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Stolas sighed, standing before the door meant to be his dressing room for the day’s festivities. How much of a faux pas would it be to claim extreme nausea and back out of a promotional shoot run by the King of Lust and his Royal Consort-to-be?

‘Get it together. You agreed to do this and it’d be beyond rude to back out right before we are set to begin.’ Taking a deep breath, Stolas knocked lightly before opening the door.

The dressing room they’re using for today’s shoot was nothing less than a trove of color and hedonistic delights. Racks of sparkles and rhinestones and silk and lace lined the walls with boxes of what can only be accessories and toys of the intimate variety. 

“Stolas! It’s great to see you,” Ozzie greets with a neon grin, warm and genuine. It’s a welcome counterpoint to the nerves settled in the prince’s gut.

“Always a pleasure to see you as well, Oz!” Stolas made his way into the dressing room, settling his hand in the Sin’s and leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “My apologies for not coming in sooner. I spent some time with Octavia and had an appointment for the little one that ran a bit longer than expected.”

Ozzie waved off the apology and led him to the large vanity further inside. “Nonsense! You know you don’t gotta apologize for spending time with your kids, Birdy Babe. Just glad you could make it at all, considering how far along you are.” The Sin helped Stolas settle into his seat, the owl grateful for the reprieve of pressure on his back that standing always seems to give him these days.

“I won’t deny, I was considering calling it off just now, but you’ve all worked so hard to get this organized. I couldn’t do that to you all.” Stolas glanced around the room with an indulgent smile. “Besides, how many opportunities will I have to do a lingerie shoot while actively gravid for a Sin’s product?”

Ozzie laughed as he made his way around the room, grabbing several pieces that Stolas could only assume were for the owl himself to wear. “Be careful saying stuff like that out loud! There are more than enough product lines for us to promote, if you were really looking to get into the industry. And I wouldn’t doubt that Blitz would keep you barefoot and pregnant for as long as you let him.”

Just the thought of that was enough to make the Prince fluff up in equal parts excitement and trepidation. As much as he loved Blitz and this journey they’re taking together, there are many parts of “egg-nancy,” as Blitz would put it, that Stolas would be more than happy to have a break from after all this was said and done.

“Perhaps later down the line. This one is more than enough for now. But enough of that, I’d like to know what to expect for today! The closest experience I’ve had to something like this is posing for official portraits for the palace, but I highly doubt this will be several hours of me sitting still and pretending I don’t need to breathe or blink.”

“I can answer that, Princey!” a gravelly voice called from outside the cracked door before it burst open, a colorful imp bounding in with all the energy of a caffeinated meth head .

“Fizzy! Glad you could make it this way.” Oz caught Fizzarolli effortlessly, more than used to his lover’s antics after all this time. “Blitz all set on his end?”

The clown pressed a kiss against the sin’s lips and grabbed the clothes out of Ozzie’s hand. “Like I’d miss the chance to play dress up with these two! It’s about time we gave them a taste of Lust’s greatest fashion, and I just know Birdy here is gonna go gaga! Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Fizz launched off his perch to land beside the prince with an excited grin. “I’ve got an owl to glam up for his big debut~”

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Crew members of all kinds rushed about the studio in a well rehearsed chaos as Stolas, Oz, and Fizz all stepped into the space. Dozens of demons brought everything from equipment, set props, makeup, clothes, catering, and other things the prince could only imagine must have some sort of role to play in today’s plans.

From their conversation back in the dressing room, today was to be split into three ‘mini-shoots,’ so to speak. The first was set up like a living room in a forest cabin, with a plush fur rug, fireplace, arm chair, and decor to match the going aesthetic. The second set was a domestic, home-style kitchen reminiscent of a Hellmark film’s wet dream. The final set was to be a honeymoon suite (though anyone who had the privilege of entering Asmodeus’s personal chambers would see there was some heavy influence there).

The first two shoots were primarily photos, nothing too dissimilar to what the prince had experienced before at the more publicized Goetian events, and they were meant to be used for various ad spaces and magazines. The final shoot concerned him a bit, though. The honeymoon shoot was intended to produce the main advertisement material for the maternity line with both photos and video clips.

The prince didn’t have much time to dwell on his reservations, though, not with the way Fizzarolli navigated them through the crowd toward Set One. Everything truly looked like they took a slice out of the coziest cabin and stuck it inside the studio space. Sensual reds and deep browns colored the set with seemingly sturdy looking wooden furniture (he wouldn’t put it past Ozzie to get genuine, high quality props) and a fully functioning fireplace already lit with hellish green flames.

And there before the fireplace, dressed in a silk maroon robe that covered what was certainly his actual outfit, with a hellhound whom he could only assume was the director of the shoot, stood the only other person missing he had missed since they parted ways this morning.

“Yo, Blitz! Toldja Talia got you covered! You’re looking hot~” Fizz teased as he stretched out his legs to drape himself over the other imp. He pressed a kiss to the scarred side of Blitz’s face before he retracted back beside Stolas and Asmodeus.

“Yeah yeah, you’re right again, Fizz,” Blitz teased right back. He walked up to them and let Ozzie pick him up for a quick kiss before the sin lowered him down to greet the gravid prince with a deeper one.

“Hey, Stols~ How’re ya feeling? Did these two bozos take good care of ya?” Stolas giggled at the way his imp-ish lover shot a playful glare at their other paramours.

“Of course they did, Dearest. Prepped and pampered and ready for our big Lust debut~”  The prince cupped Blitz’s cheek and pulled him in closer to kiss his circus mark. “Have they told you what to expect? I’ve personally only done things like this for royal purposes, so I’m going in a bit blind.”

Blitz grinned cheekily. “Going in blind with eyes like yours? Maybe Via was right about you getting old.”

Stolas gasped in faux offense. “I beg your pardon! I’ll have you know that I’m younger than my husband and both my partners. So if I’m considered old, I’m going to have quite the disappointing revelation for them on our next date night.”

The owl could see the mischievous glint in Blitz’s eye, but Asmodeus set the imp down and herded them onto the main part of the set before they could continue.

“As much as it pains me to cut the foreplay short like this, we’ve only got so much time to get through all three shoots before the night is up. I promise, you’ll have plenty of time for that later.”

The sin helped Stolas out of his robe, showing off the flowing, deep maroon maternity dress they’d chosen for the fireplace photos. It looked like something straight out of the wardrobe of a starlet from Earth’s early film era, floor length lace tulle and trimmed in some of the most gorgeous vine motifs. The bodice had off the shoulder, full-length sleeves with the same vines framing the torso and bust, the neckline deep enough that his chest feathers were fluffed out.  The fabric was loose and light and sensual in the most delicious ways, flattering on anyone, pregnant or not.

As it stood, the dress suited Stolas’s gravid frame perfectly.

Blitz helped Stolas into the armchair where he stood off to the side before taking off his own robe to pass off to Fizz. The scarred imp was smartly dressed, black leather pants with a white shirt and his signature boots making up the bulk of his outfit while black suspenders, a bowtie with his late mother’s brooch, and a pair of fingerless black gloves rounded out the look.

While it didn’t appear to be a new outfit by any means, a closer look would show that the materials were of a much higher quality than his typical outfit, which was geared more towards practicality. It was no secret for their little group that this was Blitz’s go-to outfit when he needed to dress up, and it always got the owl going for how fantastic it made the imp look. Truly, if they weren’t getting ready to work, the prince would’ve already figured out a scene for them to play out right then and there.

Ozzie and Fizz went off set by the producer’s area when an incubus and hellhound approached them happily. They introduced themselves as Cyrus and Giani, the photographer and director respectively, and explained exactly how each shoot would go. Similar to what Fizzarolli had said earlier, the first two sets were primarily photos only. They would have the camera rolling at the same time to shoot some videos for shorter ads, but nothing overly scripted or strenuous. The third would be fully shot for the commercial video material.

While the professionals spoke, the owl couldn’t help but notice how his husband kept glancing at him during the explanations. It wasn’t an unfamiliar look on the imp, and not necessarily unexpected either. Afterall, the prince was wearing Ozzie’s brand of lingerie and Blitz had been particularly insatiable as they got closer to the laying date. Not that Stolas complained one bit about it. How could he when his husband was so attentive to his needs? And the imp had been phenomenal this whole time.

‘Perhaps I can find a way to thank him after the shoot? He deserves some pampering himself after everything he’s done for–’

“Your Highness?”

Stolas hooted softly in surprise, having been caught not paying much attention. “Oh, my apologies, my mind wandered a bit. What were you saying?”

Blitz rested a hand between Stolas’s shoulders, massaging gently as he answered. “They were just asking if you needed anything before we got started. You still okay to do this, right? You know Fizz and Ozzie’ll find a way to reschedule if you aren’t.”

The owl hummed in delight, Blitz’s hand feeling as wonderful as ever, removing some tension he had grown mostly accustomed to in recent weeks. “Darling, I’m perfectly fine to continue. Just lost in my thoughts. Besides,” Stolas smiled, “I don’t imagine there will be many more opportunities for this particular shoot before the time comes when we truly settle into nesting for the egg’s arrival.”

Stolas watched as Blitz’s eyes dilated and his tail flicked excitedly at the reminder that they weren’t far off from being that much closer to meeting their little one. He giggled and addressed the director. “Ready when you are.”

Without wasting any more time, the crew got everyone set up in their spots. Final makeup and wardrobe checks were completed, cameras were rolling, and both Stolas and Blitz were directed for the first set of photos. They had the prince remain in the chair, one arm accentuating the curve of his belly while the other caressed the curve of his love’s horn. Blitz knelt by Stolas’s legs, his head rested in the owl’s lap and one of his hands made its way under the dress to rest against the owl’s leg.

The imp had his hand around one of Stolas’s calves, rubbing it gently as the photos were taken and adjustments were made. Stolas trilled softly. He loved these softer moments between the two of them. They always reminded him of how much his husband loved him, even without the words.

Fizzarolli had more of a propensity for cuddling and the like, more-so geared towards platonic intimacy. Not that they weren’t known to get down and dirty themselves, but they were more likely to indulge in the softer or fun side of things.

Asmodeus tended to go more with the flow of the moment, never one to push and more often than not interested in whatever route they decided on as a group or in their one on one sessions. He’d add in his two cents if he felt the energy flagging or going stagnant, but he was content to defer to others and play along.

But with Blitz, it was different. They had worked hard to get to this point together, and moments where the two of them were able to enjoy the simple intimacy between themselves without a level of guilt or doubt had become more frequent, more normal, but still felt precious.

Like now, with Blitz’s hand on his leg, Stolas felt comfortable enough to reciprocate in his own way. He slid a taloned foot along Blitz’s thigh and circled the leather clad limb gently.

An unconscious tension seemed to melt out of the imp when his affections were returned. If they weren’t in front of so many others, the owl would be willing to bet he’d hear the tell tale purring of a content imp. As it stood, they continued their ministrations until Stolas’s foot slipped and pressed into Blitz’s lap.

“H-hah,” Blitz gasped softly. The hand he had under Stolas’s dress moved to grab at the avian’s ankle, keeping the foot from moving any further. Stolas glanced down at him, an eyebrow quirked up questioningly. He saw the beginning dustings of a blush that darkened his lover’s cheeks and knew that wasn’t a pained gasp. He decided to push a bit further to see how far he could take this unexpected treat.

Hidden by the length of the dress, Stolas shifted the taloned foot as discreetly as he could, settling it properly on Blitz’s lap, right on the man’s crotch. Ever the performer, Blitz didn’t so much as twitch, but Stolas had had years by now to make note of his lover’s tells, particularly those of the amorous variety.

And the way Blitz’s eyes dilated as they connected was most certainly a sign that he liked where this was going.

Still aware that they were technically supposed to be working, Stolas took the chance between photo clusters to look at the crew under the guise of stretching his shoulders and neck. The camera crew were focused on their equipment. Stage hands were setting up the next area. The photographer and director were conversing quietly about something or other. And beside them, in the producer's chairs, sat Ozzie and Fizz.

And if their grins were anything to go off of, the prince and his consort weren’t quite as sneaky as they had initially thought.

Knowing their two lustful partners were more likely to encourage the kind of behavior Stolas had in mind (not to mention would stop them if they got of line), and that this would be a better setup than most to allow for some fun involving their more exhibitionist sensibilities (considering the ironclad NDAs and professional nature of this particular group), the owl decided to continue. 

He pressed his foot more firmly against the imp’s clothed crotch. It was a blessing that the fabric of the dress hid the more subtle movements of his leg as he rubbed across where he knew his lover’s slit lay beneath the leather.

It was a delight to feel the way Blitz shifted his hips beneath his foot. No bulge as of yet, so his length was still safely sheathed, but all that seemed to do was spur the owl on, wanting to see just how far he could push.

While he’d be more or less passive in his placement, not wanting the photographer or director to catch on to their little game, he pushed down on his love’s next press up into his foot. The additional pressure must have caught Blitz off guard, because his own claws dug into Stolas’s leg with an extra push up as the movement must have made a pulse of pleasure run up the imp’s spine, if the way his tail lashed out was any indication.

Although, before they could continue their game, Cyrus called out, bringing their attention off of each other and back onto the set.

“Okay, we got a lot of great shots out of this set up, so we’re gonna move onto the fireplace photos. Your Highness, are you okay with kneeling or laying on the ground by the fire?”

Stolas looked at the area in question, the fireplace still lit with the warmth of the green flames. There was plenty of space for both himself and Blitz to lay comfortably and what appeared to be the pelt of a brown Hell Bear from the lower rings acting as a rug.

“Hmm, I should be fine for a bit if I’m kneeling before we’d need to move on, but if I’m to be laying down, I will need some sort of support for my back.”

“That’s easy enough! Clairise, grab some of the S1 pillows for the prince!” A succubus called out an affirmative before delving into the mess of props for the pillows in question. It didn’t take long for them to come back and place them close by.

Stolas made an attempt to stand from the chair on his own, but Blitz beat him to it. His husband had stood up from beside him and helped support the owl’s lower back as he stood up as well.

“Doin’ okay, pretty bird?” Stolas smiled and bent down enough to press a kiss to the circus mark on Blitz’s forehead.

“I feel I should be asking you that, Dearest. You seemed a bit ‘preoccupied’ towards the end there.” Blitz smirked cockily, but it wasn’t enough to hide the flush on his cheeks.

“Well, can you really blame me? I’ve got this hot bird carrying my kid in a dress that’s to die for and literally stepping on me. If we weren’t taking photos right now, you’d be back on that chair and screaming my name~”

It was still odd, viewing himself as someone to be desired. Years of mistreatment from the one meant to be your partner will do that to a person, royal or not. But with Fizz and Asmodeus and especially Blitz’s support, the prince has been slowly but surely finding that self confidence in his appearance.

It certainly doesn’t hurt when his lover looks at him like he’s the most gorgeous piece of work he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Darling, keep looking at me like that, and we might have to cut the shoot short to let you cool down,” he teased, making his way to the rugged area. Blitz followed close by, his arm hooked around Stolas’s hips.

Fizzarolli snorted from his spot beside the cameras. “Bold of you to think we’d stop the shoot just for him to get his dick under control! We’d never get anything done if we had to wait for every boner to calm the fuck down like he’s eighteen again.”

Blitz rolled his eyes, flipping his middle finger at Fizz while his tail swayed playfully behind him.

“You’d probably like it, you fucks! But I ain’t no corner store hooker. Gotta pay up front for the goods,” he teased, knowing full well that Fizz would merely need to ask if he actually wanted to play that sort of game.

“Oh yeah? How much to get you on your knees then? You need something keeping that smart mouth of yours bus– Ozzie!” The sin laughed as the flustered imp swatted at the hand that started twirling his tail.

“You know I love you both, and I would never want to stifle that lustful creativity,” Ozzie purred, “But I really wanna see them both in the next set, so we need to move on.” He gestured to the team to continue while both Fizz and Blitz pouted at having their fun time cut short.

Stolas giggled unrepentantly at the ridiculousness of their imp-ish lovers. It didn’t matter how much time passed, what experiences and milestones they reached. When you put those two together, they would naturally fall into a banter that some would find mean-spirited, but the two avian men knew was simply their dynamic.

The imp stuck his tongue out as he helped the prince slowly kneel down and onto the rug before the lit fireplace, close enough to feel the heat coming from the Hell Fire, but far enough that there is no risk of an accidental spark catching on either of them.

It always brought such a warmth to his chest when Blitz handled him so carefully. It’s been more common the farther his pregnancy progresses and shows just how far they’ve come that the imp doesn’t bat an eye to do so in front of others.

“Thank you so much, Darling~” The owl watched as Blitz settled himself before him, comfortably leaning back onto his hands with a gentle smile on his lips. Truly, it should be illegal for someone to be so effortlessly attractive.

Cyrus must have liked how they were placed in the moment, because he let them know that he’d like to use the silhouettes cast by the fireplace’s backdrop with Blitz continuing to lean back, leg closest to the fire bent up and the other bent out, giving Stolas a spot to crawl into and sit between his legs, like they were about to do more than simply pose for the cameras.

Crawling in his dress, even for such a short distance, required a bit more support than initially expected. Stolas didn’t think twice about placing his hand on Blitz’s thigh as he shuffled forward, but a soft gasp gave him pause.

“Blitz, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He went to move his hand from Blitz’s thigh to the floor when a scarred hand rested over his talons, keeping him in place.

“Nothing like that, Pretty Bird. You don’t gotta move,” Blitz reassured, pressing their hands firmly into the leather.

A quick glance at his lover’s face revealed the barest hint of blush across his cheeks. It really shouldn't have been much of a surprise. Disregarding the current audience, this wasn't an unfamiliar set up from the two of them. They’d had more than enough nights of their own before one of the many fireplaces within the palace. Honestly, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of those nights led to the bundle of joy growing within him right now.

*Art by Val, @valfaee on twitter

And, well…they were trying for authenticity and intimacy, weren’t they? Perhaps a bit of a performance wouldn’t hurt to get them into the proper headspace.

Bright red locked onto glowing yellow as Stolas shifted forward, the hand Blitz had kept pressed into his thigh sliding farther up his leg. Muscles tensed under his touch until he stopped at the imp’s hip.

“Blitzy, I noticed you seemed to enjoy our time by the chair. You’ve been taking such good care of me…” He shifted his hand to cup between his lover’s legs, the heat he found there enough to send a shiver up his own spine. “I believe it’s my turn.”

Those gorgeous, wide eyes stayed focused on the owl’s face despite the attention being given between Blitz’s legs. Familiar movements of his palm across where he knew his husband’s slit was hidden behind clothing did nothing to dim the heat of the moment. Even just the thought of continuing until he could clearly feel the wet warmth of slick or perhaps the beginnings of an erection fluffed the prince’s feathers in anticipation.

So similar to their time before in the chair, hips pressed up when every push down. Heat and pleasure glassed over eyes as a scarred red and white hand reached up to grip Stolas’s head feathers. Not pulling, simply there. A comforting weight as he leaned in closer, beak ready to meet parted red lips.

Not that they were able to connect before the rapid clicks of a camera going off brought the prince back to the room. The same room where their lapsed moment was being caught on film for all of hell to eventually see. Somehow the idea of everyone seeing didn’t embarrass him like before. Stolas wanted people to see.

He wanted people to see them .

Cyrus made his way over to them, eyes locked on the camera screen reviewing the photos he had just taken. “You two are naturals at this! We’ve got some solid takes just now, so we should be good to move onto Set Two. Alright, let’s prep for the kitchen scenes!”

The controlled chaos of before resumed as demons ran around getting ready for the second set of photos. Stolas glanced about before trying to pull away, only to be held in place. Blitz’s claws gripped the back of his head more firmly. If the low whimper pulled from his throat and another roll of his hips weren’t enough of a clue as to what the imp wanted, the slick that had begun to seep through his slacks certainly was more than enough for the owl.

He smiled indulgently, leaning in to trail his beak across the scarred cheek, fingers rubbing firmly along where he knew his love’s slit lay beneath him. The shaky moan he received sat hot between them.

“Patience, Dear. Good things come in due time~”

Before Blitz could respond, Fizzarolli and several others came over to bring them back to the dressing rooms to change for Set Two. The owl trilled happily. This was going to be a lot more fun than he’d thought.

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The two models were led back to their dressing rooms and swiftly changed into their second set outfits for the day. Stolas finds himself in a stunning purple nightgown with a lace bodice and plunging v-neck, an elastic band resting above his bump to bring in a tighter top and flowing bottom. The silk skirt slit up both sides up to the hips, the front section only a facsimile of modesty for all that the fabric is nearly transparent and the back resembling one of his cloaks going down to his ankles. The only other piece being a matching, high-waisted thong. Purely for the images, considering his feathers offer more than enough coverage naturally.

It’s easily one of, if not the most comfortable pieces of lingerie he has ever worn.

Blitz’s costume change was a bit less drastic, but no less alluring. The scarred imp was once again in a pair of black slacks (no doubt a different pair from the previous ones that the prince had undoubtedly made a bit of a mess of). Instead of a dress shirt, he had on a simple, thin white undershirt. A new red set of suspenders hanging by his hips (possibly for the matching aspect between their outfits) completed the look.

This set was meant to simulate an early morning domestic scene, Stolas straight out of bed and Blitz partially prepared for the day, an effort to show that the clothes were meant for daily use as well.

The crew had everything fully organized and decorated like a middle class home’s kitchen. Everything was lighter colors with splashes of pastels in the appliances and decor. But looking closely would show the obvious touches common to Lust (the phallic shaped creamer and tasteful sex position wall decals were very nice touches).

To begin the shoot, Cyrus had Stolas leaning over the counter, putting a standard ‘sexy’ breakfast together while Blitz sat at the table with his coffee. They wanted to accentuate Stolas’s features more prominently in this set, showing off his feathers and the curve of his belly, thighs, and hips. All easy enough in this dress and working wonderfully if the heat in Blitz’s eyes were anything to go by.

Wouldn’t it be fun to add his own little flair, though?

Stolas smiled sultrily, leaning further over the counter to brace himself a bit more. He brought his elbows in, fluffing up his chest feathers further and fanning out his tail feathers enticingly. Despite having his plumage mocked over the years for being too dull, the owl now knew how to work with what he had. What he lacked in color or pattern, he more than made up for in volume and style. His feathers were sleek and soft, his gravid state making him the picture-perfect embodiment of comfort , and he knew how to emphasize as much.

The soft, loving looks Blitz was throwing his way showed he knew it too.

“Putting on a show for me, Baby? You know how much I love to see those feathers.” Blitz took a sip of his coffee, in a mug for the shot but iced to his preference.

“Oh, you know how much I love to show off for you, Darling~ How could I resist?”

“Showing off or teasing? ‘Cause you’re all the way over there instead of where you belong.”

“And where exactly do I belong, Blitzy?” The imp smirked and playfully patted his lap, legs spread in invitation.

“You know where~ Daddy’s pretty cold without you here.”

Giggling at his antics, Stolas glanced over at Cyrus, silently asking for permission to move on. After a quick review of his camera, the incubus gave him the okay. The prince picked up the tray of breakfast foods with a smile. There were dick and lip shaped pancakes, another phallically shaped container with what he could only guess was maple syrup, a fruit bowl with the fruit cut suspiciously like little butts, sausage links, and two small bowls of whipped cream and a fruit syrup. “I see you had some influence on the food here, Fizzarolli Dear.”

The jester cackled off to the side with a wide grin. “You know it, Hoots! I’ve got the best palate out of all of you, so of course I had a say.” Blitz snorted as Stolas made his way to the table and set down the tray.

“In what fucking universe, Mr. Burgers-For-Breakfast-Lunch-And-Dinner.”

Fizz flipped a middle finger off in Blitz’s direction. “This one, Mr. Ate-A-Corndog-Off-The-Floor!”

Blitz pouted and flushed as Ozzie and Stolas snickered. “No fair! I was literally five! And you dared me to, so that doesn’t fucking count!”

“Does too!”

“Does not!”

“DOES TOO!”

“DOES—”

“Boys, enough!” Stolas cut them off endearingly. “I’m sure we’d be here all day if we were to go into a nostalgia war of your circus days,” the owl sat on the edge of the table and cupped Blitz’s chin, turning his face to look at him directly, “I believe I have something better for you to eat, Darling~”

It was impossible to miss the way Blitz’s eyes dilated and he melted into the prince’s hand in the wake of his offer. The poor imp had been bouncing back and forth between so much these past few weeks. Between his company, friends, the girls, their partners, and their baby well on the way, it seemed like Blitz took it upon himself to do everything on his own.

But Stolas knew he needed to be taken care of as well. And with the way Blitz has been melting into these miniscule moments of care, he intended to do as much as possible while his husband was still pliant with the thought.

Pulling Blitz up closer, the owl ran a sharp claw over his bottom lip. “So desperate you’ve been to fill the space with your voice, my love. You deserve a break.” He smiled, leaning down to press a particularly languid kiss against them. Tracing his tongue along the seam of red/white lips, he gently guided the imp to part them, pressing in deeper and focusing on all the twists and spots he knew felt good.

Kissing was easy. After they figured out the logistics of it between them, it was always the easiest thing in the world. So much could be said with a kiss, and this one in particular was specific.

‘ Give into it, my love. Give in to me and relax.’

They kept at it until the imp in his hands melted . The tension bled from his back and he leaned desperately into the owl’s touch. Stolas felt the way Blitz’s tail wound itself around his ankle softly, as if anchoring himself. Pulling away slowly, Stolas took in the sight before him.

Blitz. His lover. His best friend. His husband. Adoring and strong and stubborn and caring, on his way to giving over the reins, so to speak. The beginnings of that glassy sheen over his eyes is a telling sign that it won’t take much longer for him to let go. He peeked at Cyrus, making sure this was all still okay, knowing this was a fairly unorthodox situation for a professional shoot. Getting a thumbs up from him was all the permission he needed.

‘A little more, Darling. Just a little more.’

Stolas reached behind himself, pulling the bowl of whipped cream beside himself and gathering a scoop onto his finger. “Ahh, dearest. Time for something sweet~” Those precious lips parted once more and wrapped around his finger, suckling softly until all of the cream was gone. The hummed softly, the suction sending rolling flashes of heat between his own legs.

“That’s it~ Very good, Love,” he cooed, reaching back to grab the fruit bowl as well and scoop some cream up with a strawberry. Held up to the imps lips again, it took no prompting at all for him to take a bite with a whimper. They continued for a bit, the owl feeding sweet fruit to them both and the imp running his claws through the feathers on Stolas’s thighs until the fruit was gone.

“All done, Dearest. You’re doing so well for me~ Letting me take care of you.” He leaned in for another kiss, chasing the sweetness on Blitz’s tongue until he couldn’t tell the difference between the two of them.

Ending the kiss felt more difficult than before, but he had one more thing he wanted to do before moving on once more.

“Blitzy, I’m going to sit in the chair for the remainder of the photos.” A small whine ripped from the imp’s throat, but Stolas pressed their foreheads together gently. “Shhhh, Precious. It’s just for this last bit of photos. I’m still right here. And if you behave for me, I’ll make sure to make it up to you.”

Blitz sighed shakily, reaching up with his free hand to cup Stolas’s cheek. “Don’t…Can…” he took a deep breath, eyes clearing a smidge with vulnerable clarity. “Stay close. Please.”

Cooing, Stolas kissed him again before pulling away. “Always.”

The prince stood up slowly, running a hand over Blitz’s horns as he made his way to the other chair at the small table. A crew member helped him settle down and touched up his makeup before clearing the food from the table to replace with a fresh coffee for Blitz and a tea for Stolas.

Photos resumed, but Stolas could see a tightness around Blitz’s eyes that he wasn’t fond of as he held his tea cup. Too far to reach out with his hands without it looking awkward, he reached a talloned foot out to graze along his thigh. That touch alone seemed to help, as the tightness lessened and a soothing smile graced his lips.

That’s much better. He continued to run his foot along Blitz’s calf, slowly but surely making his way higher. Every breath and twitch was noted as he moved higher.

A quiet chuckle as he moved over the knee.

Deeper breaths while resting on his thigh.

A deep groan as he pressed once more against his slit through the slacks.

While there had been plenty of time to relax between their teasing from the fireplace, it was fairly obvious that the stop and go nature of the day had left the imp sensitive. A few grinds of his foot on Blitz’s crotch was enough to push him towards shaking stimulation. Stolas could feel the shape of his cock as it filled out, the bulge making it easier to tease. To pleasure.

Blitz leaned back in his chair, legs spreading wider to give his husband more space to work, and Stolas would be double damned if he were to disappoint. Rolling hips met flexing talons luxuriously, no rush to their movements as Stolas paced them out, pulling back if Blitz sped up and rubbing harder when he fell back into place.

The clicking of the cameras, the hushed voices of the crew, the presence of all others fell away as the prince pleasured his husband. All that mattered was making sure his love was taken care of.

It felt like a millenia had passed in no time at all before Stolas felt the telling pulses of Blitz’s impending climax. Hushed grunts and hooded eyes, jerky thrusts and a death grip on the mug of now watered down coffee. The length beneath his foot growing harder and the beginnings of his knot expanding lewdly. Just a bit more…

He pulled away.

He pulled away.

“F-Fuck!” Stolas watched as Blitz doubled over, pressing his head against the table as he bodily shook through the need to cum. It looked mean, it felt mean, but he knew what his husband needed. He needed to let go completely. To have someone take control for just long enough so he wouldn’t have to think. And to push him into a state of complacency, he needed to be a little mean. That being said…

“Color, Darling?” Blitz breathed shakily against the table, hands having abandoned the mug and gripping the table instead.

“Blitzy.” He finally looked up at the owl, it taking a few seconds more than normal for him to focus. Stolas asked again. “Color?”

The question held more weight than before. While this wasn’t the wildest scene they’ve done, (this probably didn’t even make their top 20), it was few and far between where Blitz was the one in this position. The one to be pulled apart. And in front of a crowd, no less. This was a loaded question with perhaps the easiest and hardest answer.

Would Blitz pull away? They hadn’t exactly talked about this. And while they were surrounded by probably the best possible group of people who wouldn’t judge them, judge him , for his vulnerability, this was enough that Stolas wouldn’t blame him if he needed to slow down or back out entirely.

“...Green, Birdy.”

Or this absolutely perfect man could defy his expectations once again.

Standing on slightly shaky legs of his own, Stolas rounded the table to kneel before the imp, pulling him into a hug and growling under his breath for only them to hear. 

“You stunning man. My gorgeous husband. By the end of the night, I’ll make sure you are broken down and put together again in the most splendid ways. You. Are. Mine. ”

Claws clutched at the back of his dress, no doubt damaging the lace, but he couldn’t care less as he held the love of his life until the shaking subsided. Until his breathing evened out. A quick dance of fingertips across the front of black slacks revealed that his cock hadn’t retracted, but the edge of oblivion had receded, leaving what could only be the persistent heat that several hours of teasing left behind.

A metal finger tapped on Stolas’s shoulder, bringing his attention back to the room at large. Fizzarolli stood by them with Ozzie not far behind.

“We’ve gotta get you changed for the final set. Ozzie’ll stay with Blitz while we get you both ready. You good to let him go, or do you need a minute?”

Was he ready to let go? This all got much more intense than he’d been prepared for, and adding all the hormones associated with carrying an egg was making him even more protective of those he considered his. But Fizz and Ozzie were his too. They could be trusted to keep them both while they separated for the short time it would take to get changed.

“I…yes, sorry yes. I am alright with that.” He turned back to the imp in his arms. “Darling, Asmodeus is going to take care of you for a bit. I will return as soon as I can. Do you understand?”

Feeling more than hearing how Blitz took a deep breath, it didn’t take more than a moment for him to nod. “Alright. Yep, just gonna go with Ozzie. I’ll be good.”

Nobody could blame him if he took the extra second to run gentle claws over Blitz’s spines, a familiar motion when they needed to slow down before they were led back to their dressing rooms for the final change of the day.

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This final outfit change felt as if it dragged on forever, taking much too long for them to get him into the last set and make-up touched up one more time for video quality takes.

There appeared to be even more movement in the studio as Fizzarolli led him back into the studio space proper. The first two sets had been effectively dismantled, their purpose for the day complete, while the bulk of the crew were busy with the bedroom setting. Lights and boom mics and video cameras were checked and prepped and checked again while Giani spoke to Ozzie by the director’s chair.

And sitting back on the bed with another imp wiping the excess of some sort of oil off his chest before wandering off set sat Blitz. The scarred imp was bare-chested, wearing a simple but evidently high quality pair of black boxer briefs that were so tight, they looked painted on. He appeared to have settled in their time apart, his cock having retracted if the lack of bulge was anything to go off of, but there was a certain jitteriness to his movements. Tail lashing on the bed sheet. Hands clenched in his lap. Eyes unfocused and yet seemingly searching around the room.

‘That’s right. This one is meant to be a video for the commercial. Would Blitz still feel comfortable with continuing as we are now? Perhaps I should ask for a reprieve. Claim nausea or the like.’

He was about to ask Fizz for some time to wind down when Blitz focused onto him. And like that, the previous jitters were gone, leaving behind a light in the imps eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, one that Stolas couldn’t help but return.

Fizz led him to the bed, pressing a quick kiss to them both and stretching to drape himself over Ozzie’s shoulders, leaving the two of them alone. Or, as alone as they could be in the moment.

Blitz reached out for Stolas’s hand, pressing his face against his palm with a precious little chirrup.

“How are you feeling, Blitzy? Are you okay to continue? Say the word and I’m prepared to get us home, video be damned.” Blitz chuckled, eyeing him from his spot in bed.

“Weren’t you the one saying they wouldn’t have much chance to do this before Eggy comes out?” He pressed a kiss against Stolas’s wrist. “I’m okay, Stols. Promise. Just…kinda floaty? I don’t know, it’s really hard to focus on anything outside of you.”

No matter how much time passed. No matter how many experiences they had. Somehow, this magnificent man always knew what to say to make the prince fall deeper in love with him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think this kind of feeling was a trick, but how could this be anything but entirely genuine with his precious person.

“I just want to ensure that you’re alright.” He leaned down and nuzzled between Blitz’s horns. “And to check on how far you’d like me to go.”

The imp pulled back to look at him in confusion. “Whatcha mean?”

“Do you want me to pick up where we left off?” Stolas sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to ruffle the sheets too much. “You said it yourself. You’re feeling floaty right now. And I am more than happy to take care of you fully, but this is certainly a different venue than where our normal dalliances take place.”

“Mmm…” Blitz looked pensive. He didn’t seem to have really taken that into account, if the sudden nervous look on his face was to be believed.

“You know…if you had asked me that this morning, I don’t think I would’ve been okay with it. Fucking around, sure. But you’re right, this isn’t our MO when you take charge.” Stolas was about to apologize for taking liberties without properly discussing it first when Blitz held up his hand, holding off the stream of words.

“ But …I kinda liked this. All of this. I felt…weirdly safe? To let go with you in charge and Fizz and Ozzie watching. Honestly, even being in front of all these people doesn’t faze me all that much. ‘Cause…” He took a steadying breath.

“This whole time…all I could focus on was you.”

Blinking back tears as his adoration threatened to overwhelm him, Stolas was going to say his piece when Giani called out, cutting off their moment.

“Alright everyone! I know today has been long, but it’s the final stretch. Let’s make it a good one and we can all head out soon.” She came over to the bed, helping Stolas up and off to the faux entrance meant to be his starting point.

“Now, I know you’ve been the one primarily moving around today and you both have had quite the experience, but I do ask that we get the bulk of the recording done before you move onto taking care of Mr. Buckzo.”

Stolas made to apologize to her as well, not having taken into account how all of this appeared to the crew at large. It was one thing for them to have no problem with it, lack of initial conversation notwithstanding, but to inadvertently include others? That is the poorest of forms, regardless of professionalism.

“Oh my stars, I am so sorry! We didn’t– I never meant to make anyone uncomfortable.” Giani laughed happily.

“No no, Your Highness! No offense taken at all! We’re more than used to these kinds of things happening during shoots. So much so that this kind of contingency is included in our contracts and NDAs. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Besides,” she leaned in with a grin, “You two don’t realize just how hot today has been. Truly, if you ever find yourself looking for some steady side work, I’d highly recommend that you both look into porn or cam work. I’m sure his Highness would be more than happy to help there.”

Stolas could just feel how flushed his face had become and couldn’t help but fluff up in equal parts flattery and embarrassment.

“H-how kind of you to think so, Ms. Giani, but I believe this is more than enough excitement for now.”

She shrugged good-naturedly. “That’s okay too. But circling back, I just meant that we do not mind at all that you take care of your consort, but we’d like to get the bulk of the recording done so we can get people home on time. The studio space was rented out for the day, so if you two in particular run long, it’s no issue. But that way my team can get started on packing up and you all can enjoy yourselves.”

Stolas hooted softly. “I am more than amenable to that. So, what would you like for us to do?”

Running through the recording points and requirements, and answering any follow up questions Stolas had regarding their roles since Blitz had already had this conversation earlier, went by fairly quickly. And with final checks complete, they were ready to begin.

There weren't any speaking parts for either Blitz or Stolas, since the commercial would feature a voice over of Asmodeus in the final footage, which was to be recorded at a later date. Stolas, as the one they were mainly showcasing for the lingerie, was to be the focus of most of the shots. The scene would start with Stolas walking through the doorway into the “room” proper, with Blitz already in the bed, ready and waiting. Stolas would drop his robe, exposing the teal baby doll as he climbed onto the mattress from the foot of the bed. There would be some predetermined poses, some kissing, and close up shots of them both. From there, the camera would pan out and they could wrap.

They were going to be running multiple cameras from several angles to hopefully get all the footage they needed in one go, aware not only of the time, but that this kind of work could be largely uncomfortable this far along in pregnancy, Goetia or not.

“Everyone in your places!”

“Camera 1 ready.”

“Camera 2 ready.”

“Cameras 3 and 4 ready.”

“Booms set.”

“Steady. Marker! Aaaaand, Action!”

Stolas made his way through the doorway into the bedroom set. Having been swept up in the director’s notes and guidance after speaking with Blitz, he hadn’t had a chance to look around the room. Many parts looked familiar, having been modeled around some of the higher end hotels in Lust’s capital as well as Asmodeus’ own quarters in his tower.

Purples and blues dominated the space with red, gold, and green accents. There were pillows and flowing curtains galore with minimal, but elegant furniture to simulate a real bedroom, nightstands, vanity, and wardrobe included. But the pièce de résistance was the bed. It was massive, big enough to fit the King of Lust himself and covered in deep purple sheets which had undoubtedly an insanely high thread count. It was the epitome of elegance and luxury.

‘I can’t wait to join you, Blitzy. By the time I’m done, the only thing on your mind will be me and what I can do to you.’

He sauntered across the room, eyeing the imp lounging like a king on his throne, a cocky smile stretched across his lips. Any other night, that smile would be enough to send Stolas into a submissive tailspin, ready to be commanded and taken apart by the imp who held his heart. But tonight, they both knew who was really in control.

The prince stopped before the foot of the bed, gaze sultry and seductive as he untied his robe and let it fall to the ground, exposing the final lingerie piece of the night. A beautiful lace baby doll in a dark shade of magenta, trimmed in ruffles and open along the front, and paired with a matching set of panties. This one showed off his belly and feathers entirely, the main point of this piece being that one doesn’t need to be covered to be sexy. The life growing inside was the ultimate act of lust, a culmination of what the sin feeds into. Not something to hide, but to celebrate. To flaunt.

Stolas was ready to flaunt it to anyone who cared to see. He was carrying a precious baby made by him and his husband, and the whole of hell would know exactly what they’ve done. He ran his hands through his head feathers and along his neck down into his chest feathers, fondling himself like one would with breasts. He made sure Blitz was watching him, eyes locked on his hands before sliding them down to hold his bump.

The egg had firmed up recently, a sign that he was to lay soon. But with how thin he normally was, any amount of growth looked drastic on him. A fact that Blitz had loved as he grew and began to show. The imp simply couldn’t get enough of knowing that this was his doing, and Stolas knew exactly how to play into that. “Room for two more, Darling?”

Blitz’s hands clenched into the sheets, knowing that he wasn’t to move from his current spot because of the cameras, but he couldn’t help but nod breathlessly. “ Please.”

Stolas carefully climbed up onto the bed, fanning out his tail feathers as he crawled towards the awestruck imp. Careful not to block any of the camera’s views, the owl rested his hands on his lover’s knees, pushing them apart slowly to make more room for himself. Claws trailed up scar mottled thighs to thin hips. This close, he could see how even just this slightest of touches excited Blitz, enough damp heat gathering once more between his legs that Stolas could see it.

Leaving one hand on the imp’s hip, Stolas dragged the other up oiled abs, tracing them slowly. He always loved Blitz’s body. Toned from years in the circus and then years of physically demanding jobs. Lithe, yet muscled. Athletic and sturdy.

Delicious and his to enjoy.

The owl leaned in close, letting their breath mingle in anticipation of a sweet kiss. But he didn't push in yet. Not yet. He wanted to make sure Blitz wanted it. Really wanted it. Bypassing those enticing lips, he trailed his beak over Blitz’s scarred cheek, teasing him with ghosts of what he wanted most. Across his cheek and down to his neck, finally, he nipped the sensitive skin.

Blitz groaned, leaning his head back against the headboard, giving Stolas the space he needed to do what he liked. Another nip followed by the drag of a long tongue over the darkening skin.

“Good boy~ You know exactly what’s expected of you.” A dark grin stretched across Stolas’s face. Seeing his lover so pliant before him was intoxicating. He laid a mix of kisses and bites across the white on his skin, leaving his marks in their wake.

And with one particularly hard bite, Stolas shifted the hand he had on Blitz’s hip to directly over his slit, grinding his palm down, Blitz crying out in pleasured surprise.

“H-hah! S-Stols!” The prince shushed him softly, rubbing along the rapidly soaking entrance of his husband’s hole.

“Not yet. I’m not done with you yet.” Unable to help himself any more, he pushed into a deep kiss, leading the imp into a filthy dance of tongues and lips and sharp nips of his beak. The imp moaned into the kiss, following along and rolling his hips up against fingers that knew exactly where to touch him. The prince wouldn’t dare leave his consort unsatisfied.

It took no time at all for Stolas to get his husband practically writhing beneath him, the thin layer of cloth soaked through with the slick of the imp’s arousal, but no sign of that glorious cock just yet. That wouldn’t do. He would just need to keep going farther. Careful not to rip through the fabric, Stolas slid his hand under the waistband of Blitz’s underwear, fingers honing back in directly on the slick hole he’d been teasing all day.

“FFFFFuuuuuck, Blitzy. You’re so wet for me. I could just…” He slid two fingers inside, knowing from their previous romps that Blitz enjoyed the stretch of being filled. And this time was no different, the imp moaning and clenching down on the probing digits.

The imp was helpless to do anything other than moan and hold on for dear life as the owl curled his fingers to trace along the rapidly hardening shaft of his cock, still sheathed within, but not for much longer if he keeps this up.

Stolas hummed softly, thrusting his fingers languidly, making sure they dragged along his husband’s cock, paying special attention to the tip much like one would a g-spot.

“Now now, dearest. Keep it inside a bit longer. As much as I’m willing to share parts of you right now, this,” he rubbed against where he knew Blitz’s knot hid at the base of his shaft, much to the imp’s groaning delight, “is for me alone tonight.”

Blitz nodded, eyes unfocused from the sheer amount of arousal and pleasure running through his veins. “Anything. Any- hah! A-anything you want!” The sight was enough to make the owl trill in delight of his own. 

“The only thing I want from you right now,” Stolas tilted Blitz’s head up to look directly into his eyes, “is your obedience. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” he whispered reverently. A third finger pressed into the imp’s slit.

“‘Yes’ who?”

“Yes, my Prince”

“Perfect, my love.”

A sharp click had Stolas curling over Blitz bodily, trying to hide him from sight as his head twisted back to look out at the room. Right. Fuck, that’s right. The commercial. The cameras. The crew .

Suddenly, there were too many people around for Stolas’s liking, a fact he made clear with a hissing screech. He locked eyes with Asmodeus and he smiled with what looked like understanding. He made a motion to the crew and they began to pack up quickly and quietly. The sin looked back at the prince and nodded.

‘ Keeping us safe. Thank you, Ozzie.’ He couldn’t help but wait until every demon outside of Ozzie and Fizz had left the studio space. Only once the last exited and the door shut behind them could the owl prince relax again.

“My apologies. That hit me rather by surprise.” His cheeks flushed in embarrassment over the temporary loss of control. The rooster laughed.

“You don’t gotta apologize, Birdy Babe. Been around long enough to know how to handle and how not to mess with a gravid Goetia safely. But I think there’s someone who needs your attention more than us.”

The prince turned back to the trembling imp. He hadn’t said a word the whole time through Stolas’s bout of territorial nonsense, but it was obvious he was hanging on by a thread. His hips hadn’t stopped their rolls, effectively fucking himself on the fingers Stolas kept inside him. A brief curl was enough to rip another cry from his throat as the owl felt that his love couldn’t possibly hold back from letting his cock evert much longer.

“My Darling~” The prince bent over the imp, a comforting coverage of feathers and heat. “You can let go.”

With his permission finally granted, Stolas watched as Blitz arched back, voice raised in a glorious one man symphony of lust as he allowed himself to pursue the edge again. Still inside of his lover, the owl could feel the throb and pulse as the imp’s cock finally slid from its sheath, gliding against Stolas’s wrist, solid and hot and soaked with the slick practically dripping from his hole.

He leaned into, covering those parted lips in a smouldering kiss, tasting each moan and whimper from the one he called his own. The kiss lingered as fingers pushed and stroked within, maddeningly slow in the owl’s claim to build him back up to that precipice without a single touch to his cock. Addiction was a hell of an ailment most of the time, but when the drug sounds just so pretty when falling apart, the prince would fall into this vice happily every time.

Each curl and press of those dangerous digits was bringing the imp to a new high. They didn’t focus much on this part for him because it wasn’t as sensitive as his cock, especially once it was fully erect and unsheathed. But Stolas was willing to put in the effort and get them there, knowing an internal orgasm would be the perfect start to this game of theirs.

And he felt the way Blitz’s body agreed. Tight silk around his talons, soaking his palm as that primordial song of lust blessed the room. The imp’s tail wrapped tightly around the owl’s waist, as much of an anchor as it was a tether. A reminder that he was here, and that he was his.

They’d never make it up in the clouds to Lucifer’s heavenly birth place, but fuck if this didn’t feel close enough.

Using his unoccupied hand, Stolas ripped the fabric of Blitz’s underwear, pulling the now scrapped pieces off and away to expose him for his eyes. The sight is just as intoxicating as ever. Flushed skin, spread thighs, hard cock bobbing up to his stomach, and hole stuffed full and leaking with no end in sight. And with a rubbled groan of his own, the owl wasted no time leaning down to press his tongue alongside those fingers, the musky taste of his love familiar and all encompassing. He wanted more.

Stolas flexed his tongue to gather the slick as best he could. His beak didn’t allow for him to press as far as he’d like, not with the already mildly uncomfortable weight of his belly as he held himself up so as not to lay directly on his front, but he’d been told he’s a natural with his mouth. And with how many times Blitz had been denied his release today, this wouldn’t take very long.

Tongue thrusting in counterpoint to his fingers, the prince feasted on his lover’s essence with an enthusiasm reserved for his partners. Blitz’s hands fisted his head feathers as the crest threatened to engulf the imp, but the owl didn’t back away. If anything, he sped up his ministrations, needing to feel him cum. Pushing forward to press his mouth as best he could against Blitz’s pussy, trilling against his lover’s entrance, the vibrations were enough to send Blitz perfectly into a full body climax, walls clenching and slick pulsing out for the owl to swallow.

They rode the waves together until Blitz lay back flat on the bed, hands smoothing over ruffled feathers as he twitched sporadically, catching his breath from the internal orgasm gifted to him. Stolas moaned softly, pulling out his fingers slowly so as not to hurt his lover, but remained pressed against his entrance, taking his time to lick up every drop of slick from the source.

The owl took his time, pressing soothing kisses against heated skin between teasing twists of his tongue back within his love. Gripping hips in place to keep him from shifting away, Stolas worked the imp back up slowly, the gentle rise of a tide rather than the rush of a tsunami. He glanced up to look at Blitz’s face, meeting half lidded eyes that gazed back in an adoration hard fought for. He moaned, doubling down to bring the imp back to the starbursts. Tongue twisting and sliding and pressing. There. There. Right there…

Blitz gripped his head feathers again, curled up and over Stolas’s head and pulling the owl’s face flush against himself as he rode out another orgasm, holding him there as inner walls clenched tight. Stolas could happily stay right there for all eternity if it meant bringing him this bliss over and over again. But it couldn’t last forever.

Watching Blitz finally come down, Stolas cleaned up the mess between his thighs, making sure to leave the imp’s still hard cock well enough alone for now. One of the benefits of an internal orgasm for male imps was that it didn’t affect erections when everted. The evolutionary reason was most likely to ensure successful breeding, but the more modern benefit was insane endurance and multiple avenues for sexual pursuits.

Stolas sat back onto his knees, leaning in to briefly kiss the still breathless imp, sharing the taste of himself. “Color, Dear?”

“Green, my Prince.” Blitz eyed him hazily, trailing over his still clothed body and seemingly seeing something to focus on. He moved from his spot against the pillows to sit behind the prince, pressing firm, skilled fingers into the small of Stolas’s back. The owl groaned appreciatively. The position he held to eat out the imp wouldn’t have normally been so strenuous, but the added weight of the egg meant his back was sore beyond belief now that he had sat back. His husband must have noticed the tension and spent some minutes rubbing the knots out of his back before he led the owl into his previous spot against the headboard.

“My precious boy. You’ve been taking such good care of me.” Stolas leaned back into the mountain of pillows they had set up behind him and spread his legs, the panties hiding what his love so clearly and desperately wanted to see.

“Come here, Blitz.” It took little else to have him crawling forward to settle between his owl’s knees.

Stolas watched as Blitz’s tongue flicked out to scent the air, a groan ripped from his throat as what could only be the dense taste of sex and slick from them both graced his senses.

“What is it that you want, my dear?” the owl whispered, cupping Blitz’s check gently. He leaned into the touch, his scarred hand coming to cover talons that had brought him so much joy.

“Want you. Want anything you want to give me.” Stolas fluffed up, a shiver of arousal running up his spine.

“That is a very dangerous thing to offer me right now, Darling. Are you sure?”

The imp smiled, the need to please clear on his face. The imp’s tail swayed in obvious delight at the idea of Stolas taking them further. “With you? Always.”

“Very well. Remind me of just what your tongue can do~” It barely took any force at all to push the imp down his body to the crux of his thighs. The dark magenta panties had turned even darker with Stolas’s own slick. Despite how much he pushed aside his own needs until thus far, it didn’t stop his body from reacting as if everything he’d done to the imp was being done to himself.

He was desperate for some attention of his own.

Blitz knelt down, bright eyes glowing as his tail lashed behind him playfully. The prince watched as he leaned in and dragged his tongue up the fabric covering his cloaca. Watched as the imp groaned helplessly before pulling the fabric to the side and diving in with the enthusiasm of a drowning man at his own personal oasis.

It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this, every slide of slick warmth from Blitz’s tongue felt like bliss. At times the pleasure and heat flowing through him felt frantic, moments stolen between meetings and obligations. Others felt like passion, like separating would be the end of them.

This was worship.

*Art by Mars: @stolasinthesky on twitter and bluesky

Stolas moaned, grabbing Blitz’s horns and pulling him flush against his pelvis. Hours of teasing. Hours of pushing his lover to the edge. Hours of watching that gorgeous man slip farther into a space they carved out for them to indulge without restraint or judgement. All of it culminated to this moment, with his husband’s face in his rightful place between plush thighs and his tongue deep within his walls.

For all that an imp’s tongue lacked in girth, they more than made up for in flexibility. And Blitz had more than enough practice in bringing Stolas to the brink in seconds with his alone. Fuck if that tongue wasn’t driving him insane.

Years of enthusiastic romps and tender rolls and ferocious fucks meant that Blitz could work him better than that pistol of his. He knew every inch of Stolas’s sex front to back, knowing just how and where and how much pressure and how fast to go to twist the prince to his most perfect end every time.

It was blissful death and revival in the span of seconds as Stolas rolled his hips up against pliant lips and sharp teeth. “Just like that! Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” It was that damned purr that sent him over, thighs clenching tight around his lover’s head and slick walls clamped down on that talented tongue.

And Blitz didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He worked his own brand of magic on Stolas’s cloaca as he sucked and licked and purred and thrust deep into him, frantic and persistent in the pursuit to wring as many orgasms out of the owl until he was told to stop.

It wasn’t until the third consecutive orgasm did Stolas pull the imp away, thighs shaking and chest heaving as he came down from blissful completion. The owl absentmindedly stroked along Blitz’s horns, the imp purring loudly as he pressed kisses to the swell of Stolas’s bump and nuzzled against the feathers.

“So sweet, my dearest~ You’ve been so good this whole session, haven't you? Listening to direction and taking only what you’ve been given.” Stolas traced sharp talons gently around the spines between Blitzø’s shoulders, reveling in the shivers they caused.

”Such obedience deserves a reward,” he says breathily, nudging the imp up until he was draped over the owl’s belly, keeping the bulk of his weight off, but settling their pelvises together when he realized what the owl wanted. All it took was a quick nod for Blitz to start moving.

That first press of Blitz’s hard length rutting against his own slick entrance was enough to pull a deep moan from them both, the sensation both a shot of relief and endlessly frustrating through the remaining layer of clothing still separating them, as thin and wet as it may be. It led into more movement, more pleasure as they frotted against one another.

“Th-that’s it, Darling~ Just like that. Show me how skilled those hips are~”

The prince watched as each line of praise sank deeper into Blitz’s mind, encouraging him to continue rutting forward as he gripped Stolas’s hips and set a firm grind between them both. Even with the final barrier between them, it was obvious how much their earlier actions had gotten to them both. Orgasms notwithstanding, they needed more. The imp had alternated between pressing the length of his cock along Slotas’s entrance and grinding their holes together, sending the owl closer to insanity.

But that wasn’t the point. Not yet. He wanted to take this slow. Get them both riled up and desperate for what comes next.

“There it is. You’re doing fantastic, my love.” Stolas folded as much as he could to press his forehead against Blitz’s, the two rocking steadily. “I can feel how hard you are. How I crave the feeling of your thick cock inside my aching hole.”

Blitz’s hips twitched, the praise making him whine as his cock throbbed along the bottom curve of Stolas’s stomach. The prince moaned in kind, reaching around to play with Blitz’ spines. “Keep grinding just like that!”

Stolas’s lace and satin did little to hinder the slide between them. Blitz had settled into simply grinding their pussies together, both demons moaning and grunting as they creeped closer to climax. For all that they were both craving another orgasm, it didn’t feel rushed. They were enjoying being so close, the presence of the other after the day’s earlier professionalism. This was wholly for them.

“H-haaaaaah! F-fucking hell!” It was Blitz who ended up cumming first, claws digging into Stolas’s hips as he ground down hard against Stolas’s cloaca, the slick adding an absolutely filthy melody for their harmony.

Surprisingly, Stolas held back, merely watching as his husband shook through his third climax of the night. Normally, this would be around the time the imp would tap out, needing some time to come down and relax before attempting to go again. And though the owl couldn’t see it over the swell of his bump, he could feel how flitz’s cock hadn’t flagged, still unsheathed and rigid.

“D-darling, can you continue? Or do you need a moment?” Blitz answered with a whine, mindlessing rutting against Stolas’s stomach with overstimulated hitches in his breath.

“Blitz?” The imp shook, shaking his head, but the tears pooling in his eyes were enough to slow the owl down to a halt.

“Creation!” His husband’s eyes shot open, looking much like an Earth dear in headlights as all movement stopped. The owl sat up completely, pulling the imp into a hug as best he could, pressing the man’s face into his chest feathers as he ran soothing fingers up and down his spine.

“Breathe, Darling. Your name is Blitz Buckzo. We have been together for six years and married for two. Asmodeus officiated. Fizzarolli was your best man and Verosika was my Maid of Honor. We’re in a studio in Lust, doing a scene with Ozzie and Fizz in the room. You’re in my arms and I will. Not. Let. Go.” This was something they'd agreed to do if one was too stimulated to continue or provide a response to a check in. Sex was brought to a full stop and replaced with gentle contact and a reminder of facts to bring them back to the present, mindless babble to fill the silence while they gathered themselves to either continue or call it a night.

Stolas rocked them slowly and ran through a list of constellations until the trembling stopped and Blitz took more steady breaths. He glanced down at the man, tilting his head up to make eye contact, but keeping him close. “Are you alright?”

Blitz sighed and nodded. “Yeah…yeah, I’m good now.” He arched his back into a stretch before setting back into Stolas’s chest. “That last one caught me off guard and felt too big. You know I’m not used to so much attention to my puss. It got to me more than I thought it would. Sorry.”

Stolas shook his head softly. “You don’t need to apologize, my love. I’m sorry I didn’t catch it sooner.”

“Nah, that wasn’t on you. I didn't even feel it coming ‘til it happened.” He pressed a kiss against the owl’s chest over his heart. “Thank you, though.”

“Of course~ You know I’d do just about anything for you, and this is no exception.” The owl laid them down on their sides, resting as the imp ran his claws through his feathers, correcting some of the more twisted ones under the fabric of his dress.

They lay there for several minutes, just breathing the other in until Stolas felt his lover’s hand trail down his back to the base of his tail feathers, pulling just enough to make him gasp in the unexpected shot of pleasure. “B-Blitzy, are you sure?”

He felt more than saw how Blitz nodded. “You didn’t get to finish. I want to make you cum,” the imp looked up with a sly smile, “My Prince~”

Feathers fluffed once more as Stolas clenched his thighs, the heat of their past moment simmering under his skin. It truly wouldn’t take much to get him back up to where they were, but he didn’t want to risk sending Blitz into another attack.

Thinking for a moment, Stolas pushed Blitz onto his back, crawling into his lap and sipping the sides of his panties so he could pull them off completely. He took a deep breath himself, letting his prior mindset settle back into place. He was the Prince meant to take care of his Consort, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

“Very well, Darling, we’ll continue.  But, we continue under my conditions.” Blitz’s eyes dilated as he nodded eagerly.

“You will answer any check ins verbally. The moment you do is the moment we are done for the night, climax be damned. Is that clear?”

Blitz cupped his hands around the swell of Stolas’s bump, stroking softly. “Yes, My Prince.”

Stolas trilled proudly. He was able to care for his husband and comfort him in his moment of need well enough that he wanted to continue instead of ending the night. That same husband was looking up at him like he hung the very stars in the sky while stroking the evidence of their devotion.

He’ll make sure this goes perfectly. For him.

The Prince rested his hands over his Consort’s, rubbing the slick lips of his cloaca along the length of cock still out of its sheath. While their previous reprieve had it flagging in hardness, the owl was able to bring it back with little effort. After all, he wasn’t the only one unable to finish correctly this last round. For all they’ve cum tonight, he had yet to give his lover’s length the attention it deserved.

However, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take this particular position for too long. His back and knees couldn’t handle it for long periods of time, but that won’t stop him from trying. The ache deep in his cloaca helped him focus on the best ways to go about this most effectively. The Prince knew that one of Blitz’s turn-ons was seeing Stolas take his pleasure from him. Something about it being hot that he knew what he wanted and was willing to demand it with reckless abandon.

His current distraction made it even more surprising when he felt the gentle, but work-rough claws wrap around the base of his tail feathers again and pull . 

“O-oh FUCK! Blitz, if you don’t get inside me right now, I swear you won’t be finishing at all tonight!”

It shouldn’t have surprised him how quickly his lover was to comply, but even all the preparation in the world couldn’t temper the stretch of finally being lowered onto Blitz’s throbbing length, cock curving to drag firmly against that glorious spot along the front of his cloaca.

Damned be the beings that gifted imps with prehensile genitals.

“FUCK! Haaaaaah!” Stolas grabbed Blitz’s shoulders, equally wanting to feel his lover beneath his hands and also to take some of the pressure off of his back. He kept them still, adjusting to the stretch of walls around that fucking glorious length of heat and lust filling him entirely. He couldn’t get enough.

Perhaps sooner than strictly necessary, Stolas dragged his hips up and let gravity drop him back down with a moan. He fell into a rhythm: Clench. Up. Down. Grind. Circle. Clench. Up. Repeat.

This way always made the best use of their individual anatomy. The tip of Blitz’s cock acted a bit like a suction cup, meant to attach to his lover’s deepest spots when knotted together. Paired with a mild prehensility to allow him to hit the sweet spot everytime. Having a single hole himself made everything particularly sensitive and any amount of additional pressure was bliss.

The Prince used this to his advantage as he bounced on his Consort’s cock to his content. But it wasn’t enough. His knees were getting tired of the strain and this position wasn’t going as deep as he’d like. The imp must have noticed something in the look on his face, as he looked uneasy for a moment.

“I-is it good? Stols, am I doing good?” It was obvious that without their normal dynamic, Blitz was floundering a bit in his position of simply taking what is given to him. And Stolas was never one to be needlessly cruel.

Pulling one of those red-white hands down over his hip, Stolas pressed both their fingers against where they connected, guiding him to tease the owl’s lower lips and trace the base of the imp’s cock.

“Dearest, can’t you feel that? You’re filling me to the brim. I’m slick from your tongue and teasing. I could stay just like this until there’s nothing but a puddle of cum beneath us. But I don’t want that, not tonight.”

He pulled their hands up to his mouth, licking up the mess before he nipped at red fingertips, pulling a whimper from his lover’s mouth and feeling the telltale throbbing within.

“Tonight, I want you to follow my lead.” Clenching around the turgid length within.

“I want you to make me cum until I’m dizzy.” Grinding down until he felt the tip against his sweet spot.

“I want to edge you until the only thing you can say is my name.” Scratching lines down his chest.

“And when you’re finally on the brink of losing your mind…” Bouncing faster, the headboard slamming against the wall.

“I want you to knot me and flood my cunt with every drop of your hot seed until I’m dripping your essence for the next few days. ”

“F-uck! Prince! Stols! I’m g-gonna– P-palomino!”

Hearing one of their established safe words brought Stolas back from the fog of his climax with a gasp. He pulled up off of Blitz’s cock and sat back onto his thighs, not touching his more sensitive spots, but using his own weight as a grounding source. Leaning down to look at his lover, the Prince fussed quietly.

“Blitzy, are you okay? Was that too much?”

“I…I just need a minute. I got too close.”

Stolas laughed breathlessly. “Is that all? Darling, the point is to make you cum.”

Blitz chuckled in return, running hands over his hand. “Not like this though!”

Stolas hummed softly, pulling the imp’s hands away from his face to look at him properly. “And how exactly would you like to cum?” He watched as the imp blushed, floundering a bit at having to articulate what he wanted. “Remember, my precious Consort. Verbal answers.”

“Me on top! I just…I want to look at you while we cum knowing I’m the one that got us there…”

The owl hummed softly before nodding, using his grip on Blitz’s hips and hands to carefully roll them over so that he lay on his back with the imp between his legs. “Then what are you waiting for, Love? Take me. ”

It was always a stroke to the ego getting to watch Blitz’s eyes dilate in uncontrolled lust, especially knowing he was the one to do it. The added benefit being that Stolas got to reap the fruits of their labour as the imp rested the owl’s legs over his shoulders and rubbed the tip of his cock over his entrance before shoving in with a single thrust.

Perfection.

“There! Fuck!” Stolas leaned back into the pillows while Blitz started up a steady rhythm, not necessarily thrusting fast, but hard and deep , the imp obviously flexing his cock to drag deliciously across the owl’s most sensitive spots. “Blitzy, keep going!”

Blitz looked like he does with the promise of a particularly gruesome hit on the roster: laser focused and an all-encompassing presence on a warpath to get the job done. The slap of their hips was lewd with the amount of slick between them, an audible reminder of their time as his Consort fucked him.

It was maddening, being unable to bend the way he liked to better touch his lover, their size difference already cumbersome without the added challenge of the egg. But now? Stolas simply had to get creative.

Every time the imp would push in, the owl would cry out his pleasure. Every pull out was met with the tight clenching of his inner walls to best encourage his love to thrust in again, repeating the cycle for several minutes until an opportune flex of the imp’s cock against his deepest parts pushed the owl over the edge.

Instead of continuing though, Blitz held the base of his dick and pulled out, looking like he was fighting not to pop his knot right then and there.

“What are you doing?!” Stolas made to reach for the imp, intent on pulling him back inside to finish what they started when Blitz caught his hands. He used the leverage to pull Stolas up and help move him onto his hands and knees.

“Not close enough. Need to feel you. Please. My Prince. Can I take you like this?” He felt as his lover grabbed his hip with one hand, the other holding the base of his tail feathers and holding them out of the way.

‘ Probably for the unobstructed view. ’ Even just the thought was enough to have the owl pushing his hips up, presenting his pussy for his husband.

“ In. Me. NOW! ” The clawed grip on his hip held fast as that mind blowing cock pushed back inside, the new angle forcing the length even deeper, his lover’s thrusts even faster and harder, the ridges on his shaft rubbing his walls perfectly while red and white hips slammed into his feathered ass and thighs.

This was what they needed. The Prince and his Consort, together at last in the most primal of ways, focused merely on eachother, the stretch of the owl’s walls, the bulge of the imp’s ever growing knot threatening, promising , to tie them together in the ultimate bliss.

“You were meant to keep me filled, Blitzy. Can’t you feel it? How perfectly your cock fits within me?” Every thrust inside brought him closer to that proverbial ledge. The ridges along Blitz’s cock dragging deliciously along his sensitive walls.

“You’ve already knocked me up once.” The tip of his cock curving just perfectly against the deepest part of his cloaca, as if promising to send the imp’s seed directly where it needed to go to impregnate him again.

“I bet you’d keep me like this if you could, wouldn’t you? Round and full of your implings.” Blitz choked on his moan, thrusting harder inside the owl. He likes the thought of that, doesn’t he? 

“My perfect stud, claiming his broodmare.”

Blitz whined desperately, pressing his chest against Stolas’s back with his hands wrapped around to support Stolas’s belly. Every slap of his hips against Stolas’s ass had him bottoming out beautifully, the drag of his rapidly forming knot at the base of his cock made every pull back tighter. Harder. Perfect .

“Baby! Stolas! Stols! My Prince, please! Wanna cum! Wanna fill you up! Please! Need it. Need you. I’ll give you everything. Please please please!”

“Do it, Darling! Fill me up again! It’s yours! I’m yours! ”

Finally getting the permission he craved, Blitz slid his hands up to firmly grab Stolas’s waist, pulling him back with every hard thrust forward. Losing himself in the slick grip of his bird’s pussy, he held onto what little of his restraint was left until he felt the telltale tightening on his cock. One final press and grind in was all it took to break them both.

Stolas cried out in bliss, the walls of his cloaca all but clamping down around the girth of Blitz’s newly popped knot, locking them both together as the tip of Blitz’s cock slid into place against Stolas’s cervix. Pulse after pulse of thick seed filling the space not already taken up.

The pressure of being filled not only by his lover’s bulbous knot, but his cum as well was enough to send the owl into another orgasm, starting the cycle again as it triggered another round in Blitz.

If he were not already so gravid, there would no doubt this would have been the one to do it.

Neither noticed much outside of themselves and the distant movements of Asmodeus and Fizzarrolli around the room. Stolas heard the clicks of something either being turned on or off, but he truly didn’t care enough to check on what they were doing, simply trusting that it was nothing bad.

Stolas trilled softly below the weight of his impish darling, Blitz’s responding chirrup soothing the bit of tension he felt after such an intense scene. They shifted gently so that Stolas wasn’t stuck on his knees any longer and to take any pressure off his back fully. The imp purred softly as he stroked over the swell of the owl’s belly, the sound only interrupted by the hitch in his breath when another pulse of cum caught him off guard.

The prince knew in the back of his mind that they were likely to be stuck together for another ten minutes minimum before the knot would start to deflate, potentially longer with how intense they were. Not that he was complaining about the extra cuddle time.

“Now, that was a performance worthy of this ring~” rasped a distantly familiar voice.

Blitz groaned and pressed his face against Stolas’s still lace clad back. He was not in the mood for Fizz’s brand of ribbing at the moment, too raw to handle it. Hooting softly and stroking one of Blitz’s hands, Stolas peeked one of his lower eyes open to look at the smug visage of Fizzarolli himself.

“Anything for the performance, Dear,” Stolas teased in return, earning a laugh from the jester sitting on the bed before him.

“That’s the spirit! And to think you were nervous about all this. Definitely looked at home getting down and dirty in front of the whole team, though.”

The reminder of their previous forgotten audience had the owl groaning in embarrassment as both sets of eyes opened, looking at Fizz in slight mortification.

“Giani mentioned that this sort of thing was common, but I’m still sorry for not having discussed the possibility beforehand. That–I didn’t mean to–” Fizz cut him off with a cold hand to his cheek and a kiss between his upper set of eyes.

“Relax, Princey. It’s nothing we haven’t handled before. Our teams are professional to a T and have dealt with stuff like this more times than we can count, and that’s including shoots between me and Oz. They cleared out when they got the footage they needed and it’s just the three of us right now. I think Ozzie went to grab some stuff to help with cleaning up.”

Blitz snorted and shifted enough to peer over Stolas’s waist. “Oh, I bet they’re all used to seeing a pair of sexy bitches fuck around. Buncha pervs.”

“They weren’t the ones smelling of slick and sporting half chubs for the majority of the shoot.”

“ You try having a sexy bird boss you around while wearing those outfits and carrying your kids, and tell me you wouldn’t be bricked up too. I refuse to apologize for anything that happened today.”

“Not asking ya too! Just stating facts, ya simp!”

The reassurance and banter did nothing for the dark blush painting his face, but did help to calm his heart and settle him back into Blitz’s arms with a laugh. Fizz smiled at the two of them, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. Probably for the secret-but-not-really-a-secret sexy album he had. Stolas watched as he tapped something into the phone before the jester focused back in.

“You two doing okay, though? There were a couple a times it almost looked like Oz or I might’ve needed to intervene, but nobody called for the assist.”

Blitz hummed softly behind him. Stolas felt as he nuzzled against his back once more and thought to himself. There certainly were a few moments either one of them could have called out to their partners, but for them most part, Stolas had largely even forgotten they were there. He had been fully prepared to take care of his husband should the need arise, and he did each time.

“No, I believe we had it covered. But I do appreciate that you both stayed just in case.” He reached out to the imp, pulling him into their cuddle with a happy hoot. Fizz laughed and curled around them, pulling Stolas in to rest against his chest and stretching an arm out to lay his hand on Blitz’s waist.

“Any time, Hoots~ We gottcha whenever you need it, right Ozzie?”

The sin had returned with several bottles of water and some clean towels, which he set on the nightstand. “Of course! What kind of partners would we be if we didn’t?”

“The kind that don’t remain partners for long, I’d imagine,” Stolas teased light-heartedly. Fizz gasped dramatically, clutching his shirt over his heart as Oz climbed into bed behind Blitz, effectively spooning the imp and letting his arm rest across them all.

“I’m hurt! You wouldn’t stick by us if we were shitty! The absolute audacity!” Stolas’s bright laugh morphed into a deep groan as Blitz pushed into him again, renewed heat filling him as the imp came again.

“Damn, you guys were really pent up, weren’t cha? You fed Ozzie quite a bit that whole time too.”

“And it was a damn good meal~ The lust between you two is as gourmet as it gets,” Oz added on, stroking Stolas’s side softly. The owl trilled quietly, nuzzling into Fizz and shifting back against Blitz. The group settled into comfortable silence, letting the events of the day go to rest as they lay together.

‘A perfect end.’

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Stolas was in the middle of re-working his nest again with Blitz handing him whatever he requested when someone knocked on the door of their nesting room.

“Unless this is an emergency, either shove a note under the door or come back later! Now’s not a good time,” Blitz called out, knowing the owl was preoccupied with trying to make this Lucifer-damned scarf stay in place .

“My apologies, Master Blitz, but you’ve both received a package from His Sinfulness, King Asmodeus.”

That caught Stolas’s attention as he looked back at his equally confused husband. What could Ozzie have needed to send them that he couldn’t have just bought over himself?

Stolas cleared his throat. “Hmm…Please leave it outside the door, Pringles. We’ll grab it in a moment.”

“Very well, Sire.” They listened for the soft thump of the package as the butler placed it on the floor and the taps of his shoes as he walked away to no doubt continue his duties as head of staff. Once they couldn’t hear them anymore, Blitz quickly opened the door and brought in the box.

It was fairly small, only just slightly bigger than a dvd case, with Ozzie’s sigil printed on the top. The imp shook it gently and could hear something hard moving around inside.

“Definitely not more for the nest, then. Whatcha think it could be?” Stolas shrugged.

“I suppose we’ll only find out if we open it.” Blitz handed the parcel to him, which he quickly opened with a swift swipe of a sharp talon. Tilting the contents out of the box, they stared at it in continued confusion.

“A dvd? Do you think it’s the promo stuff for the shoot?” The owl shook his head.

“It couldn’t possibly be the finished product. It’s only been two weeks.” He opened the case and saw a dvd with ‘WARNING: NOT FOR KID EYES!’ in Fizzarolli’s handwriting and a note. Picking up the note, he unfolded the paper to read aloud.

“‘Thanks again for helping us with the promo shoot, you guys! We know you’re both probably neck deep in egg-watch, but we figured you guys would like a bit of a memento of the night~ I know we really enjoyed watching on our end, so we figured you’d like to see what we did. Enjoy! Love, Fizzarozzie~’”

The prince looked up at his husband, a deep flush on his cheeks. “ They didn’t. ”

Blitz laughed loudly, grinning at the flustered owl. “Oh, I’d bet an entire month’s salary they  absolutely did.” He grabbed the case out of Stolas’s hand and looked it over contemplatively.

“You know, we’ve been working pretty hard lately, and we won’t have a lot of time to ourselves once Eggo gets here.” The imp grinned, well, impishly at the owl. “Wanna take a break and watch our big Lust screen debut? I’m sure we can go over any notes together~”

Stolas could help the fluff of his feathers even if he wanted to.

“...Will you get the fruits and whipped cream while I set up the tv?”

“Definitely~”