#team solomon

Asmo couldn't stop himself from pressing into Solomon. He always knew how to make him feel good, how to rip the prettiest of moans out of him. Their lips melted together so perfectly, he never wanted to pull away.

But then, nimble hands started toying with his wings and back, forcing a pretty little moan from Asmo's mouth and making Solomon pull away, "You always have him make such pretty noises when I can't hear him properly."

"I do apologize, but I can't help myself. You two are fun to play with when you get into each other," Barbatos chuckled, his tail sneaking in between the two of them, "But I would like a turn, if I may interrupt.”

It was so unfair. How could he still sound so put together with what was going on between the three of them? Speaking of which, it was Solomon’s turn to moan as Barbatos’ tail toyed with his length and pulled Asmo into a kiss. The pair made their way over to the bed, Barbatos yanked Asmo on top of him, continuing their makeout session. Asmo couldn’t help but let his hands wander down to Barbatos’ wonderful ass, and much to his delight, Barbatos didn’t stop him.

“You could have just asked if you wanted a kiss,” Solomon pressed up behind Asmo, looking down into Barbatos’ eyes, “Or are you just so greedy that you can’t even be bothered to ask when you want something? You just have to go ahead and take it for yourself.”

Their kiss broke and Asmo could feel himself moving. Barbatos was helping him move back onto the bed, and once again Asmo felt him at his back, toying with his wings. That slick, double ended tail was probing at his entrance.

“Well, from the smell of things, you’ve been spending plenty of time with him,” Barbatos tongue trailed up the side of his neck, and Asmo could only guess based on Solomon’s expression, that Barbatos was holding eye contact with him, “Your scent still lingers on his skin Solomon.”

Oh and if that didn’t make Solomon’s eyes light up in a way that made Asmo whimper. “Can you blame us?” he asked, tilting his head to look at Barbatos, “You should see him, he doesn’t get any sleep if I’m not there to coax him into bed some nights. You know how he gets carried away with his studies."

"Oh, so it's your fault then?" Barbatos chuckled. Asmo moaned and leaned back as those twin tail tips pressed inside of him. Barbatos' tail was something else. It was a wonderful thing to have during prep, slick and flexible, and Barbatos had such wonderful control over it. "Do you make it hard for our Solomon to control himself? How many times have you ended up in his bed? You're practically covered in him. It seems to me like you've made yourself a second home Asmodeus."

As Barbatos stretched him and covered the side of his neck and back in hickeys, Solomon moved closer to his front, gently lifting his chin and bringing their lips together once more. Oh how Asmo just loved when his pact partners indulged with him. It was almost too much the way they were both touching, especially when Barbatos’ tail started sweeping in long, slow strokes against his prostate.

“Please,” he whimpered, inches away from Solomon’s lips, “I want you both.” His partners locked eyes once more before smirking and leaning over Asmo’s shoulder to embrace in a kiss of their own. It started to drag on, leaving poor Asmo suspended and untouched between the two of them. Of course this was absolutely a heinous crime, and not one that could be ignored. How could they forget his presence so easily?

He whined and moved in between the two of them in a sad attempt to remind them of his presence.

“Ah, someone's getting impatient,” Barbatos cooed, running a hand up his side and adjusting his hips beneath him, “You spoil him too much Solomon.”

“Can you blame me?” Solomon moved as well, pressing himself right up against Barbatos, “Asmodeus is such a delight, he’s a perfect princess, and should be treated as such.”

Asmo shuddered, but still managed to shoot a sultry look towards Solomon, “It’s good to see that you understand perfectly.”

His expression quickly changed as two heads pressed against his entrance. He sucked in a breath Barbatos rubbing his hands along his side and Solomon pressing gentle kisses against his neck. Both of them whispering gentle praises into his ear.

“Are you okay?” Solomon asked.

“You can tell us if you need to stop,” Barbatos mirrored his tone.

“No, I’m good,” Asmo leaned back into Barbatos and let out a sigh. He’d never felt so full before. The two cocks inside of him threatened to tear him open, but oh did it feel so good. He was content to stay like that, but the show must go on. His body rose up and then fell down onto the cocks below him. The moans of the two other men surrounding him only coaxed him on. The three of them made such beautiful sounds together.

And when they thrusted up into him, oh now that felt good.

The three of them bit, clawed, and scratched at each other. None of them were going to leave this room without being properly marked. They swapped kisses, pulled hair, and toyed with each other in ways that probed how intimately they knew each other. At some point that Asmo had missed, Barbatos and Solomon started corroborating. They wrapped their arms around Asmo’s hips, stopping his movements. They only paused for a moment before thrusting up into Asmo, hard.

The moan that left him was nothing short of pure bliss. Soon he could no longer tell if he was being thrust into or if he was being yanked down on top of them. Whatever the case, Asmo meant the one phrase that was able to leave his lips: “Don’t stop.”

Barbatos’ tail wrapped around the three of them as the trio continued their dance. They were starting to lose their rhythm which only resulted in an assault against Asmo’s sweet spot. He cried out and squirmed between the two, and the change in his body language was the only warning they received before he came, wings fanning out behind him and his head snapping back. His body struggled to clench being so full, but as soon as it caused even the slightest bit of pressure, both Solomon and Barbatos were cumming too. Asmo’s vision blacked out, his eyes fluttering, fighting to maintain consciousness. The only sign that he was still there was the small trill he made when Barbatos pulled out, letting cum drip from his used body.

“I’ll get our things, make sure he stays awake for a little longer,” he said, leaving Solomon to cuddle with a worn Asmo.

“You did wonderful,” he whispered, stroking Asmo’s hair and leaning further back onto the mattress, “You were so incredibly good, and now you deserve to relax.”

The lights of the club flash against Solomon's hair, igniting it with multi hued metallic sheen. He almost looked as if he was dressed normally, but his form fitting black turtleneck was made of fine mesh, his pants much tighter, flowing against every curve of muscle, slung low on his hips. Across his torso and neck his pact marks and runes glowed with blue-white magical energy, seeming to thrum along with the sensual music. Asmodeus' mark glowed brighter... as did another, Barbatos'.

Too lost in the mesmerizing movements of the powerful human who fit in almost too well among the crowd of hungry demons eager to satiate the call of their sins, Asmodeus hadn't yet noticed his dance partner. Solomon's eyes were nearly closed, forehead pressed against Barbatos', both their lips parted, just barely making contact, breaths heavy and expressions painted with open desire as their undulating bodies moved as one, hips flush, thighs slotted together.

Barbatos was a sight to behold. No trace of the formal butler left, though he did preserve every ounce of elegant grace with his fluid movements. His snug leather pants showed off every asset, as did his top that consisted more of leather straps than actual shirt, Solomon's fingers wound tightly around one, holding his demon firmly against him while Barbatos' hands were tangled in the silvery hair, tail spiraled around one of his human's legs.

Ooooh, his sorcerer wanted to flaunt his most powerful demons and power, a rare display from the mysterious, reclusive sorcerer, but so intoxicating. Or, perhaps Barbatos was the one wanting to flaunt, to indulge his greed and inspire envy at having the complete attention of the universally loved and desired avatar of lust and the powerful coveted human so openly displaying their connection. Mmm, Asmodeus was more than happy to oblige whichever option was true.

A possessive growl distorts Asmodeus' trilling as he scans over the rest of the dance floor. Every demon's glowing eyes were on the pair, his incubi and succubi panting at the combined sexual energy the pactmates were oozing, but too intimidated by their sheer power to get too close. Likely Barbatos had made a swift and severe example of a demon foolish enough to touch Solomon in his presence without asking, the older demon being less inclined to share than Asmodeus when he was able to steal time away to spend with their mate. It would explain the narrowed eyes and heightened bloodlust oozing among all the demons, but particularly the wrath demons, barely restraining themselves from violence as they practically, and some literally, fuck their partners on the dancefloor while feeding off the butler's brutal vengeance, which only drove the lust demons into a higher frenzy. The Fall was no place for humans tonight, save Solomon, the visceral supernatural energy enough to terrify even those familiar with demons.

When Asmo returns his gaze to the pair, Solomon's eyes are on him, a sinful smile on his lips as he holds a hand out. The crowd parts easily, too afraid to impede the avatar of lust from his target any longer. Without a word Solomon pulls Asmodeus between himself and Barbatos, kissing him deeply with a hand around his throat. Barbatos pressing against his back so tightly Asmo was almost suspended between the two, feeling just how aroused they both were.

Solomon's hand falls from his throat to his hip as he breaks the kiss, only to be replaced by Barbatos' around his neck, two of his fingers slipping between Asmodeus' lips. A sharp prick to Asmo's ear, followed by a slow wet lick from Barbatos, the fingers of his other hand pulling and pinching one of his nipples draws a garbled moan from his full mouth. He isn't given reprieve from sensation as Solomon attends his other nipple, his magic slowly snaking its way into both his pactmate's pants, prodding at the lust demon's entrance, encircling the ancient time demon's arousal. Barbatos' tail wraps entirely around the trio, holding them together as one, looping back to slip the dual tips into the front of Solomon and Asmodeus' pants, gripping tightly to their throbbing lengths as they grind against each other.