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Stolitz Smut as Promised.

Pairing: Stolas x Blitzø

~3,500 words

Relevant tags: Established Relationship, Roleplay, Rough Sex

Are Rules Not Meant to Be Broken?

A knock sounded at the door to Blitzø's office, drawing his attention from his work.

"Looney, you know we can't take in clients today with M&M out. If they're asking, just tell them we'll get to it tomorrow."

The door creaked open a crack, but the head that popped inside was far taller than what he expected.

"Wrong guess, darling." Stolas chirped from the doorway.

"Stolas? Why are you here?"

"Can I not drop by to visit my boyfriend? " He tilted his head to the side, smiling. "May I come in? I brought you some iced coffee." He stuck it through the door, giving it a little shake for emphasis.

Blitzø paused, considering it before replying. "How about you wait in the lobby?"

"Why not let me into your office?"

Blitzø leveled his gaze at the royal demon.

"Because I know you. And I have a shit ton of important paperwork to do, and you are only going to be a distraction."

"A distraction? I would never dream of interrupting you from your work." Stolas replied with a smirk, ducking into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Why even ask if you're not going to listen?"

Stolas ignored him, walking over to the imp and handing him his coffee, which Blitzø happily took and drank.

"How is it?"

Blitzø gave a thumbs up as he sipped. It was exactly how he liked it, but he wasn't going to admit that.

"Thanks for the drink. Now go sit in the lobby." Blitzø pointed at the door, looking up at him.

"Do you honestly think I came in here with nefarious purposes?" Stolas asked with feigned naivety, the look on his face betraying any possible claims of innocence.

The imp looked at him with a deadpan stare.

Stolas just smiled and walked around to the back of his chair, leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of his neck and placing his hands on his shoulders.

"Come on, Blitzy. You seem stressed. Why don't you take a break?" He dropped his voice down an octave before continuing, "I bet I could help you relax." He let out a deep little chuckle, running a hand down Blitzø's chest.

"Not here for nefarious purposes, my ass." He muttered.

"You know the rules, Stolas. No sex at the office."

"Have you not said before that rules are meant to be broken?" Stolas asked, a smartass expression plastered on his face.

"You're impossible." Blitzø said flatly.

Stolas just grinned and turned his chair around, kneeling down in front of it and propping his elbows up on the imp's thighs to prop his head up on his hands.

"How about this: You're the hard-working, overly stressed boss. Which you are. And I'm the secretary who would do anything for a raise." He proposed, walking his fingers up the other's chest.

Blitzø didn't protest but simply looked down at him. Stolas took that as sign enough to continue.

"You've had a particularly frustrating day and could really use an outlet. And there you see your sexy secretary bent over, filing away papers, hips just swaying in the air... almost knowingly taunting you."

Stolas reached up, gripping at the lapels of Blitzø's coat and straightening up slightly from his kneeling position.

"You can imagine that ass bent over your desk, legs wide apart, ready and wanting." He gently tugged him down so his mouth was at his neck. "Imagine yourself slamming into him, over and over as all he can do is hold on and take it as you fuck your stress away."

Stolas heard the other audibly swallow and he grinned wider. "Or maybe on his knees, hot mouth sucking you off eagerly. Taking you down all the way. Simply desperate for evey inch of your big, juicy cock."

Blitzø bit back a noise as the pictures Stolas was painting were shooting straight to his groin.

Dammit.

He hoped that the owl wouldn't notice, but that hope was quickly quashed as Stolas pulled himself up to straddle his lap. The wicked smile on his face was enough to tell Blitzø he definitely knew.

The prince leaned in with a self-satisfied hum, nipping gently at his neck and dropping a hand down to his lap, rubbing softly against his growing bulge.

"You're awful." Blitzø hissed.

Stolas pulled back enough to look Blitzø in the face, his glowing eyes hooded. "So...is the secretary going to be able to earn his well deserved raise?" He inquired in a teasing tone as he traced circles on his chest with his free hand, tail swishing gently.

"I ought to fire him." The imp muttered.

Raising his gaze to meet the prince's, he reluctantly gave in to thinking with the head Stolas was currently paying apt attention to, since that one was making it much harder to use the other.

"Fine. You win." The demon huffed. "Fucking slutty bird."

"Slutty secretary ." He corrected with a simper before hopping up and turning Blitzø's chair back to face his desk.

The shorter demon rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the edges of his mouth tugged upward.

Stolas walked over to the door and turned the lock with a click. He leaned back against the door, folding his arms behind his back. When he spoke, it was in a deep, sultry tone.

"You wanted to see me in your office? Sir."

Okay, that had no right to sound as hot as it did, but it definitely was something Blitzø could work with.

He noted in the back of his mind that he was glad that Moxxie had stopped calling him that because it certainly wouldn't being doing him any favors in one way or another.

Blitzø put on a smirk and leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the desk and tucking his hands behind his head.

"To my desk."

Stolas walked over to stand in front of him, hands still clasped behind his back.

"I wanted to talk to you about this raise you wanted. I don't really see what reason I would have to give you that. All you seem do is walk around the office in tight little outfits, distracting my workers. If anything, you're hurting the amount of work that gets done around here."

"Sir, I promise I am a very hard worker. I am extremely dedicated to this company. I would do anything you needed me to do to help it thrive."

"Hmmm." Blitzø hummed and switched his position so his feet were back on the floor, leaning an elbow on the desk. "Really now?"

He looked the taller demon up and down, a slow smile growing on his lips.

"I think I could work something out with you. You say you're such a hard worker, maybe you can show me that work ethic of yours."

"Of course. What would you have me do?"

Blitzø motioned Stolas to come closer to him, scooting his chair back enough that owl could stand between him and the desk.

"Kneel."

Stolas obliged, dropping down to his knees between Blitzø's parted legs.

The imp reached down, combing his fingers through the feathers on his head.

Stolas was looking up at him with big round eyes that held an eagerness he never could seem to hide. And fuck if he didn't look nice like that. The only thing that would make him look prettier would be-

Blitzø was getting ahead of himself.

"Meetings and paperwork and all that shit are stressful. It'd be extremely helpful if someone could ease some of that tension as I worked."

He reached down with his free hand and unfastened the button and zipper to his pants.

"Is that something you can do?"

The corners of the taller demon's mouth curled upward as he leaned down closer, hands sliding up Blitzø's thighs.

"Oh, I think you will find I am quite qualified."

Stolas slipped his fingers under the waistband of the imp's boxers, tugging them and his pants down as Blitzø lifted his hips to allow him to do so. He watched as his erection popped free, the prince's tail giving an excited little thump against the floor.

The demon wasted absolutely no time taking it into his mouth, tongue twisting around the length of it.

Blitzø swallowed down a noise at the sudden wet heat, eyelids drooping as he watched him work. He met Stolas's gaze as the owl peered up at him, mouth full.

Pretty.

With that thought and a grin, he gripped the back of his head with the hand he had threaded in his feathers and roughly yanked him down till the tip of his beak touched his abdomen.

Stolas choked as Blitzø forced himself down his throat, swallowing around him once he adjusted to the intrusion. He gripped onto the imp's inner thighs, eyes starting to water the longer he held him there. The grasp on his head was firm, keeping him from budging.

Just as his lungs started to burn, Blitzø pulled him back and released his grip. The prince coughed, gasping in lungfulls of air.

Blitzø waited as the other caught his breath before pulling his head forward with one hand and wiping away the drool that had dripped out his mouth with the other. He guided him towards his cock, gently tapping it against his cheek.

Stolas obediently opened his mouth, allowing Blitzø to slip back inside it. He let his eyes fall shut, focusing his attention to the head of him, lapping up any liquid that escaped the tip.

The imp let his head fall back against the back of his chair, letting out a quiet sigh of pleasure as Stolas kept at it, his hand back in the feathers at his crown. As he felt the other move his way up and down, tongue skillfully winding its way around him, a telltale tension in his abdomen keyed him into needing to make him stop.

"Ah- Alright. Good job performance." Blitzø managed.

Stolas took the hint and pulled back, a proud and slightly smug look on his face. He stood up, straightening his posture to try and give off a professional demeanor.

Blitzø gave himself a squeeze at his base, staving off his building orgasm, and stood up from his chair, kicking his pants fully off and his boots along with them.

"Sit." He ordered, motioning toward the desk before shedding his coat and hanging it over the back of his chair.

The prince turned to do so but was met with the papers Blitzø had been working on spread across the top of it. He leaned down, gathering them up into a neat pile.

"Fuck that." Blitzø said, sweeping the rest of the paperwork onto the floor.

Stolas just stood there stunned, papers still in hand.

"Don't you-... don't you need those? Did you not say that they were important?" He asked, slightly puzzled.

"Problem for future me." The imp responded before repeating, "Sit."

The taller demon gently placed the stack he was holding, along with Blitzø's coffee, on the chair and sat back on top his desk.

"You know. I think you're far too over-dressed for the workplace. You need to fix that."

Stolas did as he was asked and started stripping off layers of his clothes, starting with his cape. He folded each article as he went and stacked them on the floor next to the haphazard pile Blitzø had thrown his in.

"Is this better, Sir?" Stolas asked coyly once he was fully undressed, moving into a position that would show off more of himself.

Blitzø pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it with the rest. He looked over at the demon in front of him, eyes roaming over every inch of his exposed body.

"Much." He commended, hopping up onto the desk and straddling the other's lap. He pulled him down slightly to meet him in a kiss and allowed Stolas to run his hands all across his body. He relished in the touch, his tail curling around one of the owl's wrist and using it to guide Stolas's arm to around his waist.

Stolas followed suit and wrapped the other around him as well, pulling him flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

They continued a bit longer before Blitzø broke away, moving his mouth to the other's neck. He bit down, sinking his sharp teeth into the place where his neck met his shoulder.

The prince let out a startled cry that was immediately interrupted by Blitzø shoving his fingers into his mouth.

"Quiet." The imp warned, as he pulled back from his neck. "Can't disturb the others in the office."

Stolas gave him a look. Blitzø was the one who bit him without warning. It wasn't his fault. Nevertheless, he took Blitzø's cue to suck on his fingers, coating them in as much saliva as he could.

Blitzø offered him a little satisfied smile as he pulled them out, reaching down and pressing his fingers against Stolas's entrance. He stroked against him gently before dipping inside, mixing Stolas's spit with the pre he was leaking. He purposely kept his movements slow and shallow, knowing it would only frustrate him.

Stolas let out a quiet whine as the other deliberately teased him, not missing the smug look on Blitzø's face.

It wasn't until the imp got enough of his restless squirming that he delved deeper, rubbing against his inner walls.

Stolas braced himself with his arms behind him and closed his eyes. But soon after, Blitzø pulled his fingers back out and hopped down off the table, eliciting a sound of protest from the other.

He gripped Stolas from under his knees and tugged him forward till he was sitting at the very edge of his desk. Not wasting a moment, he kneeled down, fixing his mouth over his opening. His long tongue snaked its way inside of him, and he relished the sharp breath the prince sucked in.

Stolas watched him as he worked between his legs, feeling his face flush at the sight of it. It felt absolutely amazing, but only drove to make him desperate for something more. Something bigger.

"Blitzø." He breathed.

The smaller demon pulled back, looking Stolas in his face.

"I'm sorry, what was that? Is that any way to address your boss?" He asked, a half-amused look on his face.

"My apologies. Sir." Stolas corrected.

"Better remember to show me respect or you're not getting a single cent more from me."

Blitzø stood up and walked around to the front side of his desk.

"Come here."

Stolas did as he was told, following in suit.

"Y'know," Blitzø started, tapping a finger against his cheek and putting on a thoughtful look. "I think my office could use a little something more. Maybe something pretty and all splayed out for me to look at." He flashed the other a wicked grin.

"Think you could help me with that?"

"Yes, Sir." The owl nodded.

"Over the desk." He ordered.

Stolas obeyed, getting on his knees so he could properly bend himself over Blitzø's desk.

Blitzø gave a gentle kick to each of his legs, signaling him to spread them further apart before stepping back away from him.

Stolas followed his instructions, his legs splaying out as far as he could make them. He lifted his tail to give Blitzø a better veiw, and fanned out the feathers to make them look fuller. He turned his head to face the imp, watching for his reaction.

Blitzø just stared at the lewd display in front of him, hand flying down to his dick which was now painfully hard. Stolas's face was flushed a deep pink and the feathers near the base of his tail were soaked.

"How's this, Sir?" Stolas asked in a breathy and seductive tone.

An absolutely depraved smile appeared on the imp's face in response.

"Fucking perfect."

Blitzø walked up to him and leaned over slightly so his face was closer to Stolas's, playfully giving a sharp flick of his tail to the other's backside as he did so. He tipped his chin up slightly with a finger, locking eyes with the prince.

"Working here isn't always gonna be easy, y'know. There'll be days that are gonna be real rough. You may feel like you've taken a good pounding with how hard I've worked you. You may need to fight the urge to scream from it all. And maybe some days you'll just feel fucked over and raw."

He smirked and pulled back.

"Let's see just how resilient you are."

He gave Stolas's ass a hard smack as he moved to stand behind him. He wrapped his tail snugly around the owl's, moving it out of his way as he grabbed Stolas's hip with one hand and gave himself a few strokes with the other. He rubbed the slick dripping from his tip along his length before positioning himself at Stolas's entrance, teasingly brushing the head over it before suddenly and roughly penetrating him.

Stolas bit down on his fist to dampen the noise that was forced from him as he was slammed against the edge of the desk. He felt Blitzø grip both of his hips tightly, claws digging into his skin. Pleasure shot through him as he was stretched full, the other pressing in deep and hard with each of his thrusts.

Blitzø had his eyes trained on where the two of them met, watching himself slide in and out of the prince. He kept up a quick pace, driving forcefully into him each time. The imp could hear the small sounds that Stolas was trying to keep in. He usually was quite vocal, so Blitzø knew keeping quiet was difficult for him.

And he didn't plan on making it any easier.

Reaching up with one hand, he grabbed a fist-full of feathers at the back of his head and yanked. Hard.

Stolas let out a small squawk as his head was forcibly and abruptly pulled backwards. The hold on his feathers was tight, and he knew Blitzø was not going to ease up. Stolas panted slightly as the other kept up a fast and rough pace, Blitzø's grip on the prince causing him to arch his back from how far back he was holding his head.

"Arms behind your back."

The taller demon complied, now no longer able to support himself, only being held up by Blitzø's hold on him and his own abdominal muscles.

Blitzø quickened his speed, keeping a firm grasp on Stolas. Each snap of his hips drove as deep into the royal demon as possible. He could feel Stolas straining against the grip the imp had on him, trying to keep himself up.

It was only when Blitzø noticed Stolas's body start to sink down, tiring from trying to hold himself up, that he released his hold on the owl's head, not wanting to yank out more feathers than he knew he already had. He moved his other hand from Stolas's hip to wrap an arm under and around the prince, keeping him from slamming down on the desk when he let go.

Stolas huffed as he fell forward, caught by Blitzø, and moved his arms from behind his back to brace his forearms on the desk. He let his head drop and hang down, eyes squeezing shut from barrage against him and talons scraping against the wood.

Sweat was beading at Blitzø's brow, his breaths coming out in short hot bursts. His hands moved to settle on Stolas's waist, and he used that grip to pull the other against himself to meet each drive into him. His movements grew more erratic as he felt himself grow closer.

A groan caught in Blitzø's throat as his hips stuttered. With one last powerful thrust, he spilled out inside of Stolas, holding the demon flush against him as his orgasm coursed through him.

Stolas gasped as the hot liquid filled him to the brim. The feeling of it practically overflowing from him was almost enough to send his already teetering self over the edge.

Blitzø pressed his forehead against his back, giving a few more deep rolls of his hips into the other. As he did so, he dragged his sharp claws down the taller demon's sides as hard as he could without breaking skin and tugged roughly on Stolas's tail with his own.

The keen pain and pleasure that that caused was just enough to tip Stolas over into a climax of his own. He once again bit down to try to keep as quiet as it overtook him, clenching around the other, his own release gushing forth and mixing with Blitzø's.

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip as Stolas tightened and spasmed, the force of it along with the added fluid caused their mess to trickle out and drip onto the floor.

Fuck. Blitzø was going to have to clean that up.

He turned his head to the side, his face rested against the demon's soft feathers as he waited for his breathing to even out.

Once it did, Blitzø pulled out slowly, only causing more semen to leak onto the ground beneath them.

Dammit, Stolas. This was part of why he had the rule.

Stolas turned his head around to look at him, a tired but happy smile on his face.

"So, Boss. How did I do?"

Blitzø laughed a soft, breathy laugh and reached over to gently run his fingers down the side of his face.

"I think I can find it in the budget to give you that raise."

Stolas gave a small laugh in return.

"Thank you, Sir." He smiled and slowly pulled himself up from his knees, moving to sit on top the imp's desk.

Blitzø climbed up onto the desk and into the prince's lap. He buried his face into the fluffy feathers of his chest, feeling spent but satisfied.

"You're helping me fix the mess you caused." He muttered, muffled.

"Of course, my Blitzy." Stolas assured with a smile, resting his head gently on top of Blitzø's.

"You're also getting me more coffee because I'm gonna need more than what you brought if I'm getting through the rest of the fuckin' work day."

The prince just chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to one of the imp's horns.

"Whatever you'd like." He stroked a hand gently down the smaller demon's back.

Blitzø wrapped his arms loosely around the owl's middle in response, completely relaxed against Stolas and happy to stay put for at least for a little while longer.

Maybe breaking his rule wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe they could do it again sometime.

Maybe.

He did still have a job to do.

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