Title: Defining "Boyfriend" Clothes

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie's House

Pairing: Asmodeus || Ozzie/Fizzarolli

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus || Ozzie, Verosika

Genre: Romance/Humor/Erotic

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1019

Type Of Work: One-Shot

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Oral Sex, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Clothing Fetish, Sort Of

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: Ozzie didn't even need clothes with Fizzarolli around.

AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

This was actually the first thing I wrote for these two, and the fandom at large, buuuut I actually got other things edited first, so this one kind of fell to the side. I'm still pretty happy with it, though I feel like I need to learn Verosika better. Regardless, I think that this fic is fun and silly so I'm good with it being a little OOC. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Defining "Boyfriend" Clothes

"Woah, Ozzie, what the dick are you wearing?" Verosika rose an eyebrow, pointing at the crude, black metal belt around his hips. It seemed that that was all he'd decided to put on for their bar crawl that night, and all she could manage to pull onto her face was disgust. It was tasteless in a way that she couldn't quite describe, and she didn't see how he thought it was a good look.

Ozzie turned slightly to look over his shoulder at her, a smirk working onto his lips. He'd been just about to respond when he was cut off by a loud slurping sound and a frustrated huff.

"Me." Fizzarolli's voice had her jumping back in surprise, claws curled tightly around her clutch purse before she lurched around Ozzie just in time to see the jester's head being pushed back down. Fizzarolli couldn't hope to hide his lover's cock at all, and it looked like he was wiggling his hips near Ozzie's pussy, probably doing his best to fuck and suck him at the same time.

"I didn't say you could stop, did I, Olli Baby?" Ozzie emphasized his large hand on the back of his lover's head, watching Verosika's seconds' long surprise melt into a playful smirk and roll of her eyes. Of course, Asmodeus was going to wear his weird little accessory tonight, if only because of course he was. She was no stranger to Ozzie and his obsession with the weird little imp he'd brought home one day and just never really let go.

In fact, just about everyone in the lust ring, at the very least, knew about the duo fairly well. Everyone fairly widely accepted that it was a 'tale as old as time' down here; If the literal embodiment of lust was your first taste of sex and sexuality, there weren't many others that could please you even half as well. As far as Asmodeus' preoccupation went, it usually boiled down to Fizzarolli's presence, or even general sense of self, being some kind of fetish of sorts.

Naturally, Ozzie could reach his completion with just about anyone, in, on, or around just about anything, but it just wasn't the best. It left him antsy, maybe even intensely unsatisfied, but nobody really could say for sure. If nothing else, Olli usually was there to watch; They both rather enjoyed that.

More sentimental types, usually those from other layers, had the bright idea that it was love. And maybe, on some level, it was. The pair of them shared something that neither had with anyone else, something tight, something deep, something nobody else could touch. Neither of them wanted to think about it, wanted to admit to anything, and so they kept it to themselves and continued their casual but so important lives together.

Even still, that didn't mean Verosika didn't snicker behind her hand as she watched Olli swallow down as much of the head as he could in this position. Ozzie was, first and foremost, so much larger than Olli ever could be. Sure, the robotic limbs usually helped with the height difference, but that wasn't the only size-related issue, here. The best way she could come up with to explain it was to liken it to watching a snake trying to swallow an alligator whole.

"As if you wouldn't take the chance if you had it, girl." Ozzie snickered at her derisive snort, and she shrugged, eyeing both demons before nodding.

"Yeah, I would. Getting someone so into sucking and fucking me that they want to be my fucking g-string sounds great." And it wasn't even sarcasm, the idea had her giving a shudder, her wings stretching out as she adjusted her stance, rubbing a hand over her mound, a promise for later as much as it was an admonishment for how fucking horny she was already.

It wasn't like Ozzie hadn't worn Olli around the Ring as various other things, either, most commonly some kind of shit-talking scarf. He'd been a belt here and there, suspenders, and anything from a necklace to an anklet, what was a boyfriend g-string between friends? A b-string, Verosika thought with another laugh behind her hand. Not that she'd say they were boyfriends out loud.

"Let's just go," She insisted, tugging on one of Ozzie's hands weakly, dropping it when Olli's chittering growl caught her ears. Rolling her eyes again, she stepped to the side and thumbed towards the door, "The car's waiting, and I need some, too. Feels like a cocktail and sloppy flirting kind of night."

"Rrrrright behind you~" Ozzie offered a winning smile around a low moan, a returned one flashed in their direction as the succubus turned and sashayed towards the door. Standing up a little straighter, Ozzie rolled his shoulders, stretched out one leg, then the other, before his hands slid down beneath the loop of his lover's arms. Truly, the best augmentation had been those arms, because Ozzie couldn't get enough of them. In general, he seemed to like keeping his silly little guy close by, and never really wanted to let him get far away, but that didn't stop him from having favorite parts.

Following Verosika out once he'd made sure his little Hoover was properly in place, he trilled as he patted his eager imp's little head.

"If this party ends up tits up," He began, a promise neatly laced into each word, "We come back home and finish the party on our own." The little jingle that told him almost as well as the feeling of Fizzarolli's tongue sliding over his cock that he'd nodded brought a smile to each of his heads, "Alright, Olli Baby, just remember to play nice."

A playful growl left the imp still tightly wrapped around his hips was followed by a loud, obscene slurp that left any admonishments at the door. If Olli felt like being a possessive little jockstrap that night, then so be it. Ozzie wasn't particularly inclined to care, as long as neither of them felt the need for violence.

After all, blood was still gross.

AN: Well, there we are, first one down. I will probably write way more for these two, and have a big canon divergent thing I plan on writing that my husband and I have been talking with these two. With any luck, I can at least get the ball rolling on it. I think it's probably important to say that all my work for these two will be canon divergent, possibly even heavily so.