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Around arrangement night number three Blitz had come to understand that every full moon was going to be treated as a learning opportunity for Stolas.

Stolas, who was endlessly curious and horny beyond all reason, would often introduce something new to explore, a new kink, a few paragraphs from one of those raunchy bodice ripper novels he was always reading serving as fresh inspiration. Typically, a week or so before their meeting Blitz would receive a text about what to wear, what toys to bring, and once he had even sent him a step-by-step tutorial on how to do basic shibari, which Blitz definitely did not need, but the intention was clear, so he brought the rope.

Tonight had started out like many of the other nights, scale the castle walls, bust in with a bag full of sex toys dressed as a mail man, fuck the shit out of Stolas, who was inconveniently covered in letters and stamps, lick said stamps and Stolas’ ass (of course) and end the night sharing a cigarette. Stolas was feeling a little chattier tonight, going on and on about some meteor shower happening next week, and Blitz was set on tuning him out while he picked the feathers out from in between his teeth.

“And it really is quite lovely to see from Earth, the raining starlight is unlike anythi-”

“How come you never suck me off Stolas?” He had stupidly said out loud, staring harder at the feather he’d fished out of his mouth, twirling it in his fingers.

The prince's eyes went wide, turning his head towards him in that freakish owl way that gave Blitz the creeps. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, I just meant- I’ve never eaten so much ass before without it getting reciprocated. Do you just... not like it?” Blitz dropped the feather watching it delicately fall and land on the sheets with the rest of them.

Stolas went totally red, those big crimson eyes blinking slowly. He hadn't expected for Blitz to ever ask him something like this. Usually, he was very understanding in the bedroom, in terms of Stolas’ exploration. He’d fulfill il every insane request Stolas made for their nights together, indulge him in whatever twisted fantasy he could come up with. Suddenly the owl felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t ever made an attempt to please Blitz in the same way.

His voice was quiet, eyes and fingers seeming to find a loose thread on the comforter the most interesting thing in Hell. “I’ve just... never done it before?” Shocking, coming from someone so inclined to delve into a mailman fantasy that was almost completely focused around Blitz’s “package”.

“What do you mean, you just suck on it.” Blitz scoffed, turning towards the prince who was shrinking into himself.  Blitz couldn’t comprehend where the apprehension was coming from, he was usually so... horny.

“I know that. I just have never- never had a partner with that kind of... equipment. Your sexy Imp anatomy is much different than Stella, Blitz. I've never had the chance to...to do that.” Stolas looked off to the stained-glass door, avoiding any eye contact. Just bringing her up in conversation had him feeling anxious, remembering all the failed nights with Stella back in their twenties, the shame, the humiliation, the absolute lack of interest.

“Right, I get it, you’re repressed. So, is that something you... want to do?”

“Well... yes? If it will make you happy, of course.”

“No! Forget about me! Y’know- I-It’s your night, I’m just here to do what you want. If that’s something that you ever wanted to do, I’m game. It’s just- I noticed you never really go for it and I wondered if there was a reason.” It was Blitz’s turn to blush, frantically trying to explain himself and not outright beg Stolas to suck his dick once in a while. He didn’t have any right to ask anything from Stolas, after all.

And wasn’t them fucking enough?

The prince turned his head back towards the imp, “Do you want me to suck your...?” Stolas asked, incredulous, a tinge of hope in his voice. He couldn’t believe his ears. It was almost starting to sound like Blitz was asking him to consider it, which made Stolas so elated. How he craved this kind of passion, this comfort and trust with his Blitzy. He wanted to indulge in more of Blitz’s wants, whatever they may be. It was only fair, and he of course wanted Blitz to enjoy their nights together as much as he himself did.

"No shit!” Blitz stopped to fake cough, toning down the excitement, “Only if uh-If you want to. And only if your beak doesn’t slice my dick off!” Blitz had leaned over into Stolas’ space, flicking the bird’s sharp beak playfully.

Stolas grimaced, flinching at the tap on his beak. "Oh. Right. Maybe we should just forget it." The anxiety from earlier crept back up, making Stolas slump into the pillows with a dejected sigh. He wasn’t sure he could handle being teased in bed again, especially not by Blitz.

Blitz scrambled, trying to do some damage control realizing he’d definitely said the wrong thing with the whole beak comment. At this rate he’d have to literally ask and maybe even use the dreaded ‘please’ if he was ever gonna get his dick sucked.

"I mean, shit, if you want me to pound your ass every month you at least gotta try sucking me off! I still eat you out with these fucking things in my mouth, we make do!" Blitz pointed at his teeth, sharp and vicious, a sneaky smile creeping it’s way onto the imps’ dashing face. He had to know he was just giving him shit.

"Well, now I'm just scared I'll hurt you unintentionally dear." Stolas looked up at the canopy from his pillow pile, spiraling into his own self-conscious mind palace. Blitz’s loud laugh brought him back to his room, watching the imp stand on the bed.

"Ha! I'd like to see you try. Trust me, I can take it.” Blitz swung his arms around, pointing at various scars and scrapes on his body, “I've been shot at and stabbed and clamped nipple first to a car battery, I doubt your pointy little beak could do worse."

Solas lifted himself up to sit, bringing his knees to his chest as he watched Blitz pace over his sheets. "Darling, I'm a Goetian Prince... and a bird of prey. I could literally slice you in half if I wanted to."

Blitz rolled his eyes, bored to death of the hierarchy bullshit. Like he needed the reminder.

"Prince, Shmince, YOU are the one who wants to get split in half here.” Blitz pointed a finger at the owl, who was pouting into his knees. “If you wanted to split me in half?!” He gestured at the two of them, “Well, we are definitely not there yet, but I’ll let you know if I’m ever feeling subby and we can talk about it.”

He was really gunning for a laugh with that one but Stolas was back in his head. Usually that would have at least gotten the bird going.

Okay, time to pivot.

“Listen, I won't pressure you, but why get hung up over this? There’s tons of sexy stuff you’re new to. You seem plenty eager about other shit we’ve done, what makes this so different?”

"I'm-...I'm afraid I won't be very good at it.. And I don’t want you to think less of me if I... suck, for lack of a better word." Stolas flushed furiously, turning his head in slight shame and Blitz felt kinda bad for the poor guy. Not his fault his bitch wife sucked in bed and he was gay beyond belief, trapped in the closet for thirty years.

"Well, this kinda stuff takes practice, y’know? It's not like you're just gonna instantly be good at it on the first try anyway." Blitz stepped over to face the bird, placing a tentative hand on his knee to get his attention.

"Yes, well... I suppose I just feel foolish, like... like I'm too old to be practicing. It’s mortifying! I feel so out of my depth like a teenager all over again!" Stolas swiped both of his hands through his head feathers, pulling them back like he wanted to rip out his plumage.

Blitz held his hands up, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't freak out... What if I teach you? You’ll be a dick sucking pro by next month, scout’s honor."

The bird’s talons dropped from his head, gears turning in that fluffy bird brain. Stolas shot a glace up at Blitz, full of longing, "...Really? You'd do that for me?" He was so delighted at the thought of Blitz educating him, even better that it was Blitz who had suggested it.

Blitz raised an eyebrow, feeling like he’d finally gotten through to the prince.

"Yeah, why not? I've sucked a tooon of dicks in my life, I know what works." He made sure to leave out the insane amount of head he’d received from other demons in his life, not wanting to spur on Stolas’ meltdown any further.

"Hmm.. I do love to learn..." Stolas smirked, immediately coming around to the idea. Having Blitz guide him through what he liked sounded quite nice, actually... and incredibly sexy.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be a perfect pupil. C’mon, kneel down in front of the bed.”

“Oh!” Stolas gasped, watching the imp clambering around the edge of the bed, “We’re doing this right now?”

“Yeah, birdbrain, we ain’t getting any younger!”

Stolas was quick to obey, shifting off the bed, kneeling by the bedside table as Blitz tossed his legs over the side of the mattress. The prince still had some height on him, even on his knees his head was just a little lower than Blitz’s sternum, would probably need to lean down a bit for a proper blowjob…but Blitz was getting ahead of himself.

In order to make this a proper lesson, he would have to use something that obviously wasn’t his dick. The lingering thoughts of Stolas’ sharp beak slicing it off had Blitz a little on edge, but he’d fucked and sucked his fair share of demons and sinners with beaks and fangs and claws and it had never really been an issue before. This would be a cake walk.

Stolas looked down at his hands folded neatly in his lap, tugging at a loose feather on his thigh. Still had some anxiety to work through, but Blitz could handle it.

“If you change your mind at any point, just tell me, okay?”

Blitz grabbed Stolas by the chin, holding his head up to look at him. Stolas’ big red eyes held his gaze for a moment before he started blushing and nervously fidgeting his fingers on his lap. Blitz’s hand slipped down to cup Stolas’ cheek, his thumb softly stroking the small feathers there, then sliding it over the owl’s beak lightly.

“Open your mouth.”

Stolas’ mouth hung open, Blitz’s thumb immediately gliding over his lip and into his mouth, dragging the saliva on Stolas’ tongue all over his lip and beak.

“You’re gonna pretend my thumb is my cock for this lesson. Sound good?”

Stolas nodded and leaned his face into the touch, into Blitz’s warm palm, tonguing at his finger as it passed over his lip again leaving a trail of spit in its wake.

“It’s not a very accurate representation.” Stolas cheekily remarked, unimpressed with the size, in comparison to Blitz’s actual length. Stolas was kind of funny sometimes.

“You’re not talking anymore.” With that, Blitz pressed the pad of his thumb into the owl’s mouth, pressed up against Stolas' tongue to shut him up.

"Sucking dick doesn't have to be elegant, it can be messy and be really fucking good,” He dragged his thumb down, bringing his tongue with it so it was hanging out, spit spilling into Stolas’ lap, “I like it sloppy so let’s see how much you can drool.” It wasn’t long before the prince was pushing his tongue against Blitz’s finger, saliva dripping down the side of his hand.

"Sooo pretty making a mess on me," Blitz cooed, keeping it light and nice for Stolas’ sake. He knew he’d have to sprinkle in a lot of dirty talk to get the bird going. He felt Stolas trying to swallow, trying to keep the mess under control. He tilted his head up, shaking his head, “Nuh-uh, that’s all mine. You’re not gonna swallow unless I say so, got it?”

“Ye-th,” The bird attempted, thumb still pressed to his tongue as Stolas panted lightly, drool dripping steadily from that usually elegant, proper beak.

“Okay, well. We got step one covered. Wanna make sure whoever you’re suckin on is nice and wet. Not much of an issue there, huh Stols?” The thumb slipped away to smear the sloppy spit all over Stolas’ bottom lip, making it all shiny.

Stolas flushed, blinking and keeping his eyes on the bulge in Blitz's boxers, wondering if any of this would get him hard, or if he just wasn’t fit for this activity.

Blitz caught his eyes wandering, “Hey, eyes up. Look at me.” 

Stolas lifted his gaze to the imp with his devilish little smirk, and those honey eyes, Gods he was so handsome. 

“Eye contact is real important for this lesson."

Blitz’s thumb slipped back into the owl’s mouth, the weight of it quickly becoming a comfort. “Good boy. Keep all four of those pretty eyes on me, okay?”

Stolas felt himself dropping slowly into a steady calm, Blitz’s voice, soft praise making his stomach do flips. His eyes felt heavy, but he kept all his attention on the imp should he have anything to say.

"Let's move on. Close your beak down, gentle."

Stolas shut his mouth around his thumb, letting it sit over his tongue and enveloping it in warmth. Blitz shuddered, a little nervous of the sharp beak potentially snapping off his thumb that was supposed to be his cock. Instead he got that smooth wet tongue, teasing and restless against the knuckle, tickling the skin.

“G-Great, now, let’s see what you can do with that tongue.” Blitz tried, his voice cracking but quickly recovering. Agonizingly slow, the prince pushed his tongue back and forth against the bottom of Blitz’s thumb, making little noises while he figured out a good pace.

“Good, wrap your tongue around it. Show me how much you like it.." Blitz breathed, ignoring his chub and watching their point of contact like a goddamned test proctor.

“Mhpmm-”

Stolas moaned around Blitz's thumb, lapping at the digit, feeling every line and crease, feeling the tip of Blitz's sharp claw as he circled his tongue around.

"That's it.. now hollow out your cheeks and suck."

Stolas tentatively tried to suck, beak brushing over the knuckle and making a sharp cut there. Blitz sucked in a breath, his cock stirring in his boxers at the sight of blood. Stolas kept his eyes trained on Blitz's eyes, not sure if he should move away or not. It seemed that no matter what, Stolas’ beak would always end up flush against skin if there was no o-ring gag involved, but Blitz didn’t seem too bothered.

Quite the opposite.

"Okay. Do it again. Suck harder and this time you’re gonna move your head up and down. Jerk me off with those lips.. Uh- lip?”

Stolas’ eyebrows knitted together, pulling down the digit in his mouth a little harder, bobbing his head to push the finger in further, creating suction against the roof of his mouth. He could hear Blitz’s breath catching, feel the pricks of his claws as they dug into his jaw.

For a moment Stolas feared it was too much, too hard, that he was hurting Blitzy, but suddenly there was a tail spade thumping rhythmically on the bed and the prince immediately knew it was making Blitz feel… good.

“You got it. Now move that tongue around, you're trying to keep me hard, right?"

“Mmhm!”

Stolas brushed his tongue down the underside of Blitz's thumb, sucking it in and then relieving the suction to tongue at the pad of his thumb. Little licks all over the tip of his claw were sending shocks down to his tail and to his dick. Blitz was fucking losing it at how fucking sensitive the nerve endings on his fingers were, drool collecting in his palm that held Stolas chin up. This wasn’t supposed to be so hot, but Stolas looked so good with his mouth stuffed.

Of course he would.

God he was really getting off on this, wasn’t he? All Blitz wanted was for his finger to magically turn into his dick.

But this was a lesson for Stolas. Not for Blitz.

Well...

Maybe a little for Blitz. The imp just stared, watched the prince closely while he figured out how to suck at the right pace, what parts to lick, taking every hint he was given.

He really was a perfect pupil.

“Mmm, keep going.” Blitz’s eyes shut for a second, relishing the feeling as Stolas finessed his strokes. He was hasty and uncoordinated, but was so eager to do things right. Fuck, he was getting hard. “Slobbering all over my hand like a perfect whore... keep your tongue out.” Blitz shoved his thumb in deeper, making Stolas gag a little. “Gooood bird.”

Stolas had been practically in a stupor, somewhere in subspace where Blitz’s voice could reach but nothing else could. The thumb in his mouth moving further down his throat gave him a start, but nothing would have prepared him for Blitz’s face when their eyes met. The unrelenting hunger there as his eyes burned sent waves of heat through his body and straight to his cunt. Oh, Stolas HAD to become good at this. Stolas needed to be the best, needed to have Blitz look at him like this forever. Just watching Blitz squirming over him was making him dizzy. His eyes shut as he suckled at the thumb being fed to him, moaning at the praise.

Blitz had been caught staring as Stolas swallowed down his claw, watching the bird get real into it, and he couldn’t deny that it was doing it for him too. He just knew he was gonna be so fucking good at deep throating, he’d put money on it even. Blitz had to pull his hand away before he got ahead of himself.

“Okay, pump the breaks!” Blitz coughed out, pulling back his sloppy wet hand from the owl’s faceplace, strings of saliva following the drag of his hand.

“Let’s get to the next step. I’ve seen you throw back 4 mouse-kabobs at a time so this one should be no problem for you.”

Stolas gripped Blitz’s arm, halting the offending hand before it could be pushed back in, panting, “Is it… alright? Be honest.” The prince still had a bit of tightness in his voice, but truthfully, he wasn’t half bad.

Blitz shrugged, “Oh yeah, you’re doing pretty good, Stolas.” He held his hand up next to himself, letting the mess drip to the side.

The soft gasp tipped Blitz off to Stolas’ distress.

“You’re bleeding..” Stolas watched the black blood drip onto his floor, concern laced in his voice as he went to reach for his hand.

Blitz pulled it back towards himself before Stolas could, licking the blood off his knuckle, slow and sensual with a secret smile pulling at his mouth. Stolas gulped from his spot between Blitz's knees, the heat pooling in his guts as that devilish tongue lapped up the dark liquid mixed with his spit, without a second thought.

“No big deal. I can take it, remember?”

Stolas turned red, following his tongue and watching him crudely wipe his spit-soaked hand on the sheets.

“R-Right.”

Blitz cocked an eyebrow up at him, grinning wildly at the fluffed up mess Stolas had turned into. 

“How you feeling? You enjoying yourself?” Blitz asked, offering the prince a little out if he wanted. 

Stolas smirked, “Oh yes, very much... Are you?”

Blitz huffed, reaching up to grab Stolas’ chin and angle his head down to stare at the bulge in his boxers, standing at half mast. “Like you hadn’t noticed?”

Well, he had told Stolas to keep his eyes up. Fuckin teacher's pet. 

“Hoohoo! Will that be on the quiz?”

Blitz felt his face warm, snorting out a laugh at Stolas’ commitment to the school bit.

“Pshh, yeah. It’s kind of the whole test, haven’t you been paying attention?”

Stolas shuddered, his pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of Blitz's perfect cock finally free from its cotton confines, “I think I could use a few more study sessions...?”

“Mmmhmm, me too.” Blitz pulled Stolas’ head closer to his crotch, pushing his thumb back into his mouth and resting his hand on his knee so he had something to brace it on. His other hand found its way to the back of Stolas’ head, scratching his feathers lightly before speaking, "Ok. I'm gonna hold your head and guide you through deep throating, which I’m sure you're gonna ace with flying colors. I'm not gonna fuck your face yet, just get you used to the feeling."

Stolas' hands found their way up Blitz calves, resting in the backs of his knees. The second those claws tangled into his hair Stolas was a melting into puddle, being pulled into Blitz’s crotch, his actual cock inches away from his mouth was almost too much.

Blitz perked up at the talons touching his legs, "One tap ‘go’, two taps ‘stop’, ok?"

One tap.

Blitz grabbed Stolas' head feathers, a little rough because he could, earning him a little hoot that reverberated on his thumb, that tongue dragging slowly over every crease and knuckle. He was desperate for this lesson to be over so they could take the fucking quiz already.

One tap.

Impatient dick.

Blitz pushed Stolas’ head down onto his hand, until his thumb had nowhere else to go.

Stolas made a little gargling sound, and Blitz eased up immediately, pulling him up.

"Too much?"

One tap.

Nice. 

"Now you're gonna breathe nice and slow through your nose, and when I push your head all the way down, you relax your throat for me, swallow, and your throat is gonna close around my cock." Blitz could barely keep up the eye contact now, blushing while Stolas sucked on his thumb idly, waiting to be gagged on his finger again. Blitz gulped and tried it again, pushing the bird down the length of his big thumb, pressing it into the back of Stolas' throat as it clenched around and Christ on a stick, he was rock hard at this point.

Maybe having Stolas do this on his lap wasn’t the smartest choice, it looked too close to the real thing and Stolas was boring holes into his soul with those red fucking ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He pulled his thumb out, letting it sit over that evil fucking tongue to keep his whore mouth open, then switching to his index and middle finger, upping the ante a little.

“Let's level up.” Blitz muttered, sliding his fingers in deep until he hit the back of Stolas’ thin little throat, feeling the muscles flex in response and meanly pulling his head down over them for a few seconds to really get that spit dripping out.

“Hhglhh-” 

“Oh, fuck yeah- gonna train that throat, make you a real slut for cock. Gonna be all you can think about when I'm done with your feathered ass.” Blitz let the stream of dirty talk just fall from him, biting his lip to shut himself up and trying not to moan when Stolas’ little white pupils widened every time his claws brushed the very back of his tongue. “Gonna push you down on it now, kay?”

“Mph-gh-” Stolas tried, and failed as those thick, long fingers filled his throat, breathing deep through his nose and letting Blitz pull his head down over his fingers until his mouth was almost swallowing his hand. Another slice to the knuckles there, but Blitz ignored it, pulling the owl off and then back down.

“Again.” Blitz grunted, this time letting his fingers crook down his throat and eliciting a full body shudder as Stolas tried not to fail at this.

Stolas’ hole clenched around nothing, his mouth stuffed full and dripping. The claws caressing his throat from the inside left the owl zapped, every brush causing muffled hoots to try and leave him. He wouldn’t throw up, but the alarming rate at which saliva was pooling in his mouth gave him a fright. He was making a mess.

“Just like that…” The imp breathed, pulling his sticky fingers out slow and then shoving them back in, a fist still tangled at the back of Stolas’ head. “Sloppy bird,” He kept expecting Stolas to gag, but it never happened. He sucked and sucked and Blitz bobbed his head up and down and his beak kept slicing at the same little spot over his knuckles, and Stolas' spit and his own blood were dripping on the marble and suddenly Blitz was pulling Stolas off him completely and-

"Did I hurt you, Blitzy?" His voice was a little hoarse, panic rising as he caught sight of the dark inky blood that had pooled on the floor.

“No- I’m fine. It’s fine!”

Stolas shifted his gaze back to Blitz’s hand, still caught in his grip. He pulled it towards himself, inspecting the multiple cuts he’d made there and then taking a page out of Blitz’s book and mischievously licking at the blood and keeping his eyes trained on the imp as he stared in awe, the tented boxers impossible to ignore any longer. Blitz’s breath caught in his throat, his protests quickly dying there, chewing on his lip while Stolas blinked up at him, dark blood painting his tongue.

Blitz pulled his hand back, shoving his palm against his cock and then into his boxers to set it free.

“I think you’re ready for this fucking test, don’t you?”

“Ooh, whatever you say, Professor~” Stolas sang as he wiped at his chin, his sights set on the gorgeous red cock before him. Pearls of precum spilled from the tip, veins running down the bottom. The rubbery spikes close to the base, over the top and bottom of his shaft, fit perfectly between Blitz’s fingers, every tug on them surely a delicious feeling Stolas could only envy. They certainly felt incredible inside him whenever Blitz pounded him, catching on every divot inside him. Stolas had yet to see it so close up, he was usually blindfolded and tied up. It really was impressive, thick and pulsing with want.

“You look real hungry... Wanna taste?”

“Yes please!” Stolas whined, all that initial fear gone and replaced with full blown lust.

“Good boy.”

Blitz grabbed Stolas by the back of the head again, moving him around like a rag doll so that his face was flush with the side of his dick. The prince gasped, caught off guard, but letting Blitz take the lead as he made his faceplate acquainted with the cock he was about to put in his mouth.

“Be a good hole and open up,” Blitz led his cock to the owl’s beak, tumbling open ready to do whatever Blitz wanted. "Get it nice and wet for me..”

Stolas let his mouth hang, Blitz tangled his claws into his headfeathers gently and slowly pushed his head down. Stolas closed his eyes as he felt the heat of Blitz's skin heavy on his tongue. He licked over the head, closing his beak around the tip gently. Bit by bit he worked his way down the length of him, tongue painting every inch until Blitz was slick and throbbing. He heard the imp’s breath hitch again, as Stolas wrapped his tongue around the length, jerking him off with the loop of his tongue fervently. A series of moans fell from his mouth, not realizing he’d cut Blitz again in his hurried frenzy.

He felt his head being pulled back by his feathers, tongue still sticking out so Blitz’s cock slid down, the head sitting pretty on the tip of the prince’s tongue. Stolas let out a whine, wanting so badly to prove himself a worthy student. He’d caught a glimpse of Blitz, who was looking flustered and kind of annoyed.

“Chill the fuck out.. Go slow,” Blitz all but growled, grip getting tighter as he slid Stolas down his cock again, a little faster this time, all the way down then lifting him off real slow. Stolas let the saliva flood his mouth, using it to glide a little further down, fighting Blitz’s grip to get his whole length down his throat again.

Spit slipped out from the crooked little corners of Stolas’ mouth as he sucked down however much Blitz fed him, and Blitz couldn’t stop himself from jerking his hips up as he pushed Stolas’ mouth down his cock again. Stolas tensed, then took a breath through his nose and swallowed what he could, trying not to gag.

"Fu-Fuck, do that again."

Stolas did, swallowed him down again and again, as many times as Blitz asked. Eventually Blitz had to rip him off, letting the bird breathe for a beat before Stolas went back to it. He started licking his cock from the outside, wrapping his lips around the side, beak brushing dangerously against the little spikes on the top of the base that made Blitz clench his fist into the sheets. He’d cast a glance up every now and then, to see if Blitz was enjoying himself, and be left feeling astonished when he’d catch Blitz’s eyes rolling back.

Stolas slipped Blitz’s cock back in his mouth, more confident with his newfound skills. He could feel the blood rushing in the imp’s thick cock, could feel every vein under his tongue pulsing and was filled with a sudden rush of power. He wanted to take Blitz apart even more. He wanted the imp to cry out and just thinking about it was making the prince so wet. He hoped the eye contact thing Blitz had mentioned earlier was as effective as he said as he stared up, trying to coax Blitz to look down at him for just a moment.

Blitz cracked an eye open, his mouth was open, huffing out staggered little breaths. Stolas had calmed down, tonguing at the head of his cock, licking up all the pre-cum that was leaking out. Blitz hissed as the owl’s tongue slipped into his fucking dickhole and started tongue fucking it. Fucker was getting so smug, and as he stared into his stupid sexy eyes he seemed to see where this was going.

“What? Want me to fuck that pretty face?”

One tap.

Blitz wasted no time, pushing himself to the very edge of the bed, shoving the bird down nice and rough. “Swallow for me, baby bird,” Stolas did as he was asked, swallowing around the thick cock, one of his claws permanently entwined around Blitz’s calf, the other slipping down in between his own legs to help with his desperation.

Every time Blitz bucked into his throat, Stolas could feel it in his cunt, like he was being electrocuted. He was throbbing, he could feel his heartbeat on his fingers as he fucked himself, the moans spilling out of Blitz bringing Stolas to the edge.

He fucked Stolas’ throat fast and hard. Knowing Stolas could take it made his guts clench up, moans punching out of his mouth without permission that he had to cover up with dirty talk, lest the prince start thinking... things.

“Ah-You were made to suck dick... such a pretty slut, drooling all over me. My stupid little fuck toy loves Daddy’s cock, huh?” His breaths were getting shorter, lifting Stolas off him for a moment, a moment he used to give a muffled reply, “Uh-Huh,” And then he was sliding him back down, feeling Stolas putting all that suction to work, feeling his dick get swallowed up into that never ending mouth, what a fucking mouth! Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!

Blitz had to pull him off, couldn’t keep going or he was gonna pop his load all over this fucking quiz. He backed off, breathing heavy and keeping his eyes off the prince as he leaned himself back on his palms. He had to look away. Stolas looked so debauched, panting and covered in drool.

“Am I-”

Blitz cut the owl off before he could finish, “Yes Stolas... You’re doin’ real good.” If the imp seemed irritated for having to reassure him again, Stolas did not notice.

“Shall I continue?” Stolas asked, with a cocked brow.

Blitz flinched at how his dick twitched at the thought. Still, he nodded, taking himself in his hand once again. 

“Go crazy. Five minutes left then it’s pencils down. If I cum before then, it’s extra credit.”

Stolas waited with his mouth open, tongue out for Blitz to rub his cock over. The hot breath from the prince’s mouth made Blitz want to just take, carelessly shove it all in to keep it warm.

Stolas would have let him. His eyes half lidded as the salty taste of precum hit his tongue. Blitz's arousal was dripping down his throat and it was all because of him.

He wasted no more time, taking what was fed to him and burying his face into the smooth swell of Blitz’s crotch, tongue holding up the bottom of his cock until he could feel the spikes there, until he could taste the salty sweat of his fingers, quickly moving out of the way to give him more space. He sunk down further, gagging over the head and tonguing at the imp’s balls as they drew tighter to his body.

“That's it-!” Blitz gasped, rocking his hips against that feeling. Stolas pulled back, only to move back down with more drool collecting at his throat. “Haah!”

Stolas raised a curious brow, pulling back and sucking as he went until his beak cradled that pretty cockhead and he popped off of it.

“Look so fucking good right now, Stols-” Blitz bit out, teeth clenched as the prince went back to work. 

The praise urged Stolas on immensely, he still couldn't believe how he was taking Blitz apart like this, so weak to any little touch. The owl pushed himself down onto the red cock before him and slipped a second finger inside himself, bobbing in time to match his pace. He let all the moans spill out, feeling so so close, but wanting to be closer still. Stolas gagged himself, chasing that electrifying current zapping between his legs, dripping from both ends and hitting the end of Blitz’s cock where he dared to look up at the imp, who was covering his mouth to hold back those addicting sounds and Stolas just couldn’t help himself.

Stolas moved the talon still squeezing Blitz’s calf to drag that offending hand away from his snout, urging the imp to let himself be heard.

“Mmph-! Stol- hah!”

It was all Stolas needed to finish.

Blitz watched, hypnotized, as the prince took his entire cock to the hilt, unable to keep himself from thrusting into the heat. The tip of Stolas' beak scraped at the skin on Blitz's v line, a little drip of blood smudging on his beak, dripping straight onto his tongue.

“Ohh, fuck!”

Stolas brought his eyes up to meet Blitz, who was panting, grunting. He was trying to not let the sight of blood on Stolas’ lips affect him, but it was so hard, he was so hard. Blitz chanced a glance down to see Stolas' hand working himself and it practically knocked the wind out of him. His eyes finally hooked onto Stolas’, a full moan falling out of his mouth.

Stolas' hungry gaze never fell away from his and for whatever reason it pushed him over the edge and suddenly he was pushing Stolas completely down onto his dick, beak scraping the skin, blood dripping down onto the prince’s face, a groan escaping Blitz as he came, so fucking hard he couldn’t believe it.

Stolas did what he considered the easiest part, swallowed and swallowed and his ears were ringing at Blitz’s groans, feeling those big hands gripping his head. His cunt was pulsing as he shoved his fingers in deep, slick dripping down as he came. The flood of cum sliding down his throat made the owl shiver, milking Blitz for everything until the imp was shaking.

The prince pulled off Blitz, a lewd string of spit still connected from his beak to the imp’s dick that was now quickly softening in between his legs. The imp stared up at the canopy, chest still heaving from having come so hard. Stolas leaned his head on Blitz’s thigh, eyes glazed over.

The imp looked down at the head on his lap and ran a hand idly over Stolas’ disheveled head feathers, pulling a mailing stamp out of his hair from the mess they’d made earlier, then scratching down to the base of his neck more gently than he wanted.

If Stolas could purr he would have.

Once their breathing returned to normal, Stolas ran a sharp talon up and down the back of Blitz’s calf, holding back his words until he could find the right ones.

Blitz beat him to it, “What the fuck was that, Stolas?!”

“Sorry! Was that-?”

“Sorry? That was great! Ha! I knew you’d be fucking amazing at deepthroating, you slutty bastard.” The imp extended a hand out, offering to help Stolas back onto the bed.

Stolas flushed, taking his hand and standing on weak knees, “Oh!” Blitz tugged on his arm pulling him onto the bed and landing on the mattress with a hoot. He sat up and rubbed at his jaw, relieving some of the tension as Blitz settled back into the pillows.

Here was around the time where they’d be sharing another cigarette to fill the silence, Blitz thought, instead of thinking about the messy head and the saliva keeping his dick wet. “I’m glad…”

“See? Nothin to be scared of.” Blitz murmured, good natured as he plopped into a down pillow and assessed his knuckles.

Not the end of the world by a long shot.

Stolas didn’t notice, still spaced out and gazing up at the canopy with a goofy grin and weak legs.

“Sooo…When do we get our grades back?” Stolas inquired with a small smile, portaling himself a box of wipes to clean off his face and offering some to Blitz. The imp wiped at his crotch and cleaned the blood off his hand, leaning over the bed to toss the dirty wipe and grab his cigarette box.

“It’s gonna take me at least the weekend to grade. But judging by your performance, I’d say the oral exam was pretty successful, Stolas.” Blitz leaned over to the owl, cigarette in his mouth.

The prince fluffed at their closeness, gulping as he got to see Blitz in all his post coitus glory for a second time.

“Oh? And if you just had to guess?” Stolas teased, his fingertips snapping a flame into existence to light his cigarette.

“Uhhh..B-?”

“Well, that’s not bad, is it?” The prince trilled, hands clasped in delight.

“Yeah that was..” Blitz searched for the right words, hoping to keep the bird’s pride intact, but not come off overly congratulatory, “Pretty good for your first try, Stolas.” He ended lamely, taking a puff of his cig.

“Yes, well... I had a great teacher,” Stolas batted his lashes flirtatiously, grabbing the cigarette to steal a drag, “And I’m a quick study.” He snuck in a quick boast, earning himself a groan from Blitz who couldn’t stand it when Stolas got too big for his britches.

"What you are is a horny bitch,” Blitz started, pointing a claw into that soft chest, “You fucking came just from sucking my dick!" 

Stolas shrugged, "It's hot seeing you so flushed under me. Because of me."

Blitz turned red at the accusation, “Hey, I was guiding you and you were loving it! And fuck you! I was not flushed!”

“Oh really? I seem to remember differently. Especially right at the end there, you seemed to lose your composure, Blitzy.” Stolas chirped, a sly smirk on his faceplate as he breathed out smoke in Blitz’s face.

“On second thought, it’s looking more like a C- now that I’m thinking about it.” Blitz plucked the cigarette back with a cocky grin.

The prince gasped, appalled, “C-?! You’re joking!”

“No, I’m bleeding! In multiple places!” Blitz held up his hand, the cuts still irritated. “I think a C- is generous.”

“I’m almost certain the blood made your dick harder! What happened to ‘I can handle it?’” Stolas huffed, doing the air quotes.

Ah shit he was losing him, maybe bringing the stupid teacher fantasy back into it would help reel him back in. “I can handle it! You can’t seem to handle your shitty fucking grade, which can only mean you’re gonna have to take the make-up test!”

“You really think it was a C-?” Stolas pouted, fiddling his fingers, “Oh! I think I recall there being some sort of extra credit mentioned?”

Blitz dragged a hand over his face, “Ughhh! Okay, fine, C+, happy now?”

Stolas crossed his arms, “I can’t say that I am.”

“I’m standing by the C+ because there may have been a little too much beak, but! I’m willing to have you retake the test as many times as you need until you’re satisfied.”

Totally not a ruse to get more head. 

“And if I’m not satisfied?”

Blitz chuckled, taking another drag, “No surprise there. As your teacher, I think you’re gonna need a looot of practice to get that A+... How else am I supposed to turn you into a cum guzzling cockslut without a few more oral exams?”

Stolas blushed then, a hand pushing down his head feathers as he looked over to Blitz adoringly. He was so kind as to let him try new things without judgment. It made Stolas feel warm inside. The naughty dirty talk certainly didn't help either, still floaty with pride at bringing Blitz the same undeniable pleasure he always gave the owl. 

"If you want me to do it again, you only need ask, Blitzy,” The prince squeezed his thighs together, thinking of how raw his voice still sounded. “Besides, you should know I'm an overachiever so I plan on getting straight A's."

"Oh ho ho, challenge accepted, teacher's pet!” Blitz barked, pointing the half smoked cigarette at the bird, “So when's the next tutoring sesh, nerd?"

Stolas grabbed the rest of the cig, inhaled until it burnt out and flicked it off into the ether, a new hunger inside stirring to try again. 

"Give me 10 minutes and a drink of water? I really think I can get the hang of it!"