𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿.

--- "the fact that you even attempt to listen to what she says is impressive." blitz's hands are back on the owl's hips, thumbs rubbing firm circles against the divots in his hipbones. he's not even really aware of what he's doing -- he's basically just using stolas to fidget.

"good you got to see via, at least." he draws the tips of his claws gently up stolas' sides, just light a touch enough to disrupt the feathers so he can smooth them back out.

"waitin' for me?" blitz's grin begins to grow a bit smug. "you see me once a month, and you can always call."

he doesn't always answer, but. stolas can always call. if he leaves a voicemail, blitz always listens. and saves them. he has so many voicemails from stolas on his phone.

"kind of cute to think of you just sitting around and thinking of me, though. makes me wonder what other things you do when you're alone and thinkin' of me."

he can't be normal; sorry, stolas.

“it’s like deciphering hieroglyphics.”

he scoffed before feeling those fingers (claws) up against his sides. he can’t be normal either, but at least they have a mutual understanding of that.

… he also texts, but it’s not always that blitz answers those.

“i think many a things, blitz… not just naughty ones, you know.”

--- yeah, he can only imagine.

the sentence makes his shoulders tense, only marginally. naughty thoughts are what he's good at.

"yeah, like what?" blitz asks, his voice coming out a little bit timidly. his hands stop, resting just gently against his back.

his tail moves to curl around stolas' waist, keeping him close.

now he has to think because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. fuck.

“well… um. i— it’s… not important! simple things… not important!”

yeah, you said that, stolas. he’s completely fucking red.

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

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@regnantminerva from here xx //

--- "the fact that you even attempt to listen to what she says is impressive." blitz's hands are back on the owl's hips, thumbs rubbing firm circles against the divots in his hipbones. he's not even really aware of what he's doing -- he's basically just using stolas to fidget.

"good you got to see via, at least." he draws the tips of his claws gently up stolas' sides, just light a touch enough to disrupt the feathers so he can smooth them back out.

"waitin' for me?" blitz's grin begins to grow a bit smug. "you see me once a month, and you can always call."

he doesn't always answer, but. stolas can always call. if he leaves a voicemail, blitz always listens. and saves them. he has so many voicemails from stolas on his phone.

"kind of cute to think of you just sitting around and thinking of me, though. makes me wonder what other things you do when you're alone and thinkin' of me."

he can't be normal; sorry, stolas.

#tw ;; mildly suggestive #;; ic #regnantminerva ;; stolas

“it’s like deciphering hieroglyphics.”

he scoffed before feeling those fingers (claws) up against his sides. he can’t be normal either, but at least they have a mutual understanding of that.

… he also texts, but it’s not always that blitz answers those.

“i think many a things, blitz… not just naughty ones, you know.”

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //

--- the small noises make blitz bite back a little smile. that's so -- endearing. god, stolas is cute, when blitz can pull his head out of his own ass long enough to admit it.

sex is a bonus, huh? he supposes he can agree with that, though its not like they'd have become this close at all were it not for it.

stolas sinks to his knees, and blitz blinks before just letting his hands drift up as stolas moves down -- they wind up against his back, near the royal's shoulders.

the kisses have him shifting in place and flicking his tail a bit more. he likes the attention. likes it quite a lot. he leans forward to bump his cheek against stolas' head gently, as he had before. a gentle, affectionate head-butt.

and then presses a very brief, very gentle kiss to his cheek. for good measure.

oh, yeah, he’s so content with this. the short kiss to his face causes him to blush and fluff up yet again, tail feathers spreading out on display. his own hands remain against blitz’s sides, resting at his hips.

“have you any news for me?”

he asks softly.

“how is your business? your daughter? you?”

--- the little splay of his tail feathers has blitz giving a few little snickers. it reminds him of those birds that show off their feathers to attract mates.

lucky for stolas, he seems to be fine in that department. blitz is already here, and he doesn't plan on going anywhere. things are... easy right now. they're good.

news? the imp hums, tugging his head away from stolas' to gaze into big red eyes. "business is boomin'." he says with a wide grin. "y'know how many bitches i fuckin' murked just in the past three days? loonie's fine, too -- think she's been hangin' out with some hellhound shitasses the past month or so. she seems to like it. apartment feels kinda empty without her some nights, though."

he gets bored, so his hands start wandering again. they trail along stolas' back, against his spine, down towards his ass again and then back up when he can't quite reach. they linger against his hips, brushing against his outer thighs.

he's basically petting him. he's soft.

"what about you, my blueblood bigshot? you up to anything that isn't reading or rubbing elbows?"

now he had to think of an answer for that one. the touching is a little distracting, however.

“i spent some time with octavia last weekend before she went with her mother. some sort of… vacation i believe. i was hardly listening when stella told me. otherwise, doing the same things i always do. rubbing elbows and reading.”

stolas chuckled, kissing at blitz’s face again.

“and waiting for you to drop by.”

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //

--- the small noises make blitz bite back a little smile. that's so -- endearing. god, stolas is cute, when blitz can pull his head out of his own ass long enough to admit it.

sex is a bonus, huh? he supposes he can agree with that, though its not like they'd have become this close at all were it not for it.

stolas sinks to his knees, and blitz blinks before just letting his hands drift up as stolas moves down -- they wind up against his back, near the royal's shoulders.

the kisses have him shifting in place and flicking his tail a bit more. he likes the attention. likes it quite a lot. he leans forward to bump his cheek against stolas' head gently, as he had before. a gentle, affectionate head-butt.

and then presses a very brief, very gentle kiss to his cheek. for good measure.

oh, yeah, he’s so content with this. the short kiss to his face causes him to blush and fluff up yet again, tail feathers spreading out on display. his own hands remain against blitz’s sides, resting at his hips.

“have you any news for me?”

he asks softly.

“how is your business? your daughter? you?”

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //

--- huh? more valuable than a medal?

the imp blinks big wide eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow. "no i don't. i'm broke. what could i possibly own that's worth half a shit?" he says bluntly -- leave it to him to completely miss the mark. sorry, stolas, he's incredibly dense.

the last sentence makes his expression soften marginally. "wouldn't you get in trouble with... big... hell people if you called off cause of your little imp fuckboy?" he shrugs a shoulder. not that he cares -- an excuse to stay with stolas is fine by him, even if he feels the inherent need to fight him on it just a little bit so he doesn't come across as easy.

that tail keeps swaying gently, side to side. content and relaxed, despite his words.

oh. perhaps he should have been expecting blitz to not… catch that.

“ah, no! i can simply reschedule for another time! not a big deal at all, really!”

his feathers ruffle and he tucks his beak down against the imp’s head, pecking at him a bit.

“besides, none of my duties are as important as my favorite imp.”

--- the slight puff of his feathers has blitz grinning a little. it's cute. he looks like a fluffy, puffed baby chick, or something. instinctively, a hand comes up to press at the ruffled feathers, smoothing them.

the little pecks make his tail almost wag -- betraying his little scoff. he's really bad at playing it nonchalant, it would seem.

the words only sweeten the deal, but he manages a half-assed roll of his eyes. "i'd hope i was your favorite. no other bitch can dick you down the way i can -- that's a proven fact."

it isn't, but he'll pretend it is. makes him feel better.

the smoothing makes stolas utter a few happy hoots and he giggles, shifting so he could properly hold blitz’s waist in his hands. i.e., he’s on his knees now. they’re level.

“i think the sex is just an additional bonus, darling. though it is rather nice.”

the bird placed a few more pecks against the imp’s skin.

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //

--- huh? more valuable than a medal?

the imp blinks big wide eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow. "no i don't. i'm broke. what could i possibly own that's worth half a shit?" he says bluntly -- leave it to him to completely miss the mark. sorry, stolas, he's incredibly dense.

the last sentence makes his expression soften marginally. "wouldn't you get in trouble with... big... hell people if you called off cause of your little imp fuckboy?" he shrugs a shoulder. not that he cares -- an excuse to stay with stolas is fine by him, even if he feels the inherent need to fight him on it just a little bit so he doesn't come across as easy.

that tail keeps swaying gently, side to side. content and relaxed, despite his words.

oh. perhaps he should have been expecting blitz to not… catch that.

“ah, no! i can simply reschedule for another time! not a big deal at all, really!”

his feathers ruffle and he tucks his beak down against the imp’s head, pecking at him a bit.

“besides, none of my duties are as important as my favorite imp.”

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //

not that he really even minds those hands there. it’s something typical from his imp. something normal.

the smile stayed the same as a hand went to rest between those curled horns, gently stroking with delicate fingers, as to not startle or cause him to move away.

“well, you know i’m always happy when you decide to drop by.”

stolas hummed pleasantly, leaning his head down to peck a gentle kiss against blitzø’s forehead.

@rodeoimp

--- the gentle hand has his eyelids lidding halfway, and he exhales a slow, deep breath out. as if stolas was rubbing away his tension entirely.

his own hands stay planted on his ass. it's easy. it's what's expected.

"look at me, local hero, makin' big birds happy on a whim." he quips out, allowing his eyes to fully close as he mentally soaks this in, lets himself relish in the warmth of stolas' body. "i basically deserve a medal."

the kiss has his eyelids fluttering back open, and he tips his head up to rest his chin against stolas so his eyes can gaze up at his face. his tail swishes behind him.

"you got any fancy-ass plans i'm crashing by being here?"

“you’ve got something much more valuable than a medal, my dear.”

the owl chirps and smiles down at him, watching that tail swish from side to side. it’s cute and it makes his heart pitter patter just a bit faster.

“i had nothing planned today. if i did, i’d put them aside for you.”

--- "yeah."

the imp's voice is a bit quiet and blunt, but his actions say otherwise; he's gently nuzzling his cheek against stolas' chest, hands moving up.

okay, maybe they just moving to rest on his ass. sue him. that's his emotional support feathered bird ass.

"just..." missed you. "was in the area. n' thought i'd come see my favorite blue-blooded cocksucker."

eloquent. but if you squint, read between the lines, there's softness. a compliment, even. blitzø called him his favorite.

that's more than usual, anyhow.

- - -

@regnantminerva from here xx //