are you ready for it, darling?
Summary: My take on the first time in bed with Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Stolas, and Blitzø officially together.
Notes: Stolitzarozzie, pwp, pwf(with feelings!), intersex Fizz, just 16k of smut with fizz introspections sprinkled in
“How did I do, Asmodeus?”
“Fantastic, Stolas. We’ll make a professional box muncher out of you yet, won’t we Fizzy?”
“He’s practically there already,” Fizz agrees, grinning up at the rooster. His eyes glance over to where Blitzø is meant to be, only to see the sin’s hand is empty. Blitzø scrabbles down Ozzie’s large body like he’s a jungle gym, hopping down when he’s close enough to the bed and sidling up next to Stolas with an eager grin.
“Can I get my sample yet?” Blitzø asks, giving the prince his best puppy dog eyes as though the bird hadn’t immediately begun leaning down to kiss Blitzø the moment the imp got close. Fizz watches as the pair kiss sloppily, Blitzø pausing to lap up the excess juice clinging to the bottom half of Stolas’ face before going back to tangling their tongues together.
“Fuck, that’s some good clown juice,” Blitzø groans when they finally part for more than a few seconds, Stolas hooting with laughter while Fizz rolls his eyes. “I think you oughta get another taste though, Stols, I don’t think Fizz is done with that mouth of yours yet.” Blitzø curls a finger under the prince’s chin and the bird shivers just from that. It’s so interesting to see their dynamic, how different it is from Fizz and Oz, yet so familiar in other ways.
“Is that so, Blitzy? Shall I get back to it? Would you like me to get Fizzarolli so sopping wet you could just… slide right in?”
They’d not discussed anything further yet but every single one of them shudders in anticipation at the suggestion, Oz included. Blitzø’s hand slides around to the back of Stolas’ head, yanking hard at the feathers there.
“You wanna see me fuck someone else that bad, birdy? Want to watch me fuck Fizz until he cries around my dick just like you do?”
