sketch of Blitz in a wig, topless, grinning wolfishly at something...
writing snippet: "What would you choose, Blitzy?" He asked playfully after a particularly vigorous session with ropes and three different vibrators, pleased and jelly-limbed, and wished to discover how to reduce Blitzø to a similar state.
"Ehh, I'm good with whatever. You decide," he mumbled, and nuzzled into his chest feathers. And usually, that would make Stolas feel warm and content, because Blitzø was so attentive and caring, and he obviously enjoyed pleasing Stolas, and Stolas adored him for that.
But what if he wanted to be able to do that sometimes, too?
"But I want to know what you would like," Stolas prodded, running a talon down one of his horns, scratching at the skin at the base in the way that almost always got a purr these days. "Won't you tell me?" He asked, quiet and soft. "You do not have to, of course, if you are not comfortable, but... I would like to know."
Blitzø paused, and then squirmed a little, nuzzling deeper into his feathers. "Iunno," he mumbled, his tail curling around one of Stolas' legs. He hoped that meant Blitzø wasn't feeling pressured, but he wasn't always sure he understood Blitzø's mannerisms, and he has such a terrible track record with reading demons without explicit confirmation...
Blitz, lying down on his stomach, blushing, ass up.
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