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Asmodeus traced around the top of his cup, huffing out. ‘Solomon didn’t come, he promised to meet me here…’ Solomon, despite not liking clubs, had accepted his invite for a night out. Asmodeus had worn his best outfit, done his make-up perfectly and put on the most wonderful perfume, all in excitement that he could impress Solomon. But the sorcerer had yet to show up, and the demon was starting to lose hope.

With the corner of his eye, he spotted a creature coming towards him. He had been aware that the demon had been watching him for a while, but then again who wouldn’t? He was the beautiful and charming avatar of lust after all. He felt his arm snake around his waist. The man pulled him closer.

“Hello beautiful.” He kissed his scent gland, to which Asmodeus visibly flinched. This poor excuse of a demon didn’t actually think he could claim him, did he?

“Mind accompanying me to the rooms back there?” He gestured with his head. “I’ll have you scream my name while you ride my-” Asmodeus slapped the hand on his waist and pushed the man away. “I have better things to do than waste my time on scumbags like you.” He said in a jolly tune. He was not going to scowl and get wrinkles because of some greedy idiot. The man laughed at him.

“You’re telling me you dressed up this sexy just for show? C’mon, you wanted to get laid didn’t you?” Asmodeus looked the man up and down. The man wasn’t exactly handsome, but he wasn’t that bad looking.

“Maybe I did want some action tonight.” The man smiled and put his hand where it was before. “But definitely not with you.” He pushed him away again, this time with a smirk. He wasn’t about to let this low rank demon take advantage of him. The man tched and grabbed his hair, pulling him towards his face. Asmodeus yelped at the sudden action.

“Now you listen to me you little minx.” He had a threatening voice. “You be an obedient omega and follow me to the private rooms.” His face came closer to his neck. “And I’ll leave your gland unscathed.” Asmodeus stood silent. ‘This was not supposed to go this way…’ He gulped. “You wouldn’t dare to mark me.” He retorted back. “I’m the beautiful Avatar of Lust while you’re just some low rank-” He stopped after he felt the mans fangs on his scent gland.

“You wanna repeat that, oh so powerful Avatar of Lust?“ Asmodeus started to panic. ‘Not again, this isn’t happening again…’ The man took his silence as a sign of submission and started to guide him back to where the private rooms were. “See, wasn’t that hard now was it?” Before they could enter the corridor, the man felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Excuse me sir.” Asmodeus snapped out of his panicked state. He knew that voice. “I think you have the wrong guy. That demon you’re holding is supposed to be my date.”

Solomon.

“Your date? Don’t make me laugh, a mere human going out with The Avatar of Lust?” Asmodeus’ face got stern at his words.

‘Oh no he didn’t’

With a single punch from the demon, he got sent straight into the wall. “Don’t you dare talk about my sorcerer that way! He’s more powerful than you’ll ever be.” Solomon put a hand on his shoulder before he could do anything else. “Just leave him for your brothers. They’ll make sure to give him hell. Ironically.” Asmodeus giggled at him, but then remembered that he was very late to their meet up, so he started pouting.

“Where were you!” He yelled dramatically. “I dressed up all pretty for you to see, not for other demons! Not that I don’t like the attention, but you weren’t there to see me at my prettiest!” Asmodeus sniffled. “I know Asmo, I’m sorry for being late. One of my potions fell off the shelf and exploded inside my room, so I had to clean it.” Solomon explained. “You can still sort of smell the acid on me. Don’t worry it’s harmless.” Indeed, a faint but sharp smell could be heard from the sorcerer. “Let me make it up to you. Drinks are on me, we can go anywhere you desire.” This sparked his interest. “Well then get your wallet ready, because I don’t intend to leave this club sober.”

Solomon knew he was in for a long night. Asmodeus wanted to get drunk, and his alcohol tolerance was ridiculous. “Let’s get started then, cause we aren’t leaving ‘till dawn.”

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Solomon slammed his shot glass and the counter. He wasn’t as good with alcohol as Asmodeus was, but he could still take a few good shots. Meanwhile on the other side however… “Hah~! Just what I needed, a night out with my favorite sorcerer!” Asmodeus was already seven shots in. Over 5 for him ment slightly tipsy. But it wasn’t anywhere near his drunk state. “You know other sorcerers?” Solomon retorted back, a slight growl in his voice. “Oh?~ I didn’t peg you for the possessive type Solomon.” Their faces got closer to each other. “Keep drinking Sol, the night is still young~”

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Solomon groaned at himself. ‘I really shouldn’t abuse my immortality like this.’ “What’s wrong dearest?” Breathy talk, meaning Asmodeus had well over 15 shots. “Can’t handle a little alcohol?” Solomon laughed and cringed at the smell of alcohol in his breath. “10 shots is barely ‘a little’ love.” Asmodeus looked at him with slightly wide eyes. “ ‘Love’? Pet names, huh? You’re tipsy.” Solomon smiled. “You know me so well kitten.”

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‘Almost there.’ He thought. Solomon was barely able to think straight at that point. He knew he was drunk and gone, while Asmodeus was almost in his druken state with around 20 shots. He told himself he should stop, and let Asmodeus drink the rest. That was before Asmodeus noticed him stop and approached him after taking a shot. He held the sorcerers chin and turned him towards himself, locking their lips and feeding him the alcohol in his mouth. He let go after he was certain Solomon had swallowed. “We can’t have you stopping now, can we?”

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He was going to black out. He was certain of it. Solomon couldn’t see nor could he think straight. Lucky for him, Asmodeus was in the same state. The occasional soft moans and grindings on the chair proved it. “Solomon~” He tilted his head back. “You said we’d go anywhere I’d desire right?” Solomon hazily smirked at him. “Mhm, anywhere my demon desires.” Asmodeus shuddered at the pet name. “Let’s go back to my room, I want you.” He walked towards him and sat on his lap as he bared his scent gland in submission. “Please alpha~ Give me you knot, I need it, your scent is so good!~” Solomon grabbed his waist as he felt Asmodeus wrap his legs around his own and reached into his pocket. He slammed a pouch of grimm on the counter and locked the demon into a heated kiss. He felt his vision go blurry from the drinks he had as he carried the very needy omega back to his room.

“Mmm…” Asmodeus woke up with the so called sun shining on his face. ‘What happened last night?’ He felt a weight on his body and realized Solomon had spooned him during his sleep. His head pounded in pain. ‘Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to drink ‘till dawn…’ He tried to get up, but the moment he moved, Solomon held him down and pulled him closer, knocking a moan out of Asmodeus. ‘Why did I just… oh… ’

Solomon was still in. Asmodeus now had no questions left about the previous night. He smiled and mentally laughed. ‘My, my~ Solomon must have drank a lot if he gave into me.’ Speaking of giving in, Asmodeus could feel his clit throb in anticipation. He slowly lowered his hand and touched it, instantly making himself moan. ‘So sensitive… Solomon must have done a toll on me. Shame I don’t remember any of it…’ He started to move his fingers around his twitching clit in attempt to pleasure himself.

After a while, he huffed in want. ‘Not enough, not enough… Solomon, I wish you were awake…’ He moved his hand faster at the thought of the sorcerer. Instinctively, he rocked his hips back and forth, instantly moaning at the feeling. “Oh yes…” he mumbled as he went faster. His sounds were getting louder, but in all honesty, he couldn’t have cared less about waking the human up. “Solomon, Solomon, Solomon, fuck, fuck fuck…” He gasped as he felt his g-spot being nudged. “Oh, yes~! Solomon, fuck me like that- UHN-” A sudden thrust knocked his breath away.

“Like this?” He heard a raspy voice near his neck, the breath tickling his ear. The thrusts continued without a break, making Asmodeus’ eyes roll back in pleasure. “Was last night not enough for you beautiful?” With a particularly hard thrust, he nudged the omega’s cervix, making Asmodeus moan loudly as he gripped the sheets. “You were begging me to fill and knock you up last night. Still up for that idea now that you’re sober?”

Oh.

He did want that. “You were bearing your neck every chance you got. Did you want me that much?” Solomon was ruthless with his speed. Every thrust knocked a moan out of the lust demon. “Then again, you didn’t let me pull out after I finished. You must have really wanted to guarantee pregnancy.” Fuck, Asmodeus knew he was drunk when he did that, but the pure idea of it sounded so intriguing. “Sol~ ahn~! Solomon~ Fuck, do it. I want it, your- ah~ knot! Please, please, please, alpha~ You fill me up so good~!” That was all the motivation Solomon needed. He was already close from Asmodeus clenching onto him with his own approaching orgasm, the idea of Asmodeus swollen up with his children was more than enough to send him off the edge.

“Shit Asmo, gonna fill you up.” He could feel his knot starting to swell up. “Yes, yes yes~!” Asmodeus was long gone into pleasure. With one last thrust, Solomon locked himself into the omega, painting his insides white. The feeling of Solomon filling him up sent Asmodeus off the edge as he clenched down on the alpha. Both of them panted heavily as they came back to their senses.

“Fucking hell Asmodeus…” Solomon breathed out as the other hummed happily. “Are you… really not on the pill?” The demon laughed at him. “The last time I took a pill was last night before I went to the club. It should have worn off by 3 o’clock in the morning.” Solomon sighed. “I didn’t even properly claim you yet. I can’t exactly do that if you’re pregnant.” That was correct, they couldn’t fight each other for mating if the other was carrying a child. “We could do it after the birth. Plus, I’m not in heat. The chances of pregnancy out of heat are almost zero.” He reminded him. “Now get that plug, I don’t want all this precious load of yours to go to waste.” Solomon laughed and kissed his neck as he reached for the bedside drawer.

“Good morning!” Asmodeus chirped to his brothers as Solomon followed behind him. “Good morning Asmodeus. Care to explain why he is here?” Lucifer growled at him. “Who, Solomon? Oh Luci, you’re too up tight! Can’t I have a friend over?” Lucifer gave him a look. “Friend, hah? I highly doubt that’s what ya’ relationship is with that sorcerer!” Mammon joined the conversation. “For once, I agree with Mammon.” Lucifer didn’t drop his gaze. “Well I personally doubt that you only see Lord Diavolo as an ‘acquaintance’ ” Asmodeus said teasingly, making air quotes. “But I don’t say anything about it.” Lucifer froze as his face blossomed pink. Small snickers from Belphegor and Mammon could be heard. Satan was mostly quiet, possibly planning out a murder for Diavolo. Beel was just confused and Levi was unfazed as he continued tapping on his switch. “I… Do not know what you’re talking about…” He turned to the side.

“As to answer your previous question properly Lucifer.” Solomon cut in. “Asmodeus invited me out last night and I accepted, but he was harassed by a low-rank greed demon while we were drinking. So I escorted him back here to ensure his safety and just happened to fall asleep here.” He left some bits out for obvious reasons. Like how he was late to the meet up and how Asmodeus was almost claimed by that scumbag of a demon, and also the parts where they got too drunk to even remember their names along with the actual events of last night and the morning after.

The room went silent to his explanation. “I see. Thank you for ensuring that Asmodeus was alright.” The eldest spoke. “Please, join us for breakfast and give us a very detailed explanation about what this demon looked like.” Asmodeus giggled as his brothers agreed. He leaned into Solomon.

“Nice thinking. Even though it was half true.” He whispered at him as he watched his brothers get up to help with breakfast. “Well I had to come up with something that wouldn’t give this,  away.” The sorcerer guided his hand down between his legs and pressed up onto the plug, making Asmodeus’ breath hitch. “Plus, that scumbag touched something that belonged to me, and with the help of your brothers, I will ensure that he won’t again.” He let go of the lust demon and made his way to the dining hall, ready to give the description of his life, leaving Asmodeus all hot and bothered. ‘Not fair Solomon…’ His hand held his aching pussy.

‘Not fair~’