Obey Me! Shall We Date Oneshots

I could never betray you

TW: Interrogation, light manipulation, non-graphic Sexual content, light choking, being restrained, speaking of "ownership", the word "master" in a sexual setting
Ship: Asmodeus x Solomon
Perspective: third person

The Great Solomon waits in the empty room, lurking in the dark, awaiting the arrival of the demon known as Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. He was waiting for when the demon would return to his home, to surprise him in his own room. He stood, simply waiting.
Asmo enters his room like any other time, expecting nothing but the norm. He flips on the light switch and is startled to find the sorcerer standing in the middle of his room.
"Solomon?! What are you doing here!" he chuckles lightly as he closes the door behind him. "If you needed to talk to me you could have just called." He speaks in that trademark high pitched voice of his. Asmodeus: the perfect mix of feminine and masculine, of beautiful and handsome, of dominant and submissive, the perfect clay which can be molded into any form of sexual desire. That was a power the demon knew how to wield well.
"Asmodeus..." Solomon gives a safe but ingenue smile. "...a little birdie told me you've been talking to a certain group of witches lately." He gazes at the demon with piercing eyes. The demon looks confused and concerned.
"Maybe so... why do you care?" Asmo raises an eyebrow, truely not knowing why Solomon would care or even know about the conversations he's had with a coven of powerful witches who'd sneaked into the devildom recently. Solomon gives a soft but menacing grin and closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side.
"My dear Asmodeus..." he takes a few steps forward, slowly "do not play dumb with me." With a burst of magic, Solomon effortlessly dashes towards the demon and pins him to the closed door; one hand on his wrist, one around his neck. Heat fills the demon's face.
"What information have you given them? The only reason one of my pactholders would communicate with THOSE witches would to be to inform them of my weaknesses, no?" Solomon still has that sickly sweet facade of a smile as he looks the demon in the eyes. "Are you planning to betray me, Asmodeus?"

The demon stares into the sorcerer's eyes. Since he was pinned to the door all his mind could focus on was the sexual tension he could feel between them. His heart beat quickened and an amorous heat quickly bubbled throughout himself, unable to focus on the words being said. That heat was one he knew all too well: Attraction. Arousal. Lust.
He vaguely understands what's being asked and he swallows the saliva building in his throat, attempting to get back to reality.
"O-Of course not!" He continues to stare in Solomon's eyes, entranced by the sorcerer. "I could never... betray you..." he says between breaths.

After a moment of confusion, Solomon understands what he's caused and laughs, partially undoing the tension in the room.
"Ah, yes. It was a poor idea to try to interrogate you in this way, wasn't it?" He smiles in a different way now, a genuine and amused smirk.
"P-Probably..." the demon stutters, clearly enjoying being pinned by the tall human. Solomon laughs again, then sighs.
"My, my..." he looks the demon up and down with a playful smirk. "I'm not sure what I was so worried about" he leans in closer and directs his mouth towards the demon's ear. "I mean, why would someone so clearly head-over-heels for me try to betray me?" he speaks in a lower, more seductive tone that drives Asmo crazy.
The demon forgets to speak, wrapped completely in his own desire. He feels the warmth in his body center towards his hips and pelvis, wanting desperately to do what he's most known for. He knew Solomon preferred when he was more submissive, so he made no attempt to mask what he was feeling.
The sorcerer liked knowing how much he was tempting the demon. Any doubt he had due to the witches quickly melted away, he knew he had complete control over this demon.
"I don't want you ever speaking to those witches again, you hear me? They want me dead and I couldn't have them entangling you into whatever they're planning." In that moment, Solomon thinks of a clever way to make sure the demon remembers what he wants him to. He leans closer to him and moves his mouth directly in front of his ear.
"I own you, Asmodeus. I don't want MY demon to get hurt by some pesky little witches." he whispers seductively. A shiver runs down the demon's back. If he wasn't completely aroused before, he was now. "Now, I want you to say 'Yes, Master'." Solomon was becoming a bit aroused himself, happily toying with the demon. Asmo opens his mouth to speak.
"S-Solomo-" the hand around his neck tightens and a squeak comes out of his mouth.
"Say it." Solomon says sternly.
"Y-Yes, master!" the demon speaks through labored breaths, overcome with desire. His body begged to be allowed some kind of pleasure.
"Good boy." The sorcerer lets go of the demon and takes a step back. He scans the demon and finds exactly what he expects between his legs: a sizeable buldge. Seeing it fuels his desire more. Solomon knows exactly where this night will lead and isn't the least upset.

(Oooooh, and cut! Great scene, everyone!
jk jk, but I won't be writing what happens next. I don't like writing sex scenes, but I love the build-up. To use fanfic terms, I prefer writing limes instead of lemons. Maybe next time, friends.)