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“So, what did you have in mind?” Fizzarolli asked as he dropped himself coyly over Ozzie’s shoulder. He trailed a finger along his collarbone. “Suspension? Sounding? Dycraphilia?”
Asmodeus snickered and caught his hand before kissing it. “Where did you hear that last one from?”
“I looked it up!” Fizzarolli replied with proud confidence. “You can make me cry if you want.”
“Hmm, maybe I will,” Asmodeus replied, pulling him into a deep kiss. Fizzarolli wrapped his arms around his love and kissed him back, hot and needy. They parted, hearts in their eyes, “I love you, Fizzy-frog,” Asmodeus purred.
Fizzarolli’s face warmed even further, his heart racing at those words. It was still hard to believe sometimes that they were together. “I love you too, Ozzie,” he replied softly, feeling suddenly bashful. He cleared his throat and grinned at Asmodeus. “Come on, big daddy, how are you going to take me apart tonight?”
Asmodeus kissed his forehead and smirked at him. “Can I surprise you?”
Fizzarolli felt his heart rate increase and he hummed in interest. “Okay, sounds like fun…” He didn’t fight as Asmodeus detached him from his body and kissed his hand gently. “Usual safe words?”
“Of course,” Asmodeus replied. He carried Fizzarolli bridal style over to their bed and laid him out across it. He took both of his wrists in one large hand and pinned him down. Fizzarolli shivered and looked coyly up at him, eager to see where Asmodeus was going to take this. Asmodeus dragged his thumb over his face and lips. “You’re just too cute. I could eat you up.”
His words made something squirm in Fizzarolli’s belly and his face flush further like he was an inexperienced teen again. He tried to deflect with a joke. “Babe, I don’t know about cannibalism, we’re not up on Pride…”
“Ugh, Fizz… no,” Asmodues replied in deadpan. “Come on, I’m serious.”
Fizzarolli snickered, “Sorry, fine, no more bad jokes, just sexy times.”
Asmodeus smiled at him softly and leaned down to kiss him again. Fizzarolli groaned as his hand trailed down his chest and to the buttons of his shirt. He slowly undid each one as he moved his kisses from Fizzarolli’s lips to his cheek, then jaw, and finally his neck. Fizzarolli gasped as his lips found a sensitive spot. Asmodeus lingered there, teasing his tongue and gently nipping with his teeth. He pulled against Asmodeus’s grasp, but it was ungiving and firm, as solid as any of the bondage gear they’d used in the past. “Oz…” he groaned.
Humming in acknowledgement, Asmodeus kept pressing kisses into his neck, now trailing down to his collarbones. Fizzarolli moaned as his warm moist breath teased over his skin. Asmodues slid his shirt open, letting it bunch around the ports of his prosthetics. He paused in his ministrations to murmur, “I love everything about you, Froggy.”
Fizzarolli gasped as his hand moved over the planes of his chest to the softness of his belly, no longer concave after he had quit his job. His touch was almost ticklish and it sent arousal crashing through him to pool in his groin. “Ozzie, please,” he whined.
“Patience, Fizzy… I intend to enjoy every inch of you thoroughly.”
He returned to his slow torturous touches and heated open kisses. Fizzarolli gasped and arched his back as Asmodeus followed the path his hand took with his mouth, kissing and nibbling his skin with a delicate touch. Fizzarolli squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his head to the side, unable to keep his gaze on Asmodeus while he slowly licked his tongue over every inch of his skin like he was delicious. His breathing quickened when Asmodeus toyed with the waistband of Fizzarolli’s pants. He pulled away from the skin of his belly. “Can I keep going, Froggy?”
Fizzarolli shivered at his tone; it sounded like he really would try to eat him if Fizzarolli had said it was okay. He nodded his head. “Please,” Fizzarolli replied, his voice hoarser than usual.
Asmodeus undid the button of his pants and without letting go of Fizzarolli’s wrists, slid them off his body. He gasped as cool air caressed his skin and erect cock. He was half expecting Asmodeus to take his arousal in hand, but instead, he rubbed his thumb over his hip bone and down to the edges of his leg prosthetics, teasing the skin of his inner thigh. “I love every single thing about you, every inch of your body, every thought you have, every expression you make..” he murmured against his skin before kissing his inner thigh. The sound that escaped Fizzarolli was high pitched and needy; this was torture, he was going to cry if he didn’t do something fast. Asmodeus chuckled softly. “Gonna sing for me?”
“Ozzie…” Fizzarolli whined. He felt like he was going to combust with the sensations running through his body, heat stoked by the slow, worshipful way that Asmodeus touched him. His eyes were starting to water a little. “It’s just… please… I can’t…”
Asmodues paused and Fizzarolli’s eyes flew open to look at him, their eyes meeting. “Do I need to stop?”
“No!” Fizzarolli replied sharply, eyes widening, panting. He squirmed under his gaze. “Just, maybe you could hurry it up a little?”
He looked at Fizzarolli with such love in his eyes, but there was also a hint of impishness to his gaze. “And if I don’t?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Shit,” Fizzarolli gasped, squirming at the way Asmodeus’s voice seemed to curl around in his head and body. “Please…” he begged. “Pweeeeease, I’m going to fall apart.”
Asmodeus smirked at him and pressed another kiss against his skin, right against his pelvis. Fizzarolli whimpered and squirmed against him. “Don’t worry, I’ll put you back together again, but I will let you have your hands back if you behave.”
He let go of Fizzarolli’s wrists and he immediately buried his hands in Asmodeus’s mane, trying to urge him to hurry up and touch his throbbing cock. Asmodeus chuckled and instead used both of his hands to grab Fizzarolli’s ass, kneading his flesh. Fizzarolli whined as he returned to trailing kisses, going from his hip bone, down his leg and prosthetic to his ankle, then switched to his other leg to trace a path in reverse, ending at his other hip bone. Fizzarolli gasped and flexed his hips up needily, holding on to Asmodeus like he was drowning. Asmodeus nibbled at his hip, stealing a glance up with a grin. Fizzarolli watched as finally, Asmodeus touched the tip of his cock with a finger, smearing precum along the head as he trailed his finger around the head. Fizzarolli moaned, the sound echoing off the walls, hips flexing up. “Yes!” he gasped.
“You’re so lovely like this,” Asmodeus murmured. He wrapped his fingers around Fizzarolli’s cock in a firm grip, squeezing gently. Fizzarolli yelped as the pleasure lanced through him like a bolt of lightning. He held on tightly, suddenly closer to cumming than he would expect from just a single touch. Asmodeus stroked him lightly, reverently, and leaned down to kiss Fizzarolli all over his face. He keened, teetering at the edge, and surged up to kiss his lips desperately. A circuit of sensation coursed through him and Fizzarolli came with quiet gasp, the pleasure coursing through him less like a lightning strike and more like a tidal wave pulling him out to a sea of pleasure that dragged on for what seemed like forever. Asmodeus murmured softly in his ear. “There’s my love. You’re so delectable like this.”
Fizzarolli gasped, trying to catch his breath as the tide of pleasure slowly brought him back to shore. “Fuck… babe, how the fuck did you do that…” he whined. “You just fucking made me cum from just touching me…”
Asmodeus smirked and slowly licked Fizzarolli’s cum from his hand. Fizzarolli whined, turned on even if his body was currently spent. “You know you love my hands…” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “You taste delectable…”
“Fuck, Oz, give me a moment,” Fizzarolli groaned. “Stop being so sexy…”
“You know that I can’t...”
“Ozzie…” He tried to sit up, but his body wasn’t responding yet. “I want to return the favor…”
“Babe, you don’t have to, it’s not a favor to love up on you…” He pulled Fizzarolli up and into his arms, hands wandering still over his body. “How about snuggles until you’re ready for more?”
“You keep touching me like this and that won’t be for too much longer…”
Asmodeus repositioned Fizzarolli so he was sitting in his lap, Fizzarolli’s thighs framing his erect cock. Fizzarolli chuckled under his breath and squeezed his thighs together, holding the part that stuck up with his hand. Asmodeus made a shuddering sound and slowly ran his hands over Fizzarolli’s thighs and hips lovingly. “Fizzie,” he gasped, hips flexing up into him.
His hands didn’t stop touching Fizzarolli, shifting his arms so he could wrap up Fizzarolli in an embrace. He buried his face in Fizzarolli’s neck, groaning against his skin and pressing kisses along the knobs of his spine. Fizzarolli inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the boner trapped between his thighs. He really wanted to get on his knees and swallow that cock down, but Asmodeus didn’t seem inclined to pull himself from between Fizzarolli’s thighs or to let go of his body. That was fine; Fizzarolli would let him fuck his thighs all day if he wanted. He did reach out though, stretching his arm to reach the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube; he wasn’t willing to get friction burns from this though.
Asmodeus groaned his approval and, after Fizzarolli coated his length, grabbed him by the thighs and effortlessly lifted him up and down. “Ah… Ozzie,” Fizzaroli gasped, always in awe of his strength.
“Best thighs in Hell.” Asmodeus murmured between panting breaths.
“I think you’re biased…” Fizzarolli replied. Asmodeus laughed and kept moving him, hips rolling into Fizzarolli’s body. Fizzrolli braced himself with his arms, squeezing his thighs in time with Asmodeus’s thrusts. “Ozzie…”
“Babe, you’re so good,” he moaned into Fizzarolli’s ear. His breath tickled over Fizzarolli’s skin and he shivered. “I’m going to cover your thighs with my cum…”
Fizzarolli shivered and nodded his head in agreement. It took a few minutes more, but finally, Asmodeus sighed loudly, low and bassy. He came, his seed spurting up from between Fizzarolli’s thigh, coating them. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Fizzarolli said in awe.
“Mm, you’re hot,” Asmodeus replied languidly. He squeezed Fizzarolli tightly and nuzzled his neck. His hands were still roaming over Fizzarolli’s body, gently caressing his body like he was made of something soft and easily bruisable. “I want to lick my cum from your delicious thighs.”
“Ozzie, fuck” Fizzarolli replied. His mind was there, but his body wasn’t quite ready yet. “Please stop being so sexy, I can’t right now.”
“Fizzy,” Asmodeus replied with a chuckle. “You know that’s literally impossible for me. Don’t worry, I can wait for you to be ready again.”