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“Are you okay, Fizzie-frog?” Asmodeus asked, noticing how his imp’s focus had yet again slid away from the comedy special they were watching. Very unlike him, especially because he’d been so excited to show Ozzie this one, citing it as one of his greatest sources of inspiration.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.” Fizz stared at the screen, clearly not actually taking it in at all.
Asmodeus hit pause, and Fizz barely seemed to notice.
“You don’t seem very fine,” Ozzie said mildly. “Wanna talk about it?”
Fizz groaned, flopping over onto his stomach, and buried his face in the couch cushions. “It’s all stupid. And it has to do with Blitz.”
“Do you think Blitz would agree that it’s stupid?”
It was an obvious trap question, because both of them knew full well how seriously Blitzø took his relationships.
Fizz lifted his head and glared. “Well I’d talk to him about it, but he’s in the middle of building up his whole thing with Stolas. And Stolas’s kid. Did you know they had a meet the family dinner together last night and Blitzø didn’t tell me anything except ‘went good’?”
“But you’ve been over here since then,” Ozzie pointed out. “And it ain’t like Blitz is the most verbose texter. You wanna give him a call? You can have the bedroom for privacy.”
“Blitz and I never really did the whole talk on the phone shit before,” Fizz grumbled petulantly. “I mean, we see each other almost every day at the shop and before you and Stolas, we slept in the same bed most of the time too.”
“Sounds like you’re missing the way things used to be, honey,” Ozzie said sympathetically.
Fizz sat bolt upright. “That’s fucking ridiculous! I think Stolas is really cool and I love being here. I love-” Fizz’s cheeks went pink and he paused. “-the new and improved situation. I just- ugh, I don’t fucking know, Ozzie. I don’t want to be thinking about Blitz right now, I wanna be here with you.”
“Well,” Asmodeus leaned forward, letting his forehead just barely graze against Fizz’s, his mane falling softly around them, “I’m always happy to provide a sexy distraction if you need one, but I’m pretty sure this is going to be a hard one to distract you from if you don’t talk about it a little more first.”
“Fine,” Fizz grouched. “But then I want you to fuck my brains out.”
“Happy to,” Ozzie replied smoothly. “Now tell me about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
Fizz sighed, falling into Ozzie, letting his arms wind around his middle several times. “I don’t know where I fit in with Blitz anymore now that he’s dating someone who has a kid. I mean, Loona was already a whole big deal when Blitz adopted her, but she didn’t have any other parents to deal with and Blitz wasn’t even dating anyone else when that happened. Even when he did date in the past, there were no other people involved except them. Now he’s finally getting the family he always wanted and I’m just… here.”
“Fizzie,” Ozzie said, “I think you really need to talk to him if you’re feeling so insecure about this. You know you’re his family too. And it’s not like he’s keeping you and Stolas separate. I’ll bet if you wanted you could be a fun uncle to Stolas’s kid too.”
Fizz’s mouth pulled up at one side, despite himself. “Maybe.”
“Blitz ain’t here to say it, but I know you know he loves you to pieces. No matter how serious things get with Stolas, I’m sure he’ll always keep space around for you too.” Ozzie passed a hand feather-light over Fizz’s back. “Now, are you sure you don’t want to call him?”
“Guess I should,” Fizz mumbled reluctantly. “Can we stay like this a little longer first, though?”
“As long as you want, Froggie,” Asmodeus promised, bending his ridiculously long neck down to kiss the top of Fizz’s hatted head.
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“Hey Fizz,” Blitzø said, sounding surprised as he answered the call. “I thought you were with Oz, everything okay?”
Fizz just knew, because he knew Blitzø so well, that the second the words left his mouth he’d start spiraling into the fear that everything was not in fact okay, so he answered hastily, “Yeah, we’re all good, don’t worry.”
“Oh. Good.” There was a staticky pause. “So why ya calling? Gonna miss your shift tomorrow?”
“No, I’ll be there,” Fizz assured him. There was another stretch of silence while Fizz tried to formulate what he wanted to say. Maybe it was a bit ridiculous that he was calling when they’d be seeing each other in person in less than 24 hours. Shit, just the day before last they’d been fucking around like usual.
“I’ve just been missing you I guess,” he said finally, swallowing his pride, “and I want more details about how your dinner with Stolas’s kid went. You know how Stolas loves texting. I've heard more about it from him than you.”
“Shit, sorry Fizz.” He sounded appropriately guilty at least, Fizz thought. “I didn’t mean to leave you out of the loop. Can I come home with you after work tomorrow? I’ve been missing you too. We can catch each other up on everything. Feels like I barely know what’s been going on with you and Ozzie either.”
A rush of relief nearly made Fizz dizzy. It seemed Blitzø wasn’t getting tired of him after all.
“Yeah that sounds good,” Fizz managed, around an odd lump in his throat. “Maybe we can go out? We haven’t been on a real date in forever.”
“Fuck yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you,” Blitzø said. “Want me to plan something?”
“Yeah, Daddy,” said Fizz. “We can get ready at my place so you don’t even have to go home first.”
“Perfect, Loona will be thrilled,” Blitzø snorted. “She made a comment earlier about how she hasn’t had the place to herself in ages. What a drama queen, it's been like two days."
“Well let her know I’m stealing you away for at least tomorrow,” Fizz said firmly. “Maybe longer. I’m all freed up for the next few days. You got stuff with Stolas?”
“Nothing planned, but it's pretty much implied at this point that we see each other at least every couple of days. But hey, what if we planned something with the three of us? Or we could wait until Ozzie is available too, whatever you think is best. I don’t want us to be completely split off from each other over our new partners.”
Fizz smiled. “Doing something with the both of you would be great, actually. Best way to keep myself reasonable is to remind myself that I actually like the guy.”
Fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Fizz could clearly picture Blitzø on the other end of the line, brow furrowed and chewing his lip to shreds.
“I mean, I do really fucking like him,” Fizz added, hoping that would be enough reassurance. “I just don’t experience compersion as easily as you do, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know,” Blitzø said, sounding surprisingly matter-of-fact. “So let me make it clear that I’m not going anywhere, alright? And when all three of us are spending time together, anything that you know, happens, will involve you. Kay?”
“Okay,” Fizz said. The knot that had been strangling his heart for the last few days finally loosened. “Thanks, Blitz.”
“Any time, honey.”
“And maybe you and me can spend some time just us with Ozzie before we do a whole big group hang,” Fizz added.
“Slow but steady integration,” Blitzø said. “I like it.”
What would be the final result of this integration, Fizz wondered. But it was pointless to dwell. There was no way to predict.
“Yeah,” he said, for lack of anything better.
“Yeah,” Blitzø echoed.
Welp, seemed like the conversation was drawing to a natural close. “I should probably get back to Ozzie,” Fizz told him.
“Sounds good,” Blitzø agreed. “You feeling better? Got what you needed from me for now?”
Fizz smiled again. “I did. Love you, Blitz.”
“Love you too, Fizz. Tell the big rooster I say hey.” And then the call disconnected.
Fizz stared down at his phone, smile turning wry. Well that was an abrupt ending to an otherwise wonderful conversation. But it was fine. He pocketed the device and stretched out his arm, opening the bedroom door so that he could call down the stairs.
“Ozziiiiie, I’m off the phone! You better come fuck me or I’ll get myself off without you.”
The sound of the couch scraping across the floor as Ozzie got up too abruptly rang out, along with a warning, “Don’t you dare, Froggie, you keep those cute little hands to yourself until I get up there!”
In less than three heartbeats the lust demon was making his way through the doorway.
Fizz grinned lazily at his partner, hand already down his pants and working himself over quite thoroughly.
“Thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself,” Ozzie purred threateningly, bearing down on him.
“But I did, Daddy,” said Fizz, batting his eyelashes innocently. “See? The only thing I’m touching is myself.”
Asmodeus’s deep chocolatey laugh reverberated throughout the room and Fizz relished it. Shit, he’d bathe in it if he could. His hand stilled.
“I guess you got me there, baby,” Ozzie said. “But I think you knew what I meant. Should I punish you anyways?”
“Nah.” Fizz withdrew his hand from his pants completely and sat up, slinging himself into Ozzie’s grasp and planting a kiss, beaky mouth to beaky mouth. “I mean, unless you really want to. I could go along with it.”
Ozzie chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Fizz again. “I think I can look past it this time around, as long as you agree to behave now.”
“Hmmm.” Fizz tilted his head, pretending to think. “What’s under this ‘behave’ umbrella, huh?’
“Oh, you know,” Asmodeus said airily, settling on the bed with Fizz. “You squirm and make pretty noises for me while I have my wicked way with you. Think you can handle that?”
“I can absolutely handle that, Big Daddy,” Fizz said, a shit-eating smirk crossing his face. “I think the real question is, can you handle me?”
As it turned out, Ozzie could in fact handle him no problem. He snatched Fizz out the air easily, barely before he’d even begun his bratty break for it.
Before Fizz knew it, he was pinned firmly beneath one of Ozzie’s giant hands, special attention being paid to his upper back, thighs, and both wrists. It held him in the most perfectly prone position, and the pressure across his back was actually just the right amount to ease some of this ever-present stress pain.
“Gotcha,” Ozzie said playfully. “Behaving now?”
Since Ozzie had generously given him so many chances, Fizz decided to concede. It had nothing to do with the way his brain started melting out of his skull the second he’d been pinned.
Going limp like a baby quieve, Fizz folded his fingers into a thumbs up.
“That’s my good little froggie,” Asmodeus said approvingly. “Now I think, but correct me if I’m wrong, that you wanted me to fuck your brains out, is that right?”
“Yes,” Fizz grumbled into the mattress, only slightly put-out that his game had finished before it had even begun.
Ozzie knelt to drag his sinful tongue over the top of Fizz’s spine. “Good thing that’s my specialty.”
The rest of the petulance slipped away. Hell yeah, this was promising to be better than a silly bratty game. Ozzie loved a nice long foreplay, and Fizz was very much on board.
“I know how you get a little extra bratty when you’re stressed out-”
Fizz snorted. Nuh uh, he was just always bratty. But then again, he was also always stressed out. Shit. Maybe Ozzie had his number in more ways than just literally.
“-but why don’t you just let me worry about everything for a little while, huh?”
Ohhh shit, Ozzie was so fucking good at this. Fizz shivered. “Okay,” he said. “Do your best. I’m all yours. For now.”
“I know you are, honey.” Asmodeus considered him, tilting his head for a moment. “If I let you up, you’ll stay put.” It wasn’t a question, but Fizz’s first instinct was to disagree always, even if just in his head.
“I think I’ll start with a massage, for my good little froggie,” Asmodeus continued, aaand never mind, Fizz was in fact staying put.
Gingerly, Ozzie lifted his hand, probably because past experiences had proven Fizz rarely did what he was told.
But hey, Fizz could defy everyone’s expectations if he wanted. Plus he really wanted that massage. So he didn’t move. In fact, he let out a heavy sigh and went even more boneless, turning his face out of the pillows so that he could sneak a glance at his partner.
Ozzie was looking at him approvingly. Fizz would die before he admitted it, but seeing such satisfaction from his good behavior made him feel soppy and warm inside. Almost as good as a creampie.
“Good boy,” Ozzie cooed, stroking firmly down Fizz’s aching back with the pad of his pointer finger. “Any parts I should focus more on?”
“Shoulders and hips,” Fizz grunted, wrapping his tail around Ozzie’s wrist, trying to guide him.
Asmodeus paused and used his other hand to unwind the appendage. “Nuh uh, you’re relaxing right now. If you want my fingers somewhere, you can use your words. Want me to tie it out of the way all pretty so you’re not tempted?”
Well that sent a throb directly to Fizz’s clit. “Fuck yeah Big Daddy, tie me up.”
Ozzie chuckled, already reaching for a coil of rope hanging next to the headboard. “Now why did I start calling you Froggie instead of Bunny again? P”
“‘Cuz of my cute croaky voice,” Fizz reminded him, letting out a small ‘ribbit’ and giggling. “But hey! I can be both. Anyways, they both jump.”
“That’s true.” Ozzie was tying a quick-release knot right under the spade of Fizz’s tail already. Then he wrapped the tail and the rope down one of Fizz’s legs, neatly pinning it out of the way. “But this little bunny-frog ain’t going anywhere right now, isn’t that right?”
“He’ll be leaving if you don’t start that massage back up,” Fizz grumbled, but they both knew the words held no weight.
Especially because Asmodeus’s hands were back on him in an instant, this time both of them moving in firm symmetrical strokes across his shoulders.
Fizz moaned unapologetically, feeling the stubborn knots in his muscles finally giving way under the steady ministrations.
“Getting all worked up already?” Ozzie teased. “I must be good.”
If his tail had been free, Fizz would have whapped him with it. Since he couldn’t do that, Fizz rolled his eyes instead. “No touching my holes until you’re finished with my lower back.”
“Of course.”
The rest of the massage was so languid and thorough that Fizz nearly regretted his words. Which was, he was sure, the point.
The last place Asmodeus put his focus on was the joint where Fizz’s tail connected to his body, a place that famously got him going like no other.
“Ooozzieeeee,” Fizz whined, his tail thrashing so hard it was starting to loosen the tie. He was humping the mattress, just a little, prosthetic fingers digging into the padding.
“Just giving you that massage like you wanted,” Asmodeus said innocently, one of his pointer fingers ‘accidentally’ slipping into the crack of Fizz’s ass.
“I’m relaxed now!” Fizz insisted, even though he was clearly getting more revved up by the second. “You can get on to the fun stuff.”
“Whatever my Froggie wants,” Ozzie acquiesced. He tugged at the quick-release knot to let Fizz’s tail go free. “Alright bunny, sit up so I can take your clothes off.”
Fizz planted his hands underneath his chest, ready to heave himself into a sitting position.
“Slowly,” Asmodeus cautioned, offering him a supportive finger. Clearly a ruse because as soon as Fizz was upright, the finger was slipping under his shirt and carefully drawing it over his head.
“Hat secure?” Ozzie checked, even though he’d seen Fizz with it off a handful of times by now. Never during sex though. Horns were a symbol of virility amongst imps, so apparently having sex with his stumps showing was just plain humiliating- in a decidedly bad way.
“Yep,” Fizz said, flinging himself back down, onto his back this time, wiggling helpfully as Ozzie pulled down his pants.
“Now what’s this?” Ozzie asked, arching a glowing green eyebrow as he took in the bare skin. “No panties?” He tsked. “Naughty naughty.”
“Nuh uh,” Fizz contradicted. “I was giving you easy access, so actually I think that makes me extra good.” He spread his legs wide, showing off his half-hard cocklet and fresh clean holes, ready for use.
Asmodeus laughed, sliding into his stomach to get in between the stumps of Fizz’s thighs. “Of course, silly me. Guess I should give you something nice for being so thoughtful then, huh? May I?”
“Well if you insist,” Fizz said magnanimously, and then Ozzie’s tongue was licking hotly over his cunt and he found that the only sound he could make was a strangled moan.
“So sweet and delicious,” Ozzie hummed, nuzzling deeper into the slick folds. He brought a careful finger into play, not inserting, as was Fizz’s preference, but using it just to spread the lips of his cunt apart. His sinful mouth enveloped Fizz’s cocklet for a blessed moment and the imp’s eyes slid shut.
They popped open a second later when Ozzie’s mouth disappeared. “Hey!”
“You mind handing me the lube, Fizzy?” Asmodeus asked, smirking at Fizz’s irritation. Fuck, the big guy learned really quick to give just as good as he got.
Fizz nearly threw it in his face, but Ozzie easily scooped it out of the air before it made contact. It was a soft tube anyways, probably wouldn’t have hurt him.
“Thank you, honey.” Amsmodeus was smirking like a smug sonufabitch around Fizz’s cock as he went back to work, skilfully drizzling lube over his fingers without looking.
All was quickly forgiven as two flexible fingers massaged at Fizz’s hole before slipping inside.
“Fuuuck,” Fizz groaned, his face screwing up in pleasure.
“That’s the plan,” Ozzie said lightly, drawing back again so he could study Fizz’s face as he curled the digits and began to thrust.
Fizz could feel his cheeks turning red, even as his dick twitched and pussy got wetter from the intense scrutiny.
He knew he made faces that other demons considered sexy while he was getting fucked. Shit, it was something he was secretly a little prideful about. Still, it was a little embarrassing just how much Ozzie liked staring him right in the eyeballs while he did unspeakably sexy (and occasionally fucked up) things to Fizz’s body.
A newly angled thrust had Fizz’s head lolling back, his lips curling into a mindless smile as an involuntary groan punched its way out of him.
Now that Ozzie couldn’t see his face without some concentrated effort, he went back to applying his talented tongue to Fizz’s cock, adding a third finger- not to Fizz’s ass, but to his soaking cunt.
It was unclear how the fuck he was managing to rub Fizz’s G-spot and prostate so targetedly, simultaneously; Fizz was quite certain fingers didn’t usually bend like that. But really, he was already too fuck-drunk to care.
He came explosively, right into Ozzie’s mouth, his internal muscles constricting so tightly that the fingers had to momentarily stop their movement. Fizz whined high and loud when his partner’s tongue kept right on going, lapping up his milky spend to the point of overstimulation. A deep huff of laughter escaped Ozzie’s chest and Fizz knew it was because he was enjoying his strong reactivity.
Tears had formed in the corner of Fizz’s eyes before Asmodeus finally let up with his mouth, his fingers still working their magic inside of him, able to resume their thrusting motions once more.
“That’s my gorgeous boy,” Asmodeus praised, reaching out and hooking the fingers of his other hand behind Fizz’s teeth so that he could tug the imp’s head up and meet his eyes. “Feeling good, Froggie?”
“Freeng shoooo guud,” Fizz slurred nonsensically, his tongue laving sloppily at the digits occupying his mouth.
At some unknown point during the magnificent head he’d been getting, Fizz’s legs had shot out and wound themselves several times around Ozzie’s middle. Now he used them to tug his lust demon closer, until the massive bulge in his pants was flush with Fizz’s ass. He clenched purposefully down on the fingers still in his holes and widened his eyes as pathetically as he could. “Fuck me now?” he asked, muffled through the intrusion in his mouth.
“Sure thing, honey.” Finally, Ozzie withdrew his fingers from the various orifices they’d been residing in.
Without thinking about it too much, Fizz unwound his legs from around his lover and rolled onto his stomach.
Ozzie’s palm stroked from his ass to his hip softly. “This the position you want?”
“Yeah,” Fizz said, muffled into the mattress. He turned his face out of it for a moment to look back at his partner. “That okay?” He knew Ozzie had a preference for looking at him while they fucked, but Fizz had already been overly perceived today. Face-down felt safer, for the moment. Plus, after the phone call, massage, and insane orgasm, fatigue was starting to set in.
“Of course, baby.” For a blessed moment, Ozzie applied a firm pressure to the back of Fizz’s neck, pinning him in place to show just how on-board he was. “You just wanna lay there and take it from me, hmm?”
Cheeks flushing, Fizz nodded, his face back in the mattress.
“Handcuffs?” Asmodeus offered, because he was perfect. But…
“No,” Fizz said, lifting his head a little this time to make sure he could be heard clearly. “Hold me down. Just want you.”
“You got me,” Ozzie assured him softly, planting his knees on either side of Fizz in preparation of draping his body over the imp’s. He bent over to kiss the back of Fizz’s neck, gently pressing
him back into a face-down position. “You’re gonna make me feel so good.”
Fizz let out a shuddery sigh, surrendering to being used- one of his favorite feelings.
“That’s it, you stay nice and relaxed,” Ozzie breathed, and then the spongy head of his cock was gliding its way along the crack of Fizz’s cheeks, incredibly hard and obviously throbbing.
The tip pushed its way inside; Fizz couldn’t believe how much heat Ozzie’s cock was giving off. It was working for him, the sensation was pleasant and it made him feel quite intensely desired. Fizz moaned whorishly into the pillows, the only action he allowed his body to make as Ozzie settled all the way inside of him. The stretch was as always, absolutely mind numbing.
A satisfied groan emanated from Ozzie’s chest as he lowered himself on top of Fizz, crushing him gently into the mattress. He’d utterly perfected the ability to let just enough weight fall to be binding, but not painful. Ozzie wasn’t much for pain.
“You feel so good,” Asmodeus purred, his voice a tad shakier than usual.
Fizz whined in agreement. It was true, he felt fucking amazing. His arms extended, and a second later his hands were covered in big blue ones and pinned down, just like he’d asked.
Ozzie’s hips began a gentle forward-circular thrusting motion and it started feeling even better.
As Fizz got louder — and boy did he get louder — so did Asmodeus, his sighs and pants becoming more audible in response.
“Fuck,” Fizz gasped as Ozzie adjusted postions, rubbing along his insides in new and interesting ways.
“That’s what we’re doing,” Ozzie agreed cheekily, rather breathless. “Ready for me to make you a pretty little mess?”
Fizz keened, the overwhelming sensations battling with his ability to form a coherent sentence within his brain. “Just a little longer,” he finally managed to beg. A tremendous orgasm was building up inside of him. The friction of his cock against the bed combined with the sparks flying through his skin with every thrust Asmodeus made was about to be absolutely explosive.
“Of course Honey,” Ozzie panted, his hands tightening over Fizz’s as he tried to reign himself in just a little. “It’s not a proper mess unless you’ve come all over me first, right?”
Eyes squeezing tightly shut, Fizz chomped down on his pillow and screamed as his orgasm rushed through him, every single one of his nerves lighting up. All of his muscles tightened, making him feel Ozzie’s cock even more as it hammered into him relentlessly.
Asmodeus was praising him in gasped little nothings, “Oh fuck baby, that’s it, you feel so good. Keep taking it, Daddy’s gonna fill you up-” and then he followed Fizz over the edge. Warmth filled Fizz to the brim, such a comforting feeling that he went lax, even as pleasure that would usually have him tensing up continued to course through him.
It was a tricky maneuver for Asmodeus to keep from crushing Fizz beneath him once he’d come, but he had very quickly perfected a small swivel to ensure he always collapsed a bit to the side when he could no longer hold himself up.
“Thank you Fizzie,” said Ozzie. He scooped the imp up and deposited him on top of his sweaty pectorals so they could snuggle close. “Did you have a good time?”
Fizz snorted weakly, his limbs limp noodles pooled around them. “Obviously. Thank you, Oz.”
“Any time,” Asodeus said simply. And he meant it. It was certainly no chore to fuck his pretty partner.
For a few minutes they just laid together in silence, Ozzie tracing lines and circles on Fizz’s back as the post-sex haze dissipated. Then Fizz’s limbs retracted and he let out a sigh. “Yeah, that definitely fucking helped. Good for you too?”
“Of course,” Ozzie assured him, his fingers stilling. “Do you need anything? Water? A snack?”
“I’ve got a tall glass of water and a whole-ass meal right here,” Fizz leered, lifting his head to grin at his lover. The movement made stars cloud his vision. “...buuttt maybe some juice wouldn’t be out of place,” he conceded.
“Coming right up,” Asmodeus said cheerfully, and clasping Fizz carefully to his chest, snagging their post-sex hoodies, he brought them downstairs so they could debrief on the couch.
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Once sat on the couch, cozy in their respective sweaters with with cups of juice in hand and an assortment of meat and cheese on the table in front of them, Ozzie took a deep breath. Fizz seemed to be on a more even keel now. He could do this.
“So I guess your call with Blitz went well?” He asked. “You certainly seemed to be in a lovely mood afterwards.”
“Oh yeah, I feel way better about everything now,” Fizz said, waving a hand around dismissively. “We’re gonna go on a date tomorrow after work, catch up with everything each other has been doing and all that fun stuff. Plus we decided to start spending more time in group settings, so that’ll probably help with my little feeling-excluded-from-Blitz’s-life problem.”
“I know you’ve been having a hard time with it all, Froggie,” Asmodeus said, “but any demon with eyes can see that Blitz most definitely loves you.” He paused. “And I don’t want to infringe on that of course, but if it helps at all, so do I.” A deep shaky breath, and then reiteration. "I love you."
A weird staticy rushing sound filled Fizz’s ears. Oh. He.. hadn’t been expecting that. Not so soon. Maybe not ever. What a turn this conversation had suddenly taken.
“I… love you too,” he heard himself say. It was a little mechanical.
Shit. Fuck. His arms were supposed to be the only mechanical things about him.
Now Ozzie was frowning at him. Not severely or anything, just thoughtful, maybe a little disappointed. “Oh Froggie, you don’t have to say it back honey,” he said gently.
“But I wanted to!” Fizz protested. He rubbed the back of his neck, right below the edge of his hat. “I really do. I… love you.” This time it at least came out sounding a little more genuine. It just felt so strange to say it to someone that wasn’t Blitzø. He shifted uncomfortably. Welp, honesty would have to do. “I’ve just never said that to anyone except Blitz before.”
Ozzie’s eyes widened and his cheeks tinted green. “Oh shit, I didn't realize.” He picked up one of Fizz’s hands and pressed a kiss to the glowing knuckles. “I’m honored.” He set the hand back down and reached out to stroke across Fizz’s cheekbone lightly. “How are you feeling?”
“Weird,” Fizz said honestly. “But not bad. Is it uh, okay if we don’t dwell on this for now? Like don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely gonna be squealing like a little impling into my pillow later when it hits, but for now can we just…” he trailed off.
Like the perfect demon he was, Ozzie smiled and nodded. Fizz could barely detect even a hint of disappointment anymore. “Whatever you want, baby. Want me to get us a J and restart that stand up we were watching earlier?”
Fizz relaxed, warm gooey emotions bubbling up inside of him. Maybe the squealing would actually be coming sooner. There would probably be feet-kicking too, and twirling his tail around his finger like a lovesick fool. That’s what he was, wasn’t he?
“Sounds good to me,” Fizz said, winding his arms around Asmodeus and drawing him in for a kiss before he could get up. “Thanks, Oz.”
“Anything for you,” Ozzie hummed, disappearing back upstairs to fetch the weed.
The second he was gone, Fizz grabbed a pillow and strangled it with both arms and tail. Fuck, He couldn’t believe Ozzie loved him. Asmodeus was a 13-foot tall lust demon who owned a very successful business and Fizz was just… Fizz. Like sure, he was funny. And cute. And apparently very good in the sack according to every demon he’d ever slept with. And technically he did co-own B.F.P. with Blitzø… Okay. Fizz smiled, the strangling loosening to a hug. Maybe it wasn’t entirely unbelievable that Ozzie could love him.
The sound of footfalls coming down the stairs reached Fizz’s ears, and his smile broadened. Look at that, some positive self-talk and what an improvement.
“You look happier,” Ozzie commented as he slid himself back onto the couch beside Fizz, lighting the joint and getting it started. He smiled, handing it to Fizz. “I love to see it.”
“You love me,” Fizz reminded him cheekily, like Ozzie might have forgotten in the span of the minute it took for him to go up and down a level. He took a deep drag and nestled himself into Ozzie’s side. “Stopped feeling weird, obviously. I’m awesome so of course you love me. And you’re probably the best demon I’ve ever met — don’t get me wrong, I love Blitz but he thinks playing bumper car with his van is fun — so of course I love you too. I mean, I’d been thinking it.”
“That you’re awesome?” Asmodeus said, amused. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with Fizz and his occasional swiftly-shifting moods, but he kinda… loved it.
“That I love you,” Fizz said matter-of-factly. “I was being insecure, but since I had a moment to think it over, there’s no reason either of us would say it if we didn’t mean it.” He took a second drag and handed the joint back to Asmodeus, who took a hit of his own.
“You know, you’re the only person I’ve ever said it to at all,” Ozzie told him, smoke drifting from his mouth. “Romantically, at least. It was just about lust for me for so long. I had no idea that sex could actually be better in a relationship.”
Fizz shrugged. “That might actually just be sex with me. Wait ‘til Blitz is there too, we’re gonna blow your fucking mind.”
Ozzie laughed, one of Fizz’s favorite sounds in all of Hell. “I guess we’ll have to see about that one.”
“I guess we will,” Fizz said, brattily reaching for the joint even though it hadn’t been offered to him again yet and plucking it from between his partner’s fingers. “Now we gonna watch this show, or what?”
“Whatever you want,” Ozzie said, like he so often did, scooping up the remote with his newly freed hand.
If they needed to talk more later, they would. But for now, Ozzie and Fizz cuddled together on the couch and hit play.