Title: Completely Unnecessary

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie's House

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Erotic

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 461

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 10 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Dry Humping, Clothed Sex, Teasing, Sexual Situations

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: Fizzarolli didn't need to do that, but his enthusiasm was something to be rewarded.

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 Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Here we have another short one. I love me some vignettes, especially ones that are smut-flavored. I am finding no end to the inspiration for these two, honestly. I'm going to try and use this as an opportunity to get some more done for the event and also some things that I need to work on outside of it. Regardless, I am having a damn blast with these. It's a good prompt list!

Also, I have requests open on my HB tumblr! Anon or not, feel free to send things! The link for the rules and such is in my pinned post under Headcanon/Fic Requests Are OPEN!

Completely Unnecessary

Humming under his breath, Fizzarolli's hips shifted from side to side as he bopped to the song stuck in his head. Watching Ozzie practice for his latest performance at the club meant that the song he'd written was trapped in Olli's skull, bouncing around at all hours. Ozzie's voice was smooth and light, and his word choice was perfect at all times, which made for a catchy song that would draw anyone back to the club. Some of the words dropped from his lips with barely enough breath behind them to be audible, and he drove himself forward with a winding motion, bumping his hip bone into the counter absentmindedly.

Lifting the next plate out of the soapy water and scrubbing over it with the sponge in his other hand, he bopped his head from side to side, giving a few abortive thrusts to the music. Sure, nothing was playing as he was doing the dishes, but he still loved the song. It was a good thing, too, since he'd been listening to Ozzie sing and watching him dance for over a week, now. Being a performer, he had pretty well memorized the dance that went along with it, and that meant he mimicked bits and pieces of Ozzie's intimately sexual dance while he cleaned.

"What are you doing?" Ozzie asked absently, sliding up behind his artificially tall lover and taking his hips in his hands. Grinding forward, he rocked his own with the other's movements, taking pride in how his breath stuttered.

"Dishes," Olli replied with a little moan, pushing back into him with a mechanical whirring as his legs extended a little more to make it easier.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" Ozzie murmured against his neck, mouthing it wetly as he pet the other's slim stomach underneath his loose t-shirt.

"I kno-know." Gasping softly, Fizz's eyelids fluttered as Ozzie tweaked his nipples gently, and he wiggled, dropping a fork back into the water. At least it wasn't a plate.

"Then why are you?" Purring softly, he drug one hand back down to the other's groin, guiding him to grind against Ozzie with Fizzarolli's dick trapped firmly between two fingers, "We have servants."

"You still cook." Olli pointed out with another breathy whine, rocking against him as Ozzie's fingers pinched his nipples again, "But we have servants for that, too."

"...Touché." Ozzie chuckled, licking over his neck a few more times, "I guess that means you should keep going. And wrap your legs around my waist."

"You're not going to fuck me while I'm washing dishes, are you?" Despite his words, he sounded excited.

"No," Ozzie shook his head, lifting the other and helping his legs wrap around his hips, "I'm going to dry hump you while you do the dishes, and fuck you when you're done."

"Ooooooooh, yes."

So much for helping around the house. It was hard to stay on task with Ozzie touching him, and dishes took far too long to complete, but there was no making Ozzie a liar. He did wait until the dishes were done, edging his lover the entire time.

AN: Welp, even if these are short I can't seem to keep them from being at least somewhat sexual. Ozzie can't keep his hands to himself.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 10 - Domestic