Chapter Text
Gentle brushes of fingers against bare skin; and quiet, small shudders of pleasure, room silent— there are no words. Just trust, love, and Lust. Not that it would go as it usually did— this could be considered a bit of a…. Punishment, to some people.
Not to Fizzarolli, of course.
Anything with Ozzie?
Well, Fizz likes to call it a blessing.
Fizzarolli is laid bare on a heavily cushioned bed— the one shared by him and Asmodeus, that is. Asmodeus is a smaller size, currently— only a little smaller than he usually is, so that the touch is lighter, farther.
Fizzarolli attempts to grab onto his pillow, bucking his hips up towards the gentle touch. It’s barely there— a slight brush over his stomach. It’s evil, really, how Asmodeus is dangling the feeling of pleasure over Fizzarolli like a treat for a pet.
And Fizzarolli- he wants to beg for some sort of actual contact. He wants to feel good— as Ozzie always manages to make him feel.
But Asmodeus won’t give him that.
And god, is it frustrating.
A minute, and Fizzarolli speaks up.
“Heeey, Ozzie…” The jester drawls, as he looks up at Asmodeus, trying to put on a flirty front. “We’ve been at this for houuuurs now. Don’t you wanna get to the good part?”
Asmodeus looked tempted, to say at the least— but he smirked at Fizzarolli and shook his head. “Today’s about pleasuring you, Froggie. You’ve been so good all week, you can control yourself for a little longer, can’t you?”
His voice is low and flirty— and it sends a shiver down Fizzarolli’s spine. And Fizzarolli can’t help but swallow, letting out a shaky breath with a grin. He nods, albeit a bit too vigorously.
A sweet feeling— how Asmodeus’s hand travels down, slipping two fingers in between Fizzarolli’s legs as they deliberately move to allow Asmodeus access. Just when he thinks he’ll get something, anything—
Asmodeus pulls his fingers away, just shy of the heat. “Froggie, look at me.” He says with a smile, as Fizzarolli lets out a frustrated groan.Fizzarolli looks at Asmodeus, frowning at the prince.
“Can you touch yourself for me, darling?”
Asmodeus’s sultry voice travels straight down to his crotch— and Fizzarolli’s face flushes. Well, he didn’t really expect that— but he nods. Anything to please Asmodeus.
He nods, again, and his hand travels down to the heat between his legs. Slowly— carefully, he runs two fingers over his cunt, slick sticking to his fingers. He lets out a shudder and looks at Asmodeus— perhaps asking permission to continue.
Asmodeus nods at him with a smirk, and Fizzarolli wastes no time, leaning back against the backboard, legs spread as Asmodeus sits in front of him, laying on his stomach and watching with interest.
His fingers take a moment, before he slipped one in. He, of course, takes it slow at first— as Asmodeus always reminds him. Just to be cautious, so that he doesn’t end up accidentally hurting himself.
Asmodeus looks at him, before speaking up. “Be a good boy and speed up, Froggie.”
Fizzarolli lets out heavy breath, inserting a second finger in, relaxing himself- just as Asmodeus had always told him to do, and his back arches immediately.
The stimulation is —despite not being what he prefers— delicious. He bucks his hips against his fingers, speeding up, just ever so slightly.
“Fuuuck- ozzie—!” He moans out, looking at Asmodeus as he lets out short pants, letting out a high whine and putting on a lopsided grin.
“Oh, close already, Froggie?” Asmodeus chimes. He moves to trap Fizzarolli, lifting up his chin and kissing him— hard but careful. Lustful but loving.
Asmodeus pulls back and smirks at Fizzarolli. “Do you want to cum?” He asks Fizzarolli, in a hushed voice— not needed whatsoever, but it makes Fizzarolli want to buck his hips again.
“Yes, yes please, ozzie—“ he pleads. Asmodeus laughs, leaning down and kissing Fizzarolli’s neck gently, before leaning near his ear, and whispering.
“Cum for me, darling.”
And Fizzarolli arches his back— Asmodeus’s voice is more than enough to push him over the edge. A hand shoots up to grasp onto Asmodeus’s arm, digging into his shirt as he leans his head against Asmodeus’s chest, panting as he comes down from the high of his.
“Good?” Asmodeus questions, after a moment of Fizzarolli’s quiet pants.
“..mmhmm.. good,” Fizzarolli responds, quietly, cuddling against Asmodeus’s chest.
Asmodeus laughs. “I love you.” He places a kiss onto Fizzarolli’s forehead, picking up the imp— who now has curled up into him— using a tissue to clean off his fingers and body.
“Let’s go get you a bath.” Asmodeus whispers, giving his dear jester another kiss.
And the two disappear into the bathroom. Whether a round two will ensue….
….that’s up to interpretation.