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Blitzø wasn’t kidding how thin the walls were, because when he came out of the office, there was a lack of employees and one daughter. He walked to the reception desk and saw a note left stating that they left for the day and to call them if anything came up. Loona left her own note saying she’ll be out late.
Huh. Usually he’d be pissed that his employees left without running it by him. Instead he was elated that they did it without having to initiate it himself.
Blitzø bursted back into his office. “Good news! We’re doing a half day, and it’s just you and me in here.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean for everyone to leave on my account.”
“Ahhh, don’t even worry about it, tomorrow is a new day! Besides,” Blitzø walked back over to where Stolas was standing. He made his fingers walk up those thighs he couldn’t keep his eyes off, “I’ve been a very bad boy~ you need to finish what you started.” Blitzø bounced his eyebrows up and down.
Stolas chuckled but gave a light blush from the come on. “You’re right. I have to make sure you've learned your lesson intimately.”
“Not to tell you what to do or nothing, but I wouldn’t mind if you told me what to do.”
“You want me…to dom you?” Stolas felt his brain short-circuited. He didn’t think that was an option.
“Yeah! I’ll do whatever you want.” Blitzø was very matter of fact with his proposition. He moved the chair in front of his desk out of the way and went to kneel in front of Stolas. The bird gave a surprised hoot and blushed darker.
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t…”
“You’re thinking too hard, I know you have it in you! Just think of me as your loyal subject. I’m at your mercy, Prince Stolas~”
“Ehhhhhh…” Stolas cringed hearing that title come out of Blitzø’s mouth. He never used his title when he was a royal. Hearing it just brought back…sad memories. Now he finally understood what it meant to have an ‘ick.’
“Too soon? Honestly, hearing myself say that out loud made my dick shrivel a little. But I’m serious, you’re in charge. What should I call you?”
A range of emotions flashed through Stolas’s face. Intrigued, excited, thoughtful, and lastly a bit somber. He could tell Stolas wanted to say something about the offer and stewing on what to say again.
“Blitzø…while I’ve always enjoyed our scenes together…it just…takes me back to that time. When you were only doing it to obtain my grimoire.”
“But it’s not like that anymore!” Blitzø said as he stood back up to properly talk to the bird. “Oo! I have an idea. To make things even, after we do our thing, you leave for the apartment and I stay here. Okay, maybe that won’t make everything even but-“
“Blitzø-!” Stolas interrupted. He wanted to kneel down to get to his eye level but then remembered the skirt issue, so he moved the client chair back in front of the desk and turned it to face Blitzø, sitting back down. “I never want to go back to that. Ever again. Even as a roleplay. Or a punishment. I’d never wish that kind of treatment onto you.”
Blitzø let out a long sigh and moved his head up to stare at the ceiling, hoping the answers could be up there. “You’re right…I’m sorry for always running away back then. It wasn’t because I didn’t like you…fuck…it was because…I liked you too much.” Blitzø felt a shiver run up his spines saying that out loud. His body hadn’t got the memo that he’s more vulnerable now because when it happens, his flight response starts to kick into gear.
Stolas wanted Blitzø to elaborate on that point but knew they had been through enough the last couple of days. They can tackle that another time. “Did you even like the BDSM play? Or was that a facade to please me?”
“Are you kidding? I was doing shit like that waaay before our deal. After I bit you, it was obvious that you were into that kind of stuff.”
“Thank goodness,” Stolas breathed out in relief.
“I get it though. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Likewise. I just want you as you are.”
That’s it! Blitzø remembered the obvious thing he wanted to do here in the first place. “And that’s being the big dick in charge.” Blitzø proudly placed his hands on his hips.
“And I can attest the size isn’t hyperbole~” Stolas cooed, leaning over so he could run one talon up Blitzø’s chin playfully.
“I know I’m supposed to be punished, but…” Blitzø stopped so he could look his bird up and down, taking in this gorgeous tall glass of water, “I won’t be able to sleep knowing we could’ve had the hottest secretary-boss sex in my actual office, with no one to interrupt us.”
“Mmm, I agree full heartedly. In fact…I can play the secretary that has their boss wrapped around their finger, so much that he lets them get away with anything. Which could include…an at-work punishment of sorts.” Stolas narrowed all four eyes down at Blitzø while giving the kind of smirk he was used to being on the receiving end of.
Blitzø bit his lower lip while smiling back at his criminally hot boyfriend. “Dammit Stolas, I would drag my balls through glass if it meant I got to get up in that skirt of yours.”
Stolas huffed out a chuckle. “Perhaps I’ll grant you that wish…if you beg, of course.”
Blitzø fell to his knees and clasped his claws together, shaking them in reverence as he gazed up at him. “Let me at that beautiful puss, pleeeeease! You can sit on my face till I pass out!”
“Oooo, what a tantalizing offer. Let me just…” Stolas casually ran both hands up his thighs and pushed the skirt up so he could get his hands underneath to slowly ease his panties down his legs until he kicked them away with his talons. Stolas stole a glance down towards his boss’s crotch to see the tent that has formed in his pants. His eyes went back up to his face to see Blitzø just barely keeping it together, the sweat dripping down his foreheads biting his lower lip awaiting his next command.
Art by: Aster (Orbiting_Stars)
Stolas couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off his face when seeing his lover squirm in place. Which gave him another idea to up the ante. Stolas walked around Blitzø’s desk and opened his sex toy treasure trove. All he needed was a simple ring to keep things at bay for his imp.
“Take your pants on and put this on that lovely cock of yours. It can count as sexual harassment If you come, and I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble dear~” Obviously none of that was actually true. They’ve had sex in here before every now and then, but the roleplay only works if they add some imaginary restraints. When Stolas walked back over with the ring and handed it to him, Blitzø clumsily let the ring slip between his fingers, flailing to get it back in his hands. He saw him wipe his hands down his pants, presumably to remove the sweat that had started to gather.
All of Blitzø’s movements were shaky but he didn’t give up when undoing his belt, unzipping the pants, and pushing them down with his underwear. Blitzø groaned when his erection was freed, not wasting time putting the ring down his member.
”Lay on your back,” Stolas ordered. Which he did without issue.
Stolas strolled over and placed both talons on the outside of the imp’s legs so could lower himself to sit on top of the weeping cock. The skirt was still in the way, so Stolas pushed down harder so he could feel how painfully hard he already was. Blitzø of course couldn’t hold in his whine or stop his hips from jerking up in response.
”Poor thing,” Stolas cooed. He didn’t want to tease things out too long like his boss often did, so he sat up on his knees so he could push the skirt up to the apex of his thighs.
You could hear the crack of Blitzø’s neck when he looked up quickly to see the mess of wet, lightly colored feathers that surrounded his cloaca. This was the only part that Blitzø could see of Stolas that wasn’t all put together.
After giving Blitzø an eyeful of what’s to come, he leaned back down against his cock so he could grind and rub his slit against it. Stolas let out a pleased hum while Blitzø moaned unabashedly. He was deliberate with how he rubbed himself against his love so he couldn’t accidentally breach him. He just wanted to coat his beautiful member of all of Stolas’s juices.
“Are you hungry, sir?” Stolas asked as he placed his hands behind him so his lower half would be on full display for the imp, seeing his feathery mound smother the imp’s dick.
“Like a thirsty man stranded in the Wrathian desert.“ Blitzø didn’t feel like he was exaggerating with how dry his throat felt in that moment.
“Good. Because I have plenty to spare.“ Stolas sat up and off of the imp’s penis so he could scoot his body closer to his face. Blitzø instinctively opened his mouth wide and let his tongue loll out, ready to feast. Stolas couldn’t wait much longer himself, so he happily sat himself down on that inviting mouth. Blitzø latched his hands on the bird’s hips and began lapping up the outside of all those sweet juices. Stolas let out one of his famously, over the top moans when the contact was made. “D-Drink up…” Stolas whispered.
Blitzø brought his secretary down harder on his face so his mouth could cover all of Stolas’s cloaca, creating a vacuum seal and sucking in any air from inside his bird. He felt his feathery thighs trembling under his claws. So Blitzø pulled back just a smidge so he could let out a hot breath against his opening. “Don’t stop!” Stolas pleaded.
That’s when the imp slithered his tongue inside his needy hole and let it flick around his insides, pushing his body harder against his face. “Yes, yes, yeeeees, a-all for you~!” Stolas moaned out, beginning to ride his face freely. Blitzø could feel his bird squeeze his head harder between those thighs, a sign that Stolas was reaching his peak. He might actually pass out because Blitzø couldn’t easily breath through his nose and his mouth was occupied eating bird puss like his life depended on it. But he was putting his climax before his well-being, so Blitzø let his tongue lick at the birds sweet spot as aggressively as he could. That got Stolas screeching when he came, his fluids splashing all into that greedy mouth. When Blitzø pulled back, there was still slick all around his mouth and drip to his neck.
Blitzø was panting like a dog so he could catch his breath. Stolas placed a hand on his cheek and asked, “color?”
It took a moment for Blitzø to regulate his breathing before he could choke out, “green.”
”Wonderful. Now…lets conduct a thorough performance review~” Stolas cooed as he started to stand up slowly. His legs were a bit wobbly but was able to move in front of Blitzø’s desk. The imp quickly hopped up but got a head rush from it. Then, he hastily walked towards his chair and hopped on top of it so he could look over Stolas some more, laying his dick on top of that soaked slit.
“When this ring comes off, I’m probably going to bust easily.” Blitzø’s dick felt like a grenade where once the pin was pulled, he'd explode instantly.
“I’ll tell you when,” was all Stolas said in response. “We’ve reached the end of the work day… so you may penetrate me with no consequence.”
Blitzø didn’t argue and sheathed himself inside that amazing heat. The entry was fluid and quick with how wet he got his bird. Blitzø was gripping the edge of his desk, scratching dents into the wood from how pent up he was, it bordered on painful. He didn’t want to disappoint now that they've gotten this far, so he started thrusting in and out at a more steady pace. Stolas was meeting those thrusts and wrapped his legs around his doting boss. Stolas looked up at his face and saw how scrunched all his features were. He didn’t want to push Blitzø further and pushed him back by his abdomen so he could pull out. He daintily used his thumb and pointer finger to grip the ring and slowly slide it off.
“Hoooooly shit!” Blitzø cried out. He looked up at Stolas’s face, trying to communicate with his eyes if it was okay to enter him again. Stolas smiled and nodded. Like the two pump chump he was, he literally got two pumps in before he came inside his smokin’ hot secretary. He did his best to keep thrusting through it until Stolas climaxed as well. Their combined fluids were seeping out of Stolas’s hole and around Blitzø’s dick. He kept himself inside to better control the mess they made.
”Did I…pass?” Stolas asked cheekily, referring to his performance review.
”With flying colors,” Blitzø breathed out, still panting lightly from all that action. “Feeling better?”
”Can’t you tell?” Stolas joked.
”No, not this. I mean, about earlier.” Blitzø clarified.
”Oh. Well…it's hard to deny your attraction to me after doing all that. But… I’m still sorry for being so silly about my self-esteem issues.”
”Nah, don’t be. Really, I should be thanking you for getting to live out this fantasy. Wanna call it even?”
”As long as you behave when I hang out with anyone besides you, I think we can call it even. Do you trust me?”
”Wha- of course I do! I’m…sorry for being so clingy before. I mean, can you blame me? When it comes to you, it's hard to share.” Blitzø pushed Stolas’s dress shirt up so he could shower kisses on his bare stomach and sides.
“Don’t fret…you’re the only boss I want in my life.” Stolas smiled down at him and stroked his hand up one of his horns.
Perhaps he should suggest to Blitzø that they have their own boys night. Just the two of them.