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If Asmo was one thing, it was a lover of the spotlight, and of spectacle. If he was a second thing, it was prepared. The first time you walked into his room you were struck still by the amount of…preparation he had. He was certainly a collector, if one could classify handcuffs and toys as a ‘collection’. But like any collector he loved to show off his quarry, through every demonstration. And he was always ready to show you a demonstration.
The webcam blinked a tiny red light in the dark room, illuminated by the harsh glare of the red lights he had installed. The cage was perfectly prepared, soft cushions and plush blankets, and Asmo with his wings spread out beneath him, stretching out as he commanded you to get the perfect angle.
“A little to the left… no, to the right… right there! Hm, no… maybe the lighting will be better on the other side of the room? Hey, how about we—“
“Christ, we’ve been at this for an hour.” You hissed out, turning to him with your brows furrowed in irritation. “The webcam’s fine.”
He made a show of pouting, but his eyes glistened in amusement. Demon eyes always reflected red in the light, like an animal’s. It could be creepy, but right now, it evoked a very different feeling within you. He chuckled lowly, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. “Getting impatient, hm? Just want to cut right to the action? My, how naughty!”
You punched the bridge of your nose, ignoring your slight headache as you tried to think of something. You shifted your voice into something sickeningly sweet, kneeling down in front of the cage. “My dear Asmo, I just think it’s rather redundant to fuss so much about the camera, when you look stunning in any lighting or position there could be.”
Asmo eagerly lapped up your praise. Honestly, he might drown in it if you let him. He laughed, rolling over onto his back one more. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Seems like it really does, down here.” You sighed, making your (hopefully) last adjustment to the webcam before turning back to him. “Are you comfortable?”
“Oh, very…” He purred, sharp canines flashing. “Why don’t you join me, love? There’s plenty of room…”
“That cage is meant to be for you.”
“Yes, but there is something undeniably irresistible about being trapped together with a partner, hm?” He sat up, cocking his head as he looked you up and down. “Unable to do anything but kiss and touch and…. Hm, well you get the picture, don’t you?”
You took a deep breath in, then sighed, crawling into the cage on top of him. He cheered, pulling you closer as you shut the cage door with your foot. It was cramped, and it forced you right up against him, chest to chest. His breath fanned your neck, and you could feel his grin each time his lips brushed your skin, his hands firmly on your back to keep you against him. He seemed to relish in the closeness, in the cramped space you found yourself in. He was right, you really couldn’t move much other than against him.
As he kissed and sucked at your throat you glanced around the interior of the cage, eyes landing on one of the (many) toys he brought with him. You grabbed one, observing it in your hands for a moment. He pulled off of you to raise his brow, chuckling.
“Good choice.”
You let your thumb run along one of the veins of the plastic cock. It was a strange shape, clearly modeled after a demon instead of a human, and way too large for you to imagine it being used anywhere. But you had a feeling Asmo would find a way. You were focusing on trying to maneuver his pants down, you didn’t notice his plan until you felt your collar being yanked, and your lips crashed against his. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp, which only let his tongue snake between your lips. You shut your eyes tightly, pressing yourself against him as your hands spread apart his now-bare thighs.
You pulled apart from him, panting against his lips while he didn’t even seem out of breath. He watched your disheveled state with a sharp grin, fingers pressing into the nape of your neck.
“Smug…” You clicked your tongue. His smile grew wider.
“Shut me up, then.”
You eagerly complied, taking the toy and pressing the tip of it against his lips. He made a show of licking the tapered head before taking it into his mouth. You swallowed thickly at the sight, his eyes blazing as they gazed into yours. Each blink of the red webcam light illuminated his face, framing it as he pulled the toy back out, licking his lips. You wasted no time taking the now-slick toy down, tracing it against his thigh before placing it against his ass. You held it there for a moment, tip pressing against his rim, rubbing back and forth teasingly. He rocked his hips against it, tilting his head back with a little sound. He was clearly playing it up, toying with you with every arch of his back and bite of his lips, but you fell right into his game, kissing down his neck while you pressed the toy in.