One Bird, Two Stones: A Helluva Boss story
***A/N: Hey guys, author here. Sorry about the radio silence and all, I've found myself in a bit of a funk these last few months. Finally managed to put something together, even if it's a bit different than my usual stuff. Let me know what you all think. Alright, bye!***
\*Thump!\*
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“Oooh\~!” Stolas crooned, body tensing and twitching as pain lanced through him like a spike. After a moment, he shuddered and slowly relaxed back into the bed. “A-again, Blitzy dearest.”
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“Shit Stolas, you sure?” The imp called out from behind the Goetia demon. “I mean, I’m all for kinky shit, I just didn’t know you’d be into…this.”
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For a bit of context, the two were in Stolas’ own private quarters. Stolas himself was nude and lying chest-down on his bed, with his lower half hanging over the side so that his feet were touching the ground. Blitzø was standing just behind the owl demon, similarly nude and looking just the slightest bit hesitant.
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Stolas chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry darling.” He shifted slightly, opening his legs just a hair more, which only further emphasized his dangling, defenseless ballsack which just-so-happened to hang almost directly eye level with the shorter imp. “I can take it\~.”
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After a moment of contemplation, Blitzø shrugged, brought back his arm, and then ‘thumped’ a fist into the owl demon’s balls.
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Knuckles met nuts with a fleshy ‘Thwap!’ The result was instantaneous: Stolas yelped, back arching as he gripped the bed sheets tightly in his claws. His cock, already fully erect, visibly twitched as it spat out a tiny amount of precum onto the floor.
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Blitz glanced down at the slowly-accumulating puddle of precum on the ground before letting out a low whistle.
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“Damn. You’re uh, you’re really into this, huh?” He asked in a low, almost awe-filled voice.
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Stolas let out a gentle croon of agreement. “Ohhh\~ yes, Blitzy.” A small, lecherous smile graced the Goetia prince’s face. “Standing here, my eggs, my precious male organs left exposed, completely defenseless, just waiting for someone to come up and give them a good smack?” He gave his feathery ass a good shake, causing his unprotected ballsack to swing with it. “Ohh\~ nothing riles me up more.”
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“Huh.” Was the imp’s oh-so eloquent reply. “…alright.”
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That was all the warning Stolas was given before a punch was slammed into his nethers, squashing his eggs between Blitz’s knuckles and the bed.
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The prince literally squawked, back arching as he stared unseeing into the distance, mouth gaping and body tense for one long moment before he collapsed back against the mattress, panting heavily.
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“Oh shit, fuck, sorry Stolas.” The imp stammered, fist quickly withdrawing from the Goetia’s nutsack as he backed away. “I didn’t, I mean, I thought, I kinda figured-“
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“Blitzy.”
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Said imp stopped and glanced up to see Stolas giving him the horniest, fuck-me, bedroom eyes he’d ever seen, ever.
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“Do it again\~”
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For one second, Blitz stared at his boyfriend in shock. Then a small smile appeared on his face.
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“Fuck me, alright then.” He stepped forward and took ahold of the owl demon’s nutsack, stretching it taut so that the twin testicles were forced to the bottom.
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As he did so, Stolas gasped, and his cock visibly twitched as a bead of precum formed on the tip. Blitz pressed his knuckles against the prince’s trapped nuts, squashing them just enough to hurt.
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“Let’s see how much you can take!”
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\*\*\*\*\*
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Apparently, the Goetia could handle a fuck ton of ball abuse, to the point Blitzo thought it was a miracle the prince hadn’t lost one or both nuts already.
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As the night went on and Blitz gradually got more comfortable with the busting (and the busting subsequently got more intense), he was certain Stolas was going to tap out at any time.
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Blitz had started out punching his nutsack around, but eventually graduated to hard slaps and squeezes, then finally moved on up to knees and kicks (which the tall-ass demon had to kneel down for so that Blitz could reach). No matter what the imp did to his nuts, be it harsh, minute-long squeezes, or powerful, nut-flattening kicks, Stolas endured it and then asked for more on top of that, the utter masochist.
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Eventually, Blitz got a bit out of breath (a rare thing for him) and called for a time out, which Stolas readily agreed to, no doubt wanting a moment to nurse his junk, seeing as how he immediately cradled his nards as he sat down on the bed. After a moment, Blitz sat down beside him, taking a long drink from a water bottle.
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The two sat in silence (apart from the creaking of the bed or Stolas panting, etc) for a good minute or two before the imp finally spoke.
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“Soooooo, how’d ya get into it?”
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“Hmm?”
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“Ballbusting.” He spoke, gesturing to the orbs clutched in Stolas’ hands. “How’d ya get into it?”
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“Oh!” The owl demon exclaimed. “Oh, um, my ex-wife. She was the one to er, ‘introduce me’ to it.”
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“Stella?” The imp replied, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “That bitch?”
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“Mhm." The owl hummed, nodding. "She was always a dominant one, both in public and in the bedroom. I didn’t enjoy much about our marriage, but I’ll admit, those precious few moments where we both enjoyed ourselves sexually? I enjoyed those, for what they were worth.”
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Blitz recoiled ever-so-slightly.
He swallowed, trying to quell the feeling of lead in his stomach that had suddenly appeared.
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“Do uh, do you miss it?”
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Stolas looked over at him, inquisitively. The imp glanced away, suddenly finding it hard to meet his gaze.
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“Do you miss her, I mean?”
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“Miss…what?” He blinked in confusion before his red eyes widened. “No, no! Never!” The prince exclaimed, shaking his head and wildly waving his arms from side to side. “There were a few good times, yes, but overall, my time married to her was some of, if not the worst years of my life, excluding a few rare moments and of course, my dearly beloved Octavia. I am much much happier now, make no mistake about that, Blitz dearest.”
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Suddenly, it felt like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders and Blitz took a deep breath. “Cool, cool. That, that’s good to hear.”
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There was another bout of heavy silence, this time broken by Stolas.
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“Blitzy? Were you-?”
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“It’s nothing.” The imp quickly interrupts, shaking his head. “Just, got caught up in my own head again, fuck.” He pressed a hand to his temple, grimacing not in pain, but in embarrassment.
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The Goetia prince let out a sigh before speaking in a low voice.
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“Blitz, we’ve talked about this.”
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“I know, I know.” The imp muttered. “‘If we’re going to make this work, we need to communicate.’ You’ve only told me a million times now, fuck. It’s nothing important, I just, it was just a thought.” He waved a hand as if physically shooing away the thought. “Look, we can talk about it all you want later, alright? Just, not right now.”
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Stolas gave him a look that promised they would definitely talk about it later, but eventually he nodded. “Very well. Are you feeling up for continuing?”
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Blitz had to laugh at that. “Am I- are you? I’m not the one getting his fucking nuts bashed around.”
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The prince laughed as he brought his hands to his side, making a show of letting his ballbag flop into the bed. “Oh, Blitzy dear, this is nothing. I’m afraid Stella’s… dislike of me carried over into our intimate time together, oftentimes.” At the imp’s questioning gaze, Stolas continued. “Would you like to know how painful it is for a Goetia wearing high heels to repeatedly stomp down on one of your testicles and then twist her foot?”
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Blitz felt his stomach churn slightly.
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Stolas smiled grimly. “I’ll admit, I like pain well enough, but that was a bit past my limits.”
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“Holy shit, how the hell did she not pop your nuts then and there?”
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“Goetias are pretty tough, Blitzy. That, and I’d learned by then to always cast a durability spell on myself beforehand. Especially after Octavia was born.” The prince shuddered. Suddenly, Blitz got a very, very bad feeling in his gut.
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“…did she try…?” He started, only to trail off. The rest of his question was implied, regardless.
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“…a few times, after Octavia hatched.” The owl demon replied, voice quiet as he nodded. The two were quiet for a few moments before Stolas suddenly shook himself wildly, nearly knocking Blitzo off the bed.
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“Well, that is quite enough of that.” He stated firmly, looking sternly down at his hands. “Look at me, being such a Debbie-downer thinking about the past and all when I’m supposed to be getting my balls busted by the handsomest imp in all of Hell.” Stolas laughed as he glanced down at Blitz. The imp rubbed the back of his neck, gaze shooting to the floor.
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“Shit Stolas, you sure? I mean, all things considered, I-“
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“Blitzy.”
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Blitz stopped and glanced up at Stolas. The Goetia spread his legs, drawing the imp's gaze downwards as the owl revealed his reddened, feathery nutsack, as well as his semi-erect cock, the tip of which was still dotted with milky precum.
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“Believe me.” His hand cupped Blitz’s chin, lifting the imp’s gaze to meet his own. He gave Blitz a small, sincere smile. “I want this.”
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Blitz stared up at him for a moment before letting out a chuckle as a fairly noticeable blush appeared on his cheeks. “Alright, ya masochistic bird.” The imp stationed himself between Stolas’ spread legs as the Goetia sat on the edge of the bed. One hand gripped the prince’s nuts while the other wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping the tube of flesh until it was hard as a rock, twitching wildly in his hand. “In that case, let’s make this a night you won’t soon forget.”
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The imp gave Stolas' plump length a long, slow lick, before continuing to slide his hand up and down the erect cock. It only took a minute or two, but soon enough, Stolas was hunched over where he sat, a bright blush covering his cheeks as he stared down at Blitz, panting heavily.
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“O-ohh Bli... Blitzy\~" He crooned, covering his mouth with one hand as he watched his imp pleasure him.
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\*Thump!\*
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The prince let out a warbling cry as Blitz’s fist crashed into his ballbag, squashing his orbs up against his pelvis. He panted heavily, letting the simultaneous waves of pain and pleasure roll through him as Blitz continued to stroke his cock.
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"You like that?" The imp asked smugly, slamming another punch into the prince's dangling nutsack, with Stolas letting out a yelp of agony in response. "You like it when I punch your nuts?"
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The Goetia's cock spoke for him, twitching considerably as precum drooled from the tip, staining Blitz's hands as he jerked off his boyfriend and busted his balls.
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"Blitzy\~" Stolas moaned, the imp's name apparently being the only word he was capable of speaking. The former assassin couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips, but he quickly hid it with another punch to the prince's balls.
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\*Thwack!\*
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"Ah, my balls!" Stolas moaned sharply, suddenly capable of words again, apparently. He fell back onto the bed, legs still spread and balls still defenseless, panting so hard Blitz was somewhat worried the poor guy was going to hyperventilate. "Ooooo Blitzy, my ballsssss\~"
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Blitz let out a sigh as he watched the hot mess that was his boyfriend, all splayed out on the bed, puffing and sweating like he'd ran a marathon, sore and swollen balls still fully on display while his cock sat erect and neglected. While a part of him would always enjoy edging and blue-balling the guy (don't look at him like that, Stolas enjoyed it too), the rest of him was telling him to finally get the poor owl off.
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With another sigh, Blitz grabbed Stolas' cock with one hand and gave it a few lazy strokes before slamming his other fist into his nutsack.
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Stolas immediately sat up, letting out a noise that sounded like a cross between a hoot and a shriek of pain. Blitz didn't let that dissuade him though, as he immediately began jerking off the Goetia as quickly as he possibly could, like he was at a handjob orgy and was losing to Verosika. Of course, he made sure to accompany every couple of strokes with a hearty punch to Stolas’ family jewels.
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\*Thump!\*
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\*Whack!\*
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\*Wham!\*
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\*Bam!\*
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Poor Stolas, he was so overcome with stimulation that he could only flop back onto the bed, groaning and twitching and staring at nothing as his balls were pummeled and his dick pleasured. The equal parts pleasure and pain in his groin were mixing together into a violent cocktail of sensations that was threatening to erupt.
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He tried to hold it in as best he could, tried to prolong the experience as much as possible, but he was fighting a losing battle.
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Blitz, almost by some weird sixth sense, could tell Stolas was getting close. Very close. The imp thought quickly, trying to decide how best to end the night, how to really make this experience one Stolas wouldn’t soon forget.
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A sly grin soon overtook his features as an idea came to mind.
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‘Perfect.’ He thought, before immediately putting the plan to action.
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He swiftly redoubled his efforts, slamming punch after punch into the owl’s sack, his knuckles starting to leave slight impressions on the feathery ballbag, while he began using his mouth in conjunction to his hand to pleasure Stolas’ cock, stroking up and down while lathering the underside of his length with his tongue.
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Only moments later, Stolas began to let out a low whining noise, no doubt trying his best to hold out against release. Blitz grinned, knowing such an attempt was ultimately futile. All he had to do was wait for the right moment…
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Suddenly, amidst the punching and slurping, the moaning and twitching, Blitz felt it. Stolas’ cock was beginning to twitch much harder now, precum practically pouring from the head. Not only that, but he could feel the prince’s nuts begin to shiver and contract, no doubt preparing to release their pent up spunk.
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He grinned.
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In a flash, he was on his feet, both hands wrapped around Stolas’ dick as he pumped up and down the erect length. At the same time, he brought his leg back as far as he could before thrusting his knee forward.
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\*Thump!\*
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His knee slammed into the awaiting ballsack like a 10 pound hammer, flattening the two orbs to a fraction of their usual plumpness. It helped that Blitz was holding the prince’s cock, as it made it a bit easier to aim.
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Stolas, out of breath and barely cognizant, could only gape, panting as he stared at the ceiling.
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\*Thwack!\*
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Another knee thundered into the Goetia’s testicles, crushing them up against his crotch, giving them no choice but to take the heavy blow. Slightly above them, Stolas’ cock quivered, tense and ready to blow.
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‘One more.’ Blitz thought, bring back his leg one more time. With a grunt of exertion, he used everything he had to slam his knee up into the prince’s defenseless ballbag.
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\*THUD!!!\*
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With a third, gut churning, ballbusting knee, Stolas let out a crooning cry of blissful agony as he finally ejaculated, firing off rope after rope of sticky white semen. The first couple landed on Blitz’s face, neck and chest before the imp finally pointed the appendage back at Stolas, allowing the latter half of the prince’s rather lengthy orgasm to coat his own upper body.
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Blitz couldn’t help but laugh as he wiped the cum from his face and neck before wiping his hand on the bed sheets. “Shit Stolas, that was a lot. You been saving up for me or something?”
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All he got in response was a quiet cooing noise. Blinking in surprise, the imp glanced over to see Stolas curled in on himself, gently snoring away.
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“Damn. Musta took a lot out of him.” He thought for a moment. “Eh, makes sense. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him jizz so hard.” Chuckling lightly to himself, Blitz grabbed the water bottle he’d left nearby and quickly chugged the rest down. As he tossed the empty bottle into a nearby bin, he heard his ringtone going off from the pile of discarded clothes near the bedroom door, signifying he’s gotten a text.
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Hurrying over, he withdrew his phone from his pants and turned it on.
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Message from “Loonie<3<3<3 at 10:38 pm
\-Hey Dad, how did things go? You and the old man done fucking yet?
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He chuckled before quickly opening his phone and typing out a reply.
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\-Yeah, we're done. How'd things go at the office today? I.M.P still standing?
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Loona must've been on her phone, because the reply came only moments later.
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\-Things went fine, got a couple assassinations lined up for the rest of the week. And Fatty is actually a half-way decent boss when he's not all caught up in his head or getting pegged by Millie.
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A follow-up text came shortly after.
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\-You think you'll be back tonight?
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At this, Blitz paused. Glancing up, he looked at Stolas' sleeping form as he walked over and sat on the bed beside him. The owl murmured slightly as the bed shifted, but otherwise showed no sign of waking up. Reaching a hand over, he gently rubbed the prince's head, taking in his quiet, cooing snores.
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He made up his mind rather quickly.
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\-Not tonight Loonie.
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The reply came quick.
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\-No problem, see ya tomorrow
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\-See ya
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With that, he shut his phone off and set it down beside him as he suddenly found himself yawning. Fuck, he actually was kinda tired. He glanced over at the sleeping Goetia. He'd never admit it out loud, but sleeping next to the feathery demon did seem like it'd be comfortable.
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'Well, what have I got to lose?'
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Moving to Stolas' side, he laid down, dragging the covers up to cover them both. He made to lay down but, just before he did, he gave the prince a peck on the cheek. Then, he put his head down on the pillow and let sleep take him.
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Unbeknownst to him, Stolas was smiling.