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The patrons continued with their degrading acts, which was favorable for business, but it was hard not to feel a speck of resentment whenever he looked towards Fizzarolli to see the bruise on the side of his little head.
Hidden above the viewing booth, Asmodeus shifted towards the pouting imp. “Does it still hurt?” He asked with a softness in his voice.
The jester’s pout only deepened. “Yea, it- shit . Hold on; my cue is on.” He quickly leaped out of the booth with a whirl of gears and landed on the stage in a flourished swoop, grinning widely and a voice of mischief as if he wasn’t irritated a moment ago. He was introducing a new performer while exciting the lounge into a state of anticipation.
Asmodeus was always pleasantly surprised at how well the imp was at switching into his stage act. Of course, the front dropped as soon as he was back in his seat. “Yea, it fuckin’ hurts. Feels like I got hammered in the skull. Crazy bitch and her guitar.” He grumbled, somehow able to continue the conversation as if nothing had occurred.
The King felt a frown tug the corners of his mouth down, there was a flicker of malice and hate in the jester’s eyes that the demon king didn’t like. Something upset him, and it wasn’t the abuse given from that imp. He inhaled deeply, if Fizz didn't bring it up, then he doesn't want to talk about it. His gaze softening up. “Want me to make it better, Fizzy?” He cooed, his tail feathers fluffing up.
The pout turned into a slight grin, a curious sparkle in his eyes. “What’d ya have in mind?”
“Tell our patrons that the place is closed, and you’ll find out.”
The place closed in ten minutes flat, much to his amusement and joy.
The little imp bounced in place as he followed Asmodeus into the bedroom. He reached down to lift his body into his hands, laying him out on his massive bed. The size of it made the already tiny imp practically disappear.
With the covers pulled over him, Asmodeus couldn’t help a gentle smile at the way the jester curled into the fabric and nuzzled the tip of his nose into the soft blanket. “Wait right here.” Said the demon king, leaning down to kiss the crown of his head and relishing the little squeak Fizz made in response.
Fizzarolli watched him leave with a burning face, his hand absentmindedly touching the location the demon king had kissed. Ozzie rarely kissed him outside of sex, and the action felt more romantic than Fizz was used to.
...He liked it.
He buried his hot face in the covers, hiding under them until Ozzie returned. He had slept here countless times, but it still surprised him whenever Oz let him in and the softness of it. Sweet Lucifer, he could melt into this bed. He let himself purr in satisfaction, hugging his tail into his chest just because he wanted to do something with them.
He might have dozed off; he wasn’t entirely sure. Because suddenly, a voice was calling him and a large hand was on the small of his back. Still groggy, he made a face and complained in sleepy gibberish, failing to shove the hand aside. Green eyes filled his vision; after recognizing those pretty peepers, a toothy grin replaced his scold. “Heeey, you’re baaack~” He purred with a suggestive arch of his eyebrow and a slight spread of his legs.
The demon king chuckled slightly, and Fizz felt a tingle of heat up his spine when Asmodeus’s gaze wandered along his frame. Ozzie seemed to shake himself out of it, a plate in the center of his palm. “I made you chicken and waffles since you...you were in pain.” He smoothed down his clothes with a smile that was quick to fade away. The usual confidence that the demon constantly oozed was snuffed out with uncertainty.
His heart felt like it might melt, determined to wipe out the vulnerability in his eyes. With a mechanical whirl of his legs, he reached Ozzie’s face, warmth blooming in his chest as he gently brushed their lips together. The sharp exhale from Asmodeus tickled his nose as the demon leaned into him and deepened the act. The smell of smoke and booze that still clung onto Asmodeus’s shirt grounded him as he felt his heart flutter out of him. The butterflies in his stomach flapped vigorously even after the kiss was done, trying for a smile.
“Maybe I’ll bring you dinner more often if I get a kiss like that each time.” Ozzie teased despite the flustered state of his cheeks, his hand scraping through his hair.
Fizzarolli winked cheekily in response, taking the plate and sitting down properly in the comfort of the blankets. “Ya joining me?” He asked when Asmodeus stayed rooted in place.
The demon quickly huddled his large body next to him as the jester ate, occasionally running a finger down the two bell-ending flaps of his hat. Fizz moved the tips of his feet side-to-side, humming in delight with each bite. It was delicious; his heart warmed up by the sweet action and the yummy food pleasantly settling in his stomach.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up there, but after the haze of delicious food cleared off his mind, he realized he was resting on Asmodeus’s lap, who thoughtfully stroked a hand over his arm and back.
His arm extended out to set his plate down on a nearby nightstand to properly lean into the gentle touches from Asmodeus, his legs looped around Ozzie’s hips to keep himself in place as he let his hands affectionately squeeze him in a hug. He felt vibrations go through his entire body as Asmodeus gently chuckled, the side of his face nuzzling the top of his skull.
“Does it still hurt?” He asks softly.
Fizz shook his head, the bells of his cap jingling obnoxiously. “I feel better now.”
The smile that spread across the demon king’s face made his heart burst. “Are you staying tonight?”
“Yea, absolutely.” Said the jester with no hesitation.
And so, Asmodeus rested on his side and pulled the small imp close to his chest. Enjoying the purrs Fizz made with each gentle caress, the slight tightening of his mechanical arms, and the warmth flowering in his chest with each passing minute.
“Is this some ploy to have sex with me? Because y’know the answer’s yes.” Said the jester with a toothy grin.
Ozzie blinked a few times before throwing his head back and booming with laughter. Way to kill the mood, Fizzy! He thought absentmindedly, shaking his head. “No, Fizzy, I just wanted to take care of you.”
The jester’s eyes widened briefly. “Damn, that’s hot, actually.”
Asmodeus smiled flirtatiously, heat shooting from his stomach down to his groin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Confirmed Fizzarolli with hooded eyes.