#gwom

     Round and round and round and round...

     Your spin of the bottle had been rather hard, you realized. The bottle took almost thirty seconds to stop. 

     You chewed your lip, this wasn’t something you normally did. You were perfectly fine working on your homework tonight but Asmo all but begged you to join them. You were more than a little surprised when he told you the game you’d be playing. You spin a bottle and have to stay in the closet for seven minutes with whoever it landed on, easy peasy.

     Your eyes followed the end of the bottle up to the person it was directed at. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt heat creep up the back of your neck.

     Mammon.

     His mouth opened and closed a few times, weakly trying to think of any way to protest. He must have come up empty because he brought back his overconfident persona. The reddening of his cheeks didn’t make it all that convincing.

     “You should be happy you get to spend seven minutes alone with the Great Mammon!” He declared, hopping up from his place on the floor. “Come on, human! It's not like I wanna be alone with you or anything so let's get this over with."

     You let out a small laugh, sending the demon a crooked grin, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

     The door was sealed shut behind the two of you as Asmo let out a giggle, “Only seven minutes you two!”

     The darkness shielded your view of his burning cheeks. The warmth of your breath fanning across his face didn’t make it any better. He felt like he was going to pass out.

     “You okay over there, Mammon?” You questioned, reaching a hand up and pressing it against his chest. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat.

     “Y-Yeah. Of course! You should be the one that’s nervous! Bein' so close to a demon and all. I don't even wanna be in here.”

     “You don’t sound too sure of yourself,” You teased, leaning in closer to him. 

     “’C-Course I’m sure of myself! I’m the-” You decided to cut him off.

     “Yeah, yeah, I know.” You laughed before turning a bit more serious. “Look, Mammon... I need to tell you something.” Now seemed as good a time as any to tell him how you felt.

     He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Okay.”

     You sucked in a breath before reaching up and taking his face between your hands. You could feel the warmth spreading from his cheeks to your palms.

     “I’m really happy that I’m in here with you, does that mean anything to you?”

     That was when Mammon knew he was done for. He felt his knees weakening and his heart pound against his ribs. His face turned to nuzzle into your hand, his mind racing a mile a minute. How could he let a human make him this weak?

     “(y/n)...” His voice was barely above a whisper, you had to strain to hear it.

     “Do you want to be in here with me?”

     “I don’t think I could have stood anyone else being in here with ya,” He mumbled against your palm, sending the words straight to your chest. You felt it tightening as you rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone. “I am your first man, after all, it’s only fair I was the first one in the closet with ya.”

     “Do you want to... Can I kiss you?” You finally questioned after a few beats of silence. He didn’t answer, simply leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. It was soft, almost hesitant like he wasn’t sure of himself yet.

     The feeling was something completely different than anything you had ever felt before. It was soft, comfortable. It felt like returning to your warm bed after a long day. It felt like something only the storybooks of your youth could describe. It felt like everything finally fitting itself into place.

     It was short-lived though, as he pulled away moments later to rest his forehead against yours. His hand fell into place on your hip, running his fingertips up and down in a soothing motion. 

     Out of all the times Mammon had imagined kissing you, it never played out like this. He would always make you swoon with his charming words and dashing good looks. You would be a flustered mess and he’d hold you and kiss you. But right now, he didn’t think his face could get any warmer and words seemed to fall dead in his throat.

     “You really want to be in here with me? You better not be sayin’ that to anyone else.”

     “Only you, Mammon.”

     A shaky breath fell past his lips as his arms enveloped you in a hug. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. Tears were pricking at his eyes, feeling so overwhelmed at your confession. Time seemed to still around you as you stood there holding each other, but Mammon didn’t want to waste any more time.

     He leaned back in, crashing his lips to yours. This kiss was a lot messier with clashing teeth and sloppy movement. He was trying to get every single emotion he felt for you into this kiss. Your back was pressed against the wall and he urged you to thread your fingers through his hair.

     His hands hungrily pawed at you as you tried to pull him impossibly closer. All the feelings of longing and desperation overwhelming your senses. All you knew was his lips and his touch and his warmth.

     That was until a blinding light seeped into your dark confines. A high pitched giggle pulled you from your embrace.

     “Awe, I wish I could’ve been in there with (y/n)!” While Asmo’s voice was high pitched and giddy, his face betrayed him. There was a small pout etching itself onto his features.

     Mammon shifted, throwing a glare over his shoulder at his brother. “Hey! No one’s gonna touch my human like this but me!” He barked, pulling you into his side. You laughed at the ensuing argument but you were happy. You here home.