Who Left The Hickey? SoloDeus Oneshot
ship: Solomon x Asmodeus
word count: 2476
warnings: none
summary: Perhaps it was the heat getting to his head, or maybe it was the feeling of Solomon’s skin against his own that made Asmo utter his next words. “I would put even more of my marks on you if I could, you know?” he mumbled, a sultry rasp to his voice. “They’d look so incredibly good on you.”
“What’s stopping you then?” Solomon had always been bad at saying no when it came to Asmo, mostly because he rarely ever wanted to.
In a heartbeat, Asmodeus pushed Solomon against the wall, his hands sliding up to rest against the sides of his neck. He looked up at him impatiently, his lips pulled into a small pout.
“Solomonnn,” Asmodeus moaned. He was lying on his stomach on Solomon’s couch, his head propped up on one hand as he lazily inspected his nails. “I’m incredibly bored.”
Solomon looked up from the experiment he was currently working on. “And what do you want me to do about it?”
Asmo shot him a side-glance and dropped his head. “I don’t know. Entertain me, delight me, just do something .” He lifted his head back up and let his gaze wander across the room. Solomon had returned to his workstation, his head bowed low as he checked the screws on the apparatus he’d been tinkering on for hours without end.
For once, Solomon had switched out his regular turtleneck for a flowy poet blouse. The day had been particularly hot and Solomon tended to take to the heat like a wilting flower. He wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead.
Asmo followed the motion with his eyes, feeling a sense of curiosity growing in his chest.
The dark fabric of Solomon’s shirt was thin enough for Asmo to be able to make out the shape of his body. A good amount of Solomon’s countless pact marks was on full display. Inevitably, Asmo’s eyes started to wander in search of his own. Its intricate lines were etched into Solomon’s chest, only visible when he leant down and gravity ever so kindly dared to expose his cleavage.
Gracefully, Asmodeus pushed himself up and moved closer towards Solomon. It was rare for him to have his marks out on full display like that and it filled him with quite the peculiar feeling.
He crawled over to the edge of the couch which was facing Solomon’s workstation. “Hey, Solomon,” he started.
Solomon simply hummed as he kept on tinkering away. Asmo jutted his bottom lip out and exhaled, a bit annoyed at being ignored. “Hey, Devildom to Solomon!”
“Hm?” Although more vocal, that still wasn’t the response Asmo wanted. Begrudgingly, he got up and walked over to him. Asmodeus placed himself behind Solomon and put his head on his shoulder. “ So-lo-mon~ ” he repeated, a soft whisper in the sorcerer's ear. His breath hit Solomon’s neck and the man shivered noticeably. The reaction was compelling enough to have Asmo’s interest piqued. How endearing . As he turned his head closer towards his neck, he made sure to have his hair tickle against Solomon’s skin.
“Are you done ignoring me?” he mumbled. Although Solomon rarely partook in Asmo’s shenanigans, it was still incredibly fun to tease him from time to time.
“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was trying to focus,” Solomon answered with a quiet chuckle and leaned into Asmodeus. He was still holding a screwdriver in one hand, so Asmo reached around, took it from him and placed it on the table. His eyes fell down Solomon’s shirt again to where his pact mark was. Somehow, it was not enough just seeing it up close. The fact that it was surrounded by other demon’s marks was equally as astounding as it was off-putting to him. After all, he disliked other people putting claim on what was so clearly supposed to be his.
Asmodeus was filled with the sudden urge to reach down and put his hands on Solomon’s chest. He giggled at the feeling, but slid his arms around Solomon’s waist instead. He was quite aware of Solomon’s boundaries and wouldn’t overstep them without explicit permission. He pulled himself even closer and pressed his cheek against Solomon’s skin, smiling against it.
“Will you pay attention to me now?”
Solomon glanced down towards Asmo and smiled. “How could I not?” he said, finally giving in. The switch was obvious and Asmo knew he finally had his undivided attention.
“So what’s going through your mind? You’ve been looking at me with that very peculiar expression in your eyes for a while now.”
“What expression would that now be?” Asmodeus asked innocently as he batted his eyes. “Hopefully a pretty one.”
“You tell me. It’s still there.”
Asmodeus giggled and shifted his head more to the side. It had been a while since Solomon allowed him to get this close and he could feel his restraint fraying at the very edges. “Just fighting against my own nature,” he admitted with a small sigh. “These,” he slid his hand over Solomon’s collarbone, letting it hover there for a moment as he let his fingers run along a few of the pact marks, tracing the dark lines. “I don’t like these. They egg me on. And although I find your power incredibly sexy, it still bothers me.”
Solomon let his hands slide over Asmo’s. “Quite the possessive streak you've got there, Asmodeus. I believe we've talked about this?”
“I know, I know. I am aware and,” he blew against Solomon’s neck softly, “ever so sorry. It’s just that I can't help it.”
Perhaps it was the heat getting to his head, or maybe it was the feeling of Solomon’s skin against his own that made Asmo utter his next words. “I would put even more of my marks on you if I could, you know?” he mumbled, a sultry rasp to his voice. “They’d look so incredibly good on you.”
Solomon stilled beneath him and Asmo knew he'd taken it too far. “Whoopsie,” he said sheepishly before pulling away to give Solomon some space again. “I overdid it, didn’t I?”
Solomon quickly turned around, taking hold of Asmos left arm before he could pull back, keeping him just as close as he’d been before. “But you weren't joking.” He tapped their pact mark. “In case you forgot, I can tell. And if I interpreted your feelings right, then you are quite serious about what you just said.”
Asmo’s eyes widened. “Oh! You naughty boy, tapping into me like that.” He smiled. “You got me there. Guilty as charged.” There was a blush on his face, pretty and pink, one Solomon had often observed from a safe distance away.
“There it is again,” he mumbled, brushing Asmo’s bangs out of his face. “What am I supposed to do with you?” Asmo pushed his cheek against Solomon’s hand and watched him from under his lashes, biting his tongue. “Hmm? Is something wrong? Are you planning to indulge me in my little fantasies after all?”
Solomon looked at Asmo and considered putting an end to whatever they had going on in that moment. Deep down however, he knew he would indulge Asmo today. Perhaps the heat was getting to him, lowering his carefully constructed defenses. Surprisingly, he realized that he did not mind. A strange sort of excitement was pulling at his seams.
“I can’t have my demon feeling bad now, can I? Is it not my duty to make sure you’re well taken care of and satisfied?”
“Oh, your demon?” It seems my master has an obsessive streak just as much as I do. Tsk tsk, Solomon.”
Solomon raised an eyebrow at that word, clearly bothered. “Asmo…” he started, then realized that the demon wasn’t acting meek at all. He was flirting. Asmo was in all seriousness flirting with him. With that revelation in mind Solomon changed tactics and leaned down towards his partner. “You can lay your claim on me as long as you never call me that again,” he mumbled.
Asmo’s eyes lit up and the redness on his cheeks darkened. “Solomon… You can’t just say that to me. I might get the wrong idea…”
“What’s stopping you then?” Solomon had always been bad at saying no when it came to Asmo, mostly because he rarely ever wanted to. “Perhaps I want you to get the wrong idea.”
In a heartbeat, Asmodeus pushed Solomon against the wall, his hands sliding up to rest against the sides of his neck. He looked up at him impatiently, his lips pulled into a small pout.
“Well,what are you waiting for?”
“Hell, you’re a tease!” Asmo buried one hand in the back of Solomon’s hair and pulled his head to the side with a fierce yet careful tug. Solomon watched him from hooded eyes as a smile tugged at his lips. One of Asmo’s hands slid further down, diving under the thin material of his shirt until he could feel the bones connecting his collarbone to his shoulder. He moved closer, lips mere inches apart from Solomon’s own. His breath was hot against his lips. Slowly, he slid one hand up towards Solomon’s neck again, moving closer.
“You know what I’ve always wondered, Solomon?”
“Pray tell.”
“I’ve always been curious to know how easily you would bruise,” he mumbled, his lips close to Solomon’s ear. His pointer rubbed against Solomon's jugular before tracing the skin. “How much effort would it take to have my lips leave dark bruises behind.” His voice was low, nothing more than a seductive whisper. “Against your jaw, on your neck, down to your chest.”
“Why don't you come and find out if you’re so curious?” The answer came quickly and without mercy for Asmo’s unsuspecting heart.
For a second, he looked up and their eyes met. Solomon raised his hand, coming to cradle Asmo’s jaw, his thumb running over soft skin while his other hand slid down to rest near his neck. Then he shifted his head, leant down and pressed his lips against Asmo’s. Soft lips met tender skin as Solomon missed the goal and kissed the corner of Asmo’s mouth instead. Carefully, Asmodeus lifted his hands to Solomon’s face and corrected the angle with the slightest touch of his hands. One hand slid around and came to rest in the tresses of Solomon’s snowy hair. He pulled at it slightly as he parted his lips, allowing Solomon to slip his tongue in. The kiss quickly turned passionate as Solomon pulled closer until they were chest to chest and Asmo tightened his grip on Solomon’s hair and angled his head for better access. Soon, his lips started to wander. It started with soft kisses pressed against the corner of Solomon’s mouth, which soon turned into sloppy kisses against his jawline as Asmo’s lips explored the possibilities of Solomon’s skin. Solomon’s hands started to wander, travelling from the sides of Asmo’s neck down to his waist, where they came to rest, almost as if he didn’t quite know where to touch the demon.
Asmo nibbled on the soft skin beneath Solomon’s ear, his eyes now a warm, peachy shade in the day’s fading light. Their eyes met and Solomon almost felt his heart drop into his pants. Perhaps this had been a mistake after all. Truthfully, he did not know how he would ever forget the sight of Asmo staring up at him, lips swollen and eyes glowing entrancingly.
“See something you like?” Asmo whispered into his ear, voice low. Solomon swallowed deeply. Before he could retort, Asmo started making good on his promise as he first pressed a chaste kiss against Solomon’s jugular.
“How cute,” he mumbled against it. “One could think it pulses just for me.” Something seemed to have roused Asmo’s possessive streak today.
Solomon chuckled, a bit out of breath. “Isn't that quite the conceited assumption to make?”
Then, the demon started to softly suckle on the skin, pulling it through his teeth after he was done. This time, Solomon couldn’t suppress a moan slipping past pulled apart lips, his words swallowed by Asmo’s skilled approach before he could cover his own mouth to drown out the salacious sounds that seemed to do nothing but egg Asmo further on. His efforts turned frantic as his mouth travelled further down, mapping out a trail of dark bruises until he eventually reached Solomon's collarbone.
“Have I ever told you how devilishly good this shirt looks on you?” he asked. “But now… I can't wait to see it on the floor.” Quickly, he slid impatient fingers past dark fabric, seconds away from removing it for good. Solomon took his hands off Asmo’s body to help him remove the offending piece of clothing, but Asmo quickly shut him up with a deep kiss, untying the laces that were keeping him from trailing more butterfly kisses down Solomon’s chest.
“Let me do it for you,” he murmured against his lips. Before he could get the shirt off, hands already lifting the hem, they were suddenly interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Solomon’s eyes darted towards the noise, but Asmo seemed far too focussed on getting to see more of Solomon’s skin to care.
“Solomon, can I come in?” Simeon’s voice cut through the heated atmosphere. Solomon and Asmo stilled, their eyes meeting. With a twinkle in his eyes, Asmo pressed another kiss against his lips before diving behind the couch just as the door opened.
Solomon held his unlaced shirt together with one hand, looking positively unravelled and somewhat sheepish. Simeon stilled when he took note of the sorcerer's dishevelled state, a hand raised to cover the amused smile that had snuck up on his face. “Maybe now’s a bad time?”
Mammon was waiting for Mc, the textbook he had just borrowed trapped under his arm. The door to the classroom sprung open and students started piling out one after the other. The demon kept his gaze glued to his phone although it was quite obvious he was waiting for someone, his foot tapping out an impatient rhythm against the floor.
Finally, Mc stepped out of the classroom. Their eyes lit up the moment they saw their pact partner was waiting for them.
“Mammon! What are you doing here?” they asked, their head tilted and lips pulled into a smile.
“What took you so long? Been waiting for ages,” Mammon grumbled as he slid his sunglasses from the top of his head onto his face. “I came to pick you up, ya know?”
Mc had an amused expression on their face as they started walking side-by-side. “And what gives me the honour?”
Mammon threw one arm over their shoulder, tilting his face closer to theirs. “Listen up,” he started, expression conspiratory. “So I went and borrowed a textbook from Solomon. I lost mine and Lucifer has been nagging me to borrow one for days.”
Mc furrowed their brows. “Did you lose it or did you sell it off?” they asked without missing a beat.
Mammon waved one hand in a dismissive manner. “Let's just say those babies aren't cheap. Anyway, not the issue right now. So I borrowed Solomon's textbook and guess what I saw? Dude is littered in hickeys.”
Mc’s eyes widened considerably and their heart started beating faster at the prospect of hot gossip. “What?! Who do you think did it?” Their voice dropped to a low whisper. Mc and Mammon’s eyes met and the name left their lips at the same time, one voice disbelieving, the other with much more certainty.
“Asmo?!”
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