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Asmodeus loved being in love. With him being the Avatar of Lust, it was fairly unavoidable. And how could he not? Love was hiding in the smallest corners, only waiting to be discovered and cherished. 

It was easy for Asmodeus to find love in the small rays of light that blessed the shadowy Devildom streets on the warmer days of the year. He found love in the smiles he received from his brothers on those rare occasions when they got along. Asmodeus found love in the way his pact partner’s eyes lit up in the silver moonlight, the way they were clear as mirrors whenever he got lost in them, in the way they sparkled with mirth and mischief whenever he set sight on them. He couldn't remember when he'd first felt this way about Solomon. Perhaps it had always been this way.

Eros, Agape, Philia; they were all his and he had never shied away from putting his claim on them.

Asmodeus adored all the little things that came with falling in love: the flushed cheeks promising more, the testing of boundaries, followed by shy eye contact, the little games that came in the form of batted lashes and puffed out chests. 

To no one's surprise, Asmo loved being in love, down to all the little anxieties and heart flutterings that came with the question of whether or not one's feelings were reciprocated. 

With his latest realization of love however, came a shipload of unexpected difficulties.

Being in love was slowly but surely turning into a struggle he couldn't enjoy anymore. It was an ugly thing, stark green and foul to the nose. 

On a mission like any other, he had come to this realization that had consequently turned his world upside down. All things considered, it had taken him surprisingly long to realize what his brothers had been hinting at for decades.

With trembling fingers and a fluttering heart, he had come to accept that he liked Solomon perhaps a bit too fiercely for it to be considered a simple partnership.

On another regular day, not much later, Solomon had begun to point out the small changes in Asmo’s behaviour. Perhaps he hadn’t caught on to the true nature of Asmodeus’ feelings just yet, but he had certainly caught on enough to understand that their dynamic was already in the process of changing.

The fact that from that point onwards, their relationship had naturally progressed past the boundaries of friendship, becoming something more intimate, but not romantic, certainly didn't help.

Not even once had Solomon voiced the wish for it to be something more serious, so Asmodeus hadn't asked, had taken and given under the cover of silken sheets until his little heart began to quiver from the strain.

He feared that what they had now would never be enough.

Asmodeus’ day had begun with a missed alarm and terrible bedhead.

After an hour of scrubbing, pulling and restyling, he had finally managed to tame his hair. Still, the day continued to keep up its unhappy streak. 

School was boring, the teachers unnecessarily preachy and his fans exceptionally transgressive. Normally, it wouldn't bother him as much. 

Asmodeus found himself sitting on his chair, one hand crossed over the other, his nails tapping an unfortunate beat against the soft skin of his hand while six of his fans were darting around him, offering this and that, offering a comb, a foot massage, a piece of cake. No matter how sweetly he rejected them, they wouldn't budge.

He let out an exasperated puff of air, but his expression remained kind and considerate. Asmodeus turned his head to the side to hide the way the corners of his mouth pulled into an unhappy pout when something else caught his attention.

Solomon was standing at the back of the classroom, his palms flat against the surface of MC’s desk, his expression calm and satisfied. Both sorcerers were laughing quietly, privately, and before Asmodeus could even guess the outcome, MC was holding onto Solomon’s forearm and Solomon was flicking two fingers against their forehead. They looked adorable together, cheeky as they were. No matter how deeply he adored either of them, Asmodeus still felt like throwing up.

There was a special sort of pain that came with seeing a person you had always considered yours soft like putty in the palm of another.

Rarely did Asmodeus feel threatened by others. After all, he knew his worth and knew the pull he had. But the human was something else entirely. Always inevitably the centre of attention, so unique and special that Asmodeus had no chance but to compare himself to them. 

His hand balled into a fist, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations in the palm of his hand.

Then, Solomon turned his head and caught his expression. Quickly, Asmodeus turned back around to his fans, pulling his face into an even sweeter expression as he leaned forward, thanking them for their consideration and kindness, even if they weren't deserving of it at all.

He really felt like throwing up. He just wanted to be left alone. 

Once class was over Solomon approached him and tried to speak to him, but Asmo managed to skilfully avoid him. It wouldn’t be right to face him in such an unseemly mood. Anger was one thing, but unwarranted jealousy was another thing entirely, uncalled-for and ugly. 

Understandably, Asmodeus found himself in quite a fickle mood when Solomon dropped by unannounced, standing on his doorstep with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Asmodeus asked. He had half the heart to shut the door on him. “It's been a while since we spent time together. You're free, aren't you?” And Solomon smiled at him, the corner of his mouth turning upward into a handsome smile, so he had no choice but to let him in. Despite his emotional turmoil, Asmodeus simply didn't have the heart to say no to those silver fox eyes. After all, it was Solomon he was talking about, and no matter how bruised his heart was, Asmodeus still missed him dearly and ached for his company.

They were lying on his bed, the king-size mattress big enough to fit them both comfortably without having to squeeze together, the distance between them gaping enough to fit the elephant in the room. 

Asmodeus was leaning on his elbows, his hands interlocked and chin on top as he watched Solomon with a tilted head and batted lashes. The pyjamas he was wearing left little to the imagination, as did Solomon’s - in the grand scheme of things, that was. The last button of his shirt had come undone, exposing the intricate lines of countless pact marks and little scars that ran their course down his torso. Long sleeves were pulled up to expose his strong arms, equally marked with both scars and pact marks.

Some of them were from before their time together, but the rest, Asmodeus remembered well. After all, he had been right by his side when they had been etched into Solomon’s skin. The brunt of it had come from a mission gone awry. For days, he had rested by Solomon's bedside, teary-eyed and guilt-ridden, the fact that even though Solomon was immortal, he could still faint and bleed red like any human being, an unwelcome reminder. As Solomon's partner, he should have been there to block the attack, danger be damned.

Nowadays, Asmo hardly got to see them, so they only crossed his mind when he caught sight of them in the dim candlelight, when Solomon’s bare body was close enough to touch but never close enough to kiss. How he wished he could trace them with his fingertips, softly like a hushed apology. 

Instead of reaching out, he turned over to his side. Now, the length of his leg was exposed to the world, an open invitation.

He knew it was a bad idea to preposition Solomon when he was still feeling hurt, but he craved the comfort that their skinship brought. 

Slowly, Asmo drew a hand up his bare leg, allowing the silken fabric of his shorts to be pulled with it so that his ass was almost exposed.

If there was one thing that was universally loved, then that would be soft, pliable flesh. How would Solomon be able to say no? Asmo was uncertain whether it was a plea for action or an ill-considered test.

Despite it all, Solomon made no move whatsoever. He kept his eyes trained neatly on Asmo’s shoulders. He watched Solomon’s Adam's apple bop up and down as he swallowed deeply. 

He didn't know what to do. It was infuriating. It was awe-striking. It was simply Solomon. He just wanted him to take the initiative for once and show what he wanted. Was it such a wrong thing to ask for? 

Solomon had always been painfully unimpressed by his physical advances. Perhaps Asmo had unknowingly goaded him into their countless liaisons. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time for such words to be thrown his way. 

Asmodeus knew at least one of the reasons behind it all. Today's scene at RAD had made it painfully clear. Solomon was already with MC. It seemed fresh, young and exciting.

Asmo wouldn’t continue to go after Solomon if it would force him to break dear little MC’s dollheart in return.

Technically, he could do it. Hell, he had done so many times before. This time, however, he couldn't. Asmodeus was even more certain that Solomon never would.

Solomon moved closer and let one hand run along the line of Asmo’s hip. 

“What is going on with you today?” he asked. 

Asmodeus grabbed his hand and slid it up to his waist. For a moment he kept it there, a feathery weight on top of Solomon’s chilly fingers. “Nothing,” he said, despite feeling the overwhelming urge to break out in tears. “Isn't there something you need to tell me? Tit for tat?” he asked quickly. It was an easy way out and he knew it.

Solomon tilted his head to the side and the tip of his thumb pushed the soft flesh of his lip upwards. He dragged his hand over Asmo’s side ever so carefully. 

“Not that I can think of right now. Asmodeus, what is this about? You’ve been acting strange all day.” 

“Strange?” Asmo quickly pulled his hand away and raised his voice. ”I’m acting perfectly fine, thank you very much. It’s you who refuses to…”

“I refuse to do what?” He furrowed his brows and leaned in closer. “I am not trying to start a fight. Help me understand and talk to me.”

 Asmo took a deep breath. “There's a reason you haven’t even tried to touch me yet.” His voice sounded strangely thin, too tangible and fragile. The corresponding emotion was lying on the tip of his tongue, ready to take a trust fall at the slightest inconvenience. If Solomon were to reach out and pull off Asmo's mask, what would he be able to see? Would there be anything left to hide?

Solomon tipped his head downwards to look at him, eyes wide. “Sorry?” His fingers twitched against Asmo’s skin. 

Asmo let out a small sigh as he turned onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. Truthfully, he hadn’t intended to say those words out loud. Yet here they were, out in the open, fragile enough to break at the slightest touch.

 “Don’t play coy, it doesn’t suit you. I know you heard me.” He closed his eyes and schooled his voice to take on a playful tone. Every new word he uttered was drawn out a little longer, pronounced even softer, anything to hide the vulnerability that was hiding underneath.

He could feel Solomon’s eyes on him. Asmo turned his head to the side. Anything so he wouldn’t open his big mouth and spill. Anything so he could avoid meeting Solomon’s eye and keep his dignity. “At least tell me what makes me so unattractive to you.”

“Hey,” Solomon said softly, trying to interject. It sounded quite awkward. “I have no idea what you're talking about.” 

“There must be something. Tell me so I can improve and snag the next Solomon-grade hunk that comes around.”

The sheets rustled as Solomon propped himself up on one arm. “Asmodeus. What is this about?”

Asmo opened his eyes and finally looked at Solomon. He let his eyes travel from his furrowed brows down the crooked path of his nose, to the downward turn of his mouth.

Part of him wanted to break out in tears, bury his face in the mattress and his fist in the sheets. It was just not fair.

“Do you really have to ask?” he shot back, his voice a thing of danger. “Or is it illegal now to ask for some advice?” 

Solomon's expression was decidedly puzzled. “You’ve been ignoring me all day. And now you’re… mad at me?”

Asmodeus didn’t refute that statement. He curled in on himself, dead-set on ignoring the sound of Solomon shuffling even closer. “Our dearest MC surely won’t like it if we keep this conversation going, so let’s just drop it,” he muttered into the crook of his elbow. 

“MC? Why are you bringing them up?”

“Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I wasn’t born yesterday. I saw the way you look at each other. I know what happened between you two.” Asmo gritted his teeth and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, the weight of his own embrace too light for comfort. “It’s good that you’ve finally found someone. And I want you to be happy, you know? Still, I wish you would’ve told me sooner. Maybe I would’ve-”

The mattress dipped as Solomon leaned over him. Gently, he placed a hand on his shoulder. Asmo followed his effortless guidance and turned onto his back again. There was no way to avoid Solomon’s piercing gaze. 

“You always do this,” he said quietly. “You pull me back in and then wonder why I can’t contain myself. Don’t you think it’s even the tiniest bit unfair?”

Solomon looked at him. “I won’t understand if you refuse to talk to me. Tell me, Asmodeus. What do you want?”

He had always loved the way his name left Solomon’s lips, so quickly said, yet so familiar with the way his tongue curled around the sound. Now, it made his heart ache with desire.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes. Help me understand.”

Asmo hated how quickly his eyes began to well up. His throat was tight with heartbreak. “What don't I want? I know we’ve always kept it casual, but couldn’t you at least have told me sooner?” 

Slowly, he looked up at Solomon and quickly schooled his eyes to stay on his shoulder so he wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. He feared that if he did, there would be no stopping the waterworks. Shame’s fiery grip on his chest was an unwelcome companion. 

Solomon looked terribly out of place. He had always been uncomfortable with people crying in front of him. “What should I have told you sooner?”

“That you’re  in a relationship with them! They certainly wouldn't be fine knowing I am in the picture as well. Even if we never…”

Solomon’s hand balled up into a fist. “There is nothing between us,” he said, his tone certain. “Why would you even…”

Asmo’s heart stopped in his chest.

“Ouch, Solomon,” he said quietly. “How dare you just-” He sniffed, and this time, there was no stopping the tears. “Minimize everything we’ve been for each other. I know we were never exclusive, but still… How dare you make me your mistress and then act like you did nothing wrong. Do you really not care at all? Not even the tiniest bit?! Am I someone who can just be tossed aside like garbage?”

When Solomon failed to respond, he pressed his palms under his eyes in a last attempt at keeping up appearances, if nothing else.

Then Solomon touched his shoulder, ever so lightly, and he opened his eyes again. Perhaps the tears had helped to somewhat soothe his bruised ego.  

“Don’t touch me,” he bit back. “I am so mad at you right now.”

“Asmodeus-”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Solomon raised his voice. “You don’t want to hear it? You confront me about a situation I know nothing about and then expect me to take it in silence?” 

“Oh, you want me to roll it all out for you? Don’t mind if I do then. Yes, you got it right. I am mad at you. And do you want to know why I’m so mad? I’m mad because we’ve been dancing around each other for years. We’ve been having sex for months and you don’t even have the guts to tell me that you chose them over me. Even if you’ve never felt the need to talk about any of this, I at least would’ve expected you to have the courtesy to say it to my face. But you won’t even grant me that little sliver of sensitivity. And I don’t know how to tell you what I need to tell you because my heart bleeds too much to handle.“

Solomon’s mouth fell open. He lifted his trembling hands. Slowly, he framed Asmo’s face. “Look at me.”

Asmo bit the inside of his cheek. “I’ve done enough damage for one night,” he mumbled. “I’ll keep my eyes on that missed spot of paint on the wall. Right there.” He stubbornly kept his face turned to the side. When he showed no signs of budging, Solomon nudged his head in the right direction. “I need you to look at me.” 

With a weary sigh and glassy eyes, Asmo finally returned his gaze. “I don’t know what you want from me.” It was close enough to what he really wanted to ask. 

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”

Despite his inner turmoil, Asmodeus leaned into Solomon’s touch. “I guess so.”

It was difficult to miss the way Solomon took a deep breath. “When I said there is nothing between us-”

“I won’t listen to your-” Asmo tried to clasp his hand over Solomon’s mouth, but he caught his wrist and pressed it against the mattress instead. 

Solomon’s bangs were falling into his face. “Asmodeus. When I said there is nothing between us, I meant it. MC is like a sibling to me.”

Slowly, he lifted Asmo’s hand and pressed it to his chest. “If my words aren’t enough, then will my heart be enough to convince you?”

“Well what is it trying to tell me?”

“That I am at fault for failing to… clarify what our intimacy means to me. To us?” For a moment, he considered his words. “I don’t want to make assumptions.”

Asmo buried his hand in the fabric of Solomon’s pyjamas. With a quick tug, he pulled him down. Solomon lost his balance, but managed to avoid falling on top of him. He was pushed onto his side, and all of a sudden, Asmo pressed his forehead against his shoulder, his curls tickling his collarbone. “Then do it. Make it clear.”

“Only if you stop hiding. This isn’t like you.”

Asmodeus pulled back obediently. Solomon almost wished he hadn’t. “You’re unhappy,” he concluded when he finally got a good look at Asmo’s red-rimmed eyes.

“Can you blame me?”

“What can I do to make this right?” He caressed Asmo’s cheek. “You aren’t just upset because of MC.”

Asmodeus leaned into the touch and sighed. All of a sudden, he was tired, tired enough to take back his words just so he could get that sorry expression off Solomon’s handsome face. “I don’t feel like repeating myself. Let’s just-”

“You don’t have to. I have a good memory.” For a moment, Solomon thought it over. “You said I chose MC over you. Which would imply…”

Asmodeus dug his fingers into the flesh of Solomon’s hand. “You really don’t have to say it. Maybe it’s better if we don’t-”

“You want me to choose you?” 

Asmodeus pressed his lips together. His heart was aching and he hated every second of it. Suddenly, the silence felt far too loud. ”Of course I do,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ever since we started. Why else would I…” And he was crying again. 

Solomon carefully brought Asmo’s hand to his mouth. Asmo watched the way Solomon shut his eyes, the way his brows knit together so tragically when soft lips pressed against sharp knuckles.

When he found his voice again, it was brittle like porcelain. “I know I should’ve said something, but sometimes it’s easier to endure than to miss out on it altogether, you know?”

Solomon turned his hand over, lifting it up to press a kiss against his palm. His lips were soft enough to tickle.  “Endure, you say…” 

“Solomon, what are you doing?”

“Offering you an apology,” he said softly, “for having stayed quiet for so long.” Then he entangled his fingers with Asmo’s and brought them to his chest.

“And this?” Asmodeus asked.

“A promise. To do better, as long as you want me to.” Solomon looked at him, and there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. It was a frightening sight, but Asmo refused to look away.

Asmodeus buried his hand in Solomon's hair and slowly carded his fingers through ashen strands. “Am I hearing right? You want us to be exclusive? You must know, I am a lot of work.”

“What a relief that I know you inside-out then.”

“I get jealous and I don’t have a filter and I-...” He was watching Solomon, and all of a sudden his mouth felt incredibly dry. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Solomon wrapped his arm around Asmo’s middle, as he had done many times before, and pulled him flush against his chest. Asmodeus was quick to wrap his arms around his neck. 

Solomon handled him softly, as if he was afraid he could break him if he didn’t pay enough attention. His hand on the small of his back was light-fingered and careful.

They were watching each other, a careful calibration of boundaries not yet set.

Finally, Solomon looked up at him. “Can I?” he asked. “Kiss you,” he quickly added. Asmodeus nodded and before he knew what was happening, Solomon had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw as he was pushing him into the mattress. 

Asmodeus tipped his head upwards, both challenge and plea.

For once, Solomon wasted no time and finally kissed him. He pressed his lips against Asmo’s, his thumb and pointer forming a careful triangle against the soft line of his jaw before his hand disappeared in Asmo’s curls. Angling his head, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Asmo’s mouth, then another against his cheek. Asmodeus couldn’t stop the laughter that was bubbling up in his chest. Solomon hugged him tighter and smiled against his lips.  

Suddenly, Asmo was ever so thankful that they had never kissed before. Truly, he would have lost his mind..  

He pulled himself even closer and grappled for Solomon’s hand, interlacing their fingers so he could keep them close to his heart.

Soon, Solomon’s lips were travelling from his jawline down the sides of his neck to the soft skin that connected shoulder to collarbone before finding their way back to Asmo’s lips.

“Tell me this isn’t just a dream,” Asmodeus mumbled. “Because I don’t think I’d be able to take it.”

“It doesn't have to be. If you want me, I’ll be your partner - in every sense of the word.”

“You? My boyfriend? Don’t give me any more ideas.”

“Speaking of,” Solomon said, “I never would’ve gotten the one that counts.”  When Asmo furrowed his brows, he almost stumbled over his words. “I mean I never thought, well - I didn't think you’d be willing to give up your ways for me. It felt unfair to even ask.”

Asmodeus traced Solomon’s brow bone with careful fingers. “And you would've been okay with that?”

For a moment, there was silence. “Sometimes it's easier to endure than not have it at all,” he replied after a moment of consideration.

Asmo playfully flicked his finger against Solomon’s forehead. “Hey, that’s cheating! You can't just use my own words against me.”

Solomon chuckled, and Asmo had no choice but to pull him back down by the collar and in for another kiss. He angled his head and slid his tongue over Solomon’s bottom lip. Solomon deepened the kiss and Asmodeus took that as an invitation to slip his tongue inside. 

He ran his hand over tight back muscles, getting a feel for any part he could reach as he explored the warm inside of Solomon’s mouth, his tongue a gentle weight against his own.

Then, he pushed Solomon onto his back. Solomon blinked up at him, surprise giving way to quick affection as he ran his fingers over Asmo’s cheek. 

“We have to be quiet,” he said.

An unhappy sigh left Asmo's lips and he rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to? It’s not like my brothers would care,” he replied, despite knowing quite well what sore losers his brothers could be. 

Now that he knew his place in Solomon’s heart, there was no keeping to himself anymore. He ran his hands over Solomon’s sides. When he shivered, Asmo pressed down against him with intent. He trailed kisses down Solomon's neck, careful at first not to break any skin, but quickly becoming more carefree as he ran his teeth across alabaster skin. 

Solomon's reactions, quiet as they were, did nothing but spur him on.

“If Lucifer catches us,” he breathed out, “he might just chase me out of the house.”

Asmodeus giggled against his skin. There was a playful glint to his eyes. “Well we can't know that for sure.”

“Maybe not, but I can take an educated guess.”

Asmo pulled away and considered the dark hickeys that were quickly beginning to show on Solomon’s skin, running a perfectly manicured nail over them. Solomon looked at him from under his lashes and Asmo took that as an invitation to continue pressing bruising kisses down the soft skin of his throat, over his neck and down to his shoulders.

“One would think our pact mark should be enough for you,” Solomon mumbled as his hands worked on Asmo’s shirt, unbuttoning it impatiently so he could shrug out of it. Solomon ran his hands across Asmo’s collarbone, down the small of his back as he buried his nose in the crook of his neck.

“All realms need to know,” Asmo replied.

“What, that I share the bed with you?”

“Yes. But most importantly, that you're off-limits.”

An approving hum left Solomon’s lips. “I have a feeling that’s not the only thing you wanted to say. There's that possessive streak again.” He rubbed his thumbs over Asmo's hip bones and leaned in to press warm kisses against his chest, running his tongue over perky nipples, circling them when it elicited breathy moans from his partner. 

“Can you blame me?”

Solomon propped himself up with one arm and wound the other around Asmo’s middle. “Perhaps that's a discussion for another time and place.” He was quick to find Asmo’s lips again. 

The Avatar of Lust was not surprised to find the evidence of Solomon’s commitment hard against his ass. He ground down against it and was not surprised when Solomon moaned against his lips. Asmodeus pulled himself even closer.

“I love hearing all the little sounds you make,” he cooed. “Any chance there's more where that came from?” With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned Solomon’s shirt, running his hand over his torso as soon as it was off. 

Solomon squirmed beneath his skilled hands. “That tickles,” he breathed out. 

His hands were already wandering, finding the waistband of his pyjama pants, shy of dipping into them. He leaned back to take in the sight.

“I want you so badly, I can barely wait. Do you want me too?” 

Solomon ran his hand down Asmo’s back, coming to rest on his ass. His cheeks were flushed as he nodded his head. “Of course I do.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Asmodeus took hold of Solomon’s dick, freeing it from the confines of his underwear. Solomon pressed kiss after kiss against his jawline as his hand wandered from Asmo’s ass to his waistband.

“Let's get this off you,” he mumbled. “I can’t be the only one who’s naked.” 

“Eager, aren't we?”

“Incredibly so,” he admitted, impatience bleeding through his words. 

He helped Asmo shuffle out of his pants, stilling for a moment to take in the sight of his lacy underwear. He raised an eyebrow before running nimble fingers over the delicate fabric. 

“Do you like it?” Asmodeus asked, his voice silky-smooth. 

“Very pretty,” Solomon replied. 

“Talking about me or the lingerie?”

“Take a guess.”

Asmo giggled. “Come on, I want you to tell me!”

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slowly started to pull it down. 

Solomon stopped him, his hands coming to cover Asmo’s. “So I can feed your ego some more? Let me.”

Asmo pursed his lips and dropped onto his back. His hair fanned out beneath him and he was perfectly happy watching Solomon crawl towards him. “My ego can never be satisfied and you know it. Another part of me though…”

Solomon came to a rest near Asmo’s thighs. Finally, he pulled down Asmodeus’ underwear, running his thumbs over his hip bones in appreciative circles before pressing a kiss to either side. 

Asmo’s dick sprung free, pretty pink and leaking with pre-cum. He pressed a quick kiss to the tip, leaving Asmo wanting more as he worked his way down to his thighs, mouthing kiss after kiss against pliable skin. Asmo moaned softly. The soft inner skin of his thighs was one of his sweet spots and Solomon's obsession with it hadn't passed him by.

Solomon sucked a hickey against the sensitive inside, taking his time to run his hands from thigh up to hip until his hand found Asmo’s dick, wrapping around it to finally give it the attention it deserved. His strokes were gentle and sweet. 

“Stop teasing me.” Asmo pressed his cheek into the mattress and exhaled impatiently. 

Instead of answering, Solomon moved further down. He wound his arms around Asmo’s thighs and Asmo yelped when he pulled him even closer.

“I thought you wanted me to compliment you? I’m just making sure I pay attention to every single beautiful part of you. Now you’re telling me you have complaints?”

He ran his hands down Asmo’s thighs, over his ass, using both hands to spread his cheeks. Asmodeus squirmed under the attention. 

“Solomon,” he moaned as the sorcerer abandoned Asmo’s dick in favour of dipping down between his legs. Asmo only saw the crown of his head, but that was all he needed when Solomon nudged his knees to the side and encouraged him to to lift his legs for better access.

He felt the first lick of Solomon’s tongue running over his asshole, slow at first, until he really dedicated himself to the cause. His tongue was hot against his skin, determined where needed as he ate him out. Asmodeus felt his knees go weak and his heartbeat accelerate.   Solomon’s tongue prodded at his entrance and when he felt Asmodeus soften against him, Solomon pushed his tongue inside.

Asmodeus ran his palm over his forehead, throwing back his head as he let out a shaky moan. “Keep going…” He buried his hand in Solomon’s hair, careful not to apply too much pressure, just to have something to hold onto. He felt like he was falling. “Solomon, I think I’m gonna-” 

He was hot all over, tingly and happy and shamefully giddy with the way Solomon’s tongue explored every inch of his body.

He caught sight of Solomon watching him, his eyes bright with need as he licked a stripe from his hole to his balls. Asmodeus grabbed a fistful of his silver hair and when Solomon wrapped one arm around his thigh, the other around the weeping head of his dick as he buried his tongue even deeper inside, his orgasm came quick and easy.

Solomon dove back up, his cheeks uncharacteristically flushed. Asmo pulled him in for a lazy kiss as he regained his breath. 

“Was that okay for you?” Solomon panted against his lips.

“Was that okay for me?” Asmodeus repeated in disbelief. “You totally rock my world and then ask if it was just okay for me?! Solomon if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to everything unholy-”

Seeing the blush on Solomon’s cheeks darken did nothing but increase his arousal. 

Asmodeus pushed him into the mattress, his back pressed against the bed frame for support, and straddled him.

Solomon reached into the bedside drawer and produced a bottle of lube. Asmodeus took it from him and popped the cap open. The faint artificial scent of cherry filled the room. He squeezed a considerable amount over his fingers, into his palm and reached for Solomon’s dick. He didn’t want to waste any more time than truly necessary.  

Asmodeus pressed soft kisses against his chest as Solomon ran his hand over his bicep.

“Are you checking me out?” Asmo asked as he slicked up Solomon’s cock, lining it up with his hole as soon as it was properly coated in lube. When Solomon opened his mouth, Asmo pressed a perfectly manicured pointer to his mouth. “You better be. I want you to only have eyes for me.”

“I wouldn’t dare to look away.” He ran his hands across Asmo’s thighs, massaging them softly before sliding them up to his waist. 

Asmo put one hand on Solomon’s chest, the other on the bed frame, and lowered himself onto his cock.

The feeling of his hole being stretched open was sweet and easy to take. It didn’t take him long to get accustomed to the feeling of Solomon inside of him. Asmodeus let out a happy hum. Slowly, he leaned forward and moved his hips a little. When Solomon let out an anguished breath, he didn’t care to hide the smile that had found its way onto his lips. 

“Does it feel good?” he purred. “Am I hot inside? Can’t wait for me to move?”

Solomon cradled Asmo’s cheek with one hand. “Asmodeus,” he said impatiently. He ran his hands over his hips, down to his ass, but waited for Asmo to continue nonetheless.

By now, Asmodeus was already used to Solomon’s strange inability to do dirty talk. He pulled him in for a bruising kiss before slowly lifting his hips, only to push them back down again.

A breathy moan left Solomon’s lips. Asmodeus could see him gritting his teeth, so he grabbed him by the face and kissed him again, swallowing each and every noise he made. Solomon met him halfway, thrusting where Asmodeus couldn’t reach, picking up the pace when Asmo’s trembling thighs were becoming too much of a hindrance. Soothingly, he ran his hand over them, before snaking his arm around the small of Asmo’s back to pull him even closer. 

Solomon pressed open-mouthed kisses against salty skin as Asmo dropped and lifted his hips in an astounding rhythm. He grunted as Asmo tightened around him and moved his hips more slowly to elicit even more of a response from his partner. 

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Solomon forced out, faced with his own limitations. 

“What do you think?” Asmo replied. When Solomon thrust into him, he threw his head back, eyes knit shut and mouth agape. A bead of sweat was running down his temple, and Solomon thought it might just have been the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You are.” He pressed himself further into Asmo. “You make me feel so good.” He changed his angle and hit the right spot. 

Asmodeus gaped and pressed his hips further down. He felt hot all over. “Good. This feels so fucking good. Don’t stop now,” he babbled, all thoughts lost to the high he was chasing. 

He leaned down and kissed Solomon desperately, their lips slick with each other’s spit. Solomon kept thrusting into him, far too aware of his own capacities. “I’m close,” he breathed out and his grip on Asmo’s waist tightened. 

Asmo mouthed kisses against his jaw. “Then make it count.”

Solomon used his hands to push Asmo’s hips further down. Asmo leaned into the touch, even though his skin was already overly sensitive from his first orgasm.

When Solomon thrust into him one last time, he could feel himself tipping over the edge. He made a desperate sound, half moan and half whimper, which Solomon quickly swallowed with a kiss. 

Solomon came when Asmo tightened around him, hot semen shooting inside of him, his eyebrows knit together and his lips oh so pliable against Asmo’s mouth.

Asmo crossed his arms around Solomon’s neck, pulling himself as close as possible. Solomon’s arms were quick to wrap around his back as well, his fingers tracing soft patterns into his skin as he slipped out of Asmo. 

“Let’s stay like this for a while,” he whispered into Asmo’s neck as he pressed a careful kiss behind his ear.

Asmodeus yawned. “Yeah, let’s,” he agreed, making himself comfortable against Solomon’s chest. He pressed his cheek against it, the beating of his heart a comforting rhythm.