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Asmodeus was nowhere to be found. It was highly unusual not to be able to find him within seconds of even thinking about his presence - you had once wondered if that had something to do with ‘lust’ and ‘want’ being somewhat loosely tied together as concepts...but that wasn’t currently important.
What mattered was that you wanted to see your pact partner and he had suddenly vanished!
All of the usual spots had been checked; bedroom, bathroom, living room, music room, kitchen, dining room, garden. And all of those usual spots were empty.
You had sent him a text ages ago, but he’d replied with a rather vague, ‘Don’t go looking for me. I’ll come find you when I’m done ~ <3’.
What a fat lot of help that had been.
So you continued to wander the house, certain that you two would bump into each other eventually . He hadn’t left the house, that much was for sure...but just how many nooks and crannies were there in this place?
After a while, you conceded to defeat. If Asmo didn’t want to be found, you were just going to have to let him be and make good on his word that he would come and find you.
If someone had said to you that you’d ever see Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust and Fifth Born of the Demon Lords seriously studying in the library, you’d have laughed in their face. While the flirt was by no means stupid, he wasn’t like Satan - the kind to stick their nose in a book and absorb every last bit of knowledge possible - and he didn’t really study.
Or, at least, you had been under the impression that he wasn’t the studying type.
Due to this, it came as a shock to see him in this state - bundled up in the library, books spread and stacked on the table...and a dainty pair of reading glasses perched on his nose as he looked down at the words he was attempting to imprint into memory.
“...Asmo?”
Had you had your wits about you, the look of shock on his face would have been absolutely laughable. His deft fingers removed the glasses from his nose, allowing them to hang around his neck from their dainty gold chain while his own rosy eyes stared at you with a flicker of mortification. “Darling! What are you doing? Didn’t I say that I’d come and find you when I was done? I thought you were meant to be helping Beel with dinner?”
“I wanted to see you instead.” As you moved toward him, Asmodeus began to make space for you - but it was clear to you that he was embarrassed. “I didn’t know that you wear glasses.”
“Ah, well, no - it’s not common knowledge, my dear. But here, make yourself comfortable. Maybe you’d like to sit in my lap?” He playfully wagged his well-groomed brows at you, but you could see it for what it was - a deflection. Was he embarrassed about wearing glasses?
“Hm. Only if you put your glasses back on.” That caused Asmo to pause before letting out that little silver-bell laugh of his. “Now honey, I don’t think you know what you want-” “I want to see you in your glasses."
Your firm tone made him raise an amused brow, his lip rising into a sultry smile as he fixed his spectacles back on to the bridge of his nose. “Oooh, are you into the sexy librarian type then?” As you settled into his lap, you gave a thoughtful hum. “I’m actually more the ‘you’ type, but I wouldn’t complain if you played the sexy librarian for me. It's a handsome look on you."
“Ooooh!” He squealed with delight and cupped your face in his soft hands, his smile positively glowing. “You’re sooooooo cute!” There were worse ways to go than by being smothered to death in Asmodeus’ sweet kisses.