"Tease" - Blitzo x Instagram!Stolas (Possession AU: Post-exorcism. Can the good prince Stolas make things right with Blitzo after the evil spirit treated him so cruelly? Can he show Blitzo that his happiness matters to him?) (Note: Good!Stolas has blue eyes, to differentiate him from Evil!Stolas, and because the Stolas from demonology had blue eyes in his human form!) (cw: dubcon implications)
Note: The (spoilers) line was completely unplanned, but Good!Stolas has a way of surprising you!
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"Mm… I don't feel like sex today," Blitzo said apologetically and turned away, expecting to be talked into it.
"Blitzo, please. We do not have to. Come here."
Stolas - the real one - opened his arms, all too understanding, and Blitzo turned over and buried his face into his chest fluff. It actually felt soothing. He felt himself relax.
"Please, Blitzo. Whatever you desire, I will do for you. And listen, you are not a slave. You should never feel obligated to have sex and you deserve to be treated with dignity." Stolas' blue eyes shone with honesty.
Sniffing, Blitzo held him tighter, the tears falling into his fluff.
He'd always liked that leather outfit, he thought offhand. After about ten minutes of comfort, Blitzo had changed into his leather crop top and shorts. He was also wearing his thigh-high boots. His eyes sparkled with happiness as he laid down and stretched his arms over his head.
"Mmm, I'd like you to tease and tickle me," Blitzo purred. The outfit exposed his lovely underarms. Stolas grinned, wiggling his feathery fingers at him.
"Oh, I'd like that too," Prince Stolas replied, gently resting his fingers in his armpits and tracing in circles. At first, Blitzo tried to hold his breath, fighting with his pride. But it was soon for naught. He was the most adorably ticklish imp in Hell, and they both knew it.
"Hehehehehehehehehehheehee!" He laughed, curling up into a ball.
Blitzo's giggles and laughter was music to his ears.
"Sounds like a precious little imp has been very naughty."
"EHEHEEHEHEHEEEEE!! STOHOHOHOHOL!!" Blitzo laughed, kicking his legs. Stolas grabbed his right foot.
"Oh no, this will never do. Someone could get hurt."
He carefully slipped off the boot, all while tickling Blitzo's exposed tummy with his other hand.
"Such a cute little stomach, but no one to nibble it."
"NAHAHAHAHAHAAA! DON'T YOU DARE!!"
Slipping off the other boot with his right hand, he held Blitzo's ribs while preparing to nuzzle and tease that stomach.
"COME OHOHOHOHOHON! I'LL DO ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING!"
Stolas paused with a grin.
"Will you admit you are worthy and cared for?"
"FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOOUUUU!" Blitzo cried, his cheeks heating up at the sweet words. Stolas continued tickling him, knowing he could last a while. Somehow, Blitzo had always had good breath control.
Laying him on the bed gently, Stolas leaned down, azure eyes flashing with glee, and he started nibbling and blowing raspberries on his navel.
Blitzo's laughter turned to squeals, and he kicked his feet. However, Stolas saw this and grabbed his ankles.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for!"
Though Stolas parodied an old-timey announcer in a circus, he actually felt pleasant vibes from it. It was healing.
Stolas then proceeded to blow raspberries on the bottoms of his feet, and fluttered his feathers on his heels. This caused Blitzo to shriek and go into silent laughter. Stopping, he pulled away and looked at Blitzo with adoration. Blitzo wrapped his arms around his torso and caught his breath. Gently, Stolas helped massage away the remaining tingles.
"My adorable prince." He said gently. However, Blitzo was taken aback, looking at him funny.
"What the fuck did you just call me?!"
Stolas' eyes glistened and he gasped. He gave him a soft, nervous smile.
"Well, my dear. It's because I see us as equals I suppose. … I am your prince, and you are mine."
Blitzo felt tears come to his eyes and pulled Stolas' feathery form close, unable to hide his feelings anymore. His body wracked with sobs. He wasn't sure at first, but now he was certain. Life with Stolas would be alright. The soft feathers enveloped him and he closed his eyes, letting himself feel happy.
