Title: Shaking From My Hips

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Unspecified Dance/Gymnastic Studio

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Erotic

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 512

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 3 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Sexual Situations, Nothing Explicit But Definitely Mentioned, Ozzie Cannot Focus Under These Conditions

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: "No, no, Baby, not like that. Try this."

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!

I just found out about this event so I'm a little late to it, but I am 100% going to try and do as many of these as I can. I have made a whole spreadsheet and everything, and so I've decided if I can at least do five of the prompts, I'll be happy. At any rate, I'm excited for this!

Shaking From My Hips

"No, no, Baby, not like that." Ozzie shook his head with a gentle smile, kneeling down until he was sat on his knees in front of the imp. Fizzarolli regarded him with a tilt of his head, glancing over at the boombox not far from them. Extending his arm, he pressed the button to start the track over again, his eyes never leaving Ozzie's face, "Try this."

"Okay." The acquiescence came as easily as it always did, and his heart only fluttered a little when Asmodeus' large hands came to wrap around his hips. For a moment, the powerful King tipped all three of his heads as he tried to figure out the logistics of his enormous hands and Olli's obscenely tiny body. Sometimes he had to wonder what the other was thinking, falling into bed (or on the couch, or in a closet, or on the red carpet, or–) with him so often, but that didn't mean he didn't like it.

Finally, he settled on a light pinch between his thumbs and forefingers, guiding the other's hips to the beat of the song. Left, right, left, right, until he was sure the other had the idea.

"Alright, Olli Baby, bend your left knee, just a little, and keep it up for me." The nod he earned in response had his hands sliding up the other's sides a few inches, and he relished in the shudder that earned him. If this wasn't so important, he'd probably bend him over the balance beam. He'd pay good money to fuck him in front of the wall of mirrors to his left so Fizzarolli could see the fucking beautiful faces he made when he was full to bursting. By some Satan damned miracle, he kept his hands more or less where they needed to be, moving back to his hips and then behind him.

"Now, you're gonna start bouncing on this leg a little, alright? Rock more from side to side," Conducting the movement with one finger against his ass and the other hand still on his hip, Ozzie grinned. Oh yeah, this had been a good idea for sure. After he was convinced that he had it, Ozzie's hands fell away from him and he scooted back on his knees, sitting with his ass on his ankles as he watched Olli shake his hips for him. Much as Ozzie wasn't looking at him, he kept those glowing pink eyes trained on the other's lilac face, occasionally glancing at the two spectral heads at his neck.

"Anything else, Ozz?" He asked finally, voice a gravelly purr as his head tilted to the side. Ozzie's eyes drug up from his hips like a physical press, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

"I…" Ozzie's eyes dropped back down and Fizzarolli's cheeks burned, the look on the King's faces told him he wasn't going to keep going on this lesson right now, "Might need a little break, Baby, it's hard to focus when I'm hard like this." His hand passed over his already weeping cock and his eyes slid shut with a soft sigh of pleasure, "Want to feel you moving like that in me."

The immediate chitter that earned him had Ozzie bending forward, forcing Fizzarolli onto his back and caging him against the floor for a moment. Sliding down a little to rub his face against Olli's crotch, both the bull and goat nipped at his thighs through his pants. Purring already, the imp rolled his hips up into Ozzie's face, relishing in the next thing he said.

"Why're you still wearing these?"

He hadn't been ripped out of his clothes that fast since the day before yesterday, but it suited him just fine. When Asmodeus wanted something, Fizzarolli was always powerless in giving it to him. He always had been.

AN: These probably aren't going to be super long, but who knows? I want to keep them short so I can keep up with the daily thing. At any rate, this was a lot of fun to write and I may expand on something like this at some point.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 3 - Dancing