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Your alarm went off demanding you wake up, slowly opening your eyes and you realize that you’re not in your room. Soft pastel pink silk sheets rest snuggly under you, but the general soreness of your legs and back distracts you just enough from how comfortable the plush mattress is. Then it all hits you. How Asmo invited you to do each other's skin care routine. How you noticed he was pressing his legs together. How warm and wet his lips looked. How things then escalated from there. Memories as precious to you as gold, he smelled like a cherry orchard, his skin as smooth as porcelain, his eyes glossed over with love and lust, he tasted like the strawberry mochi you both were snacking on.
Rubbing some of the sleep from your eyes you turn over to see your lustful demon still sleeping or at least trying to go back to sleep, his hair framing his picture perfect face and yet there was still some charm to him. The tangled mess his hair had become was all too adorable, his normally perfect makeup was removed leaving you with his bare face… his real face. Even without the makeup Asmodeus was a sight to behold, you could swear you saw freckles dot his cheeks and how his lips were all natural instead of glossy or coral colored. However, nothing could beat how at peace he looked, gentle hands resting next to his face, breathing slowed and even, the demon you loved oh so much is here looking as if he truly felt safe and at peace sleeping beside you.
Sitting upright you reached out a hand and lovingly brushed some hair off of his eyes, feeling how they were just as silky as the pillows he slept on, the gesture so simple yet filled you with sentimentality, the feeling of your heart swelling with love in your chest was almost enough to make you cry. How you got so lucky to have him as your own you might never know the answer and in this moment you didn’t need to know the answer, Asmodeus was yours as much as you were his and that’s all you needed.