand in Stolas’ chest feathers and, looking Stolas in the eye, trailed it up to hook one finger around his collar and pull him closer. Stolas hooted, and his feathers puffed up with delight as a flustered blush spread over his pretty face. “Bet you’ll like it even more when I spend this whole parade hard as a fucking rock because of you, you slutty, slutty bird,” he murmured, lowering his voice in that way that never failed to make Stolas shiver.
Stolas giggled, a tiny out-of-breath sound that traveled right down to Blitzø’s cock. “I’m sure I will enjoy that indeed,” he purred, leaning so far into the van that his beak practically brushed against Blitzø’s cheek.
Blitzø nipped playfully at Stolas’ neck. “Better stay close to the window to block the view,” he said lowly. “Unless you want everyone to see what you do to me, babe.”
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