Stolas and Vassago’s secret-Helluva Boss

Goetian Gala’s a gathering of the Goetia’s highest and well prestige Royals. The Gala is but as prestige and regal as it can be. Multiple princess and princes mule about the gala talking it up about bullshit royal things. It’s a sea of stuck up, egotistical pre Madonna’s. It’s a place of facades and masks without any genuine words or freedom. Everyone has a reputation to uphold and image a legacy to maintain.

But amongst these masks are two Goetian princes snuck off to some room around the palace of the Goetian Prince that was hosting this Gala. Locked away in a library in a moment of pure desire and affection Prince Stolas and Prince Vassago are intertwined in a hungry needy kiss. Their arms locked around each other leaving no room between them. Their body’s radiating with heated desire.

Vassago has Stolas pinned to a wall his hand on Stolas’ thigh that is hooked around his waist. Vassago’s other hand is on Stolas back supporting his weight so he doesn’t fall. Stolas has his arms wrapped around Vassago’s neck. The two princes are locked in a passionate love affair their lips moving against each others their tongues exploring one another’s mouth.

Stolas breaks the kiss for a second panting as he gasps for air his voice breathless and tinged with desire. “Vassago what are we doing?”

Vassago lets out a breathless chuckle catching his breath. His hand moves lower on Stolas back to the base of his feather tail. “I have no clue mi príncipe. But I don’t not wish to stop.”

Stolas let out a small whimper as Vassago’s hand moved to the base of his feathered tail it was sensitive and Vassago knew that and Stolas he fucking enjoyed it. “Then don’t stop.”

With that he kissed Vassago again this time deeper the noise of the Gala fading into the background the two princes lost in their own world of passion and desire.