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“You know,” Lance started as he was eating his slice of birthday cake. “There’s a birthday tradition that I think you’d like, Asmo.”
“Oh? What is it?”
Lance glanced up over his glasses with a small grin. Mischief glimmered in his eyes. “The birthday boy has to be spanked once for every year of life.” He took a bite of the cake while he waited for Asmo’s reaction. The demon’s eyes grew wide at the human.
“Lance!” Asmo squealed. “I can’t believe you of all people just said that!”
“What did Lance just say?” Barbatos approached after having served everyone Asmo’s birthday cake.
“That Asmo should be spanked,” Lance said and took another bite, his smirk widened as he watched Barbatos choke on air. He chuckled as he turned back to Asmo. “So what do you think?”
Asmo clapped his hands together. “Let’s do it! Though, I don’t think me being spanked thousands of times will be good for my rear. I don’t want it getting bruised! Not unless I’m having more fun. So maybe just a few times.”
Lance grimaced as he found his limit again. “Okay, moving on. Who?”
Asmo smirked as he eyed Barbatos trying to still recover. “What if I said you?”
Barbatos sputtered some more and turned away. Lance eyed the demon with some worry but looked back at Asmo quickly. “You do realize I don’t understand why people like asses, right?”
Asmo leaned back with a pout. “That’s true. I need someone that would truly admire my perfect ass.” His head lulled back. “Solomon! Could you come here, please?”
Barbatos finally gasped for air as he leaned on Lance for support. “Whatever made that pop into your head, Lance?”
“I don’t know, I thought it was funny.” Lance scooped up a bit of icing from the cake then booped Barbatos’s nose. The demon went cross-eyed at the sugary frosting on his skin. “Maybe there’s something in the cake.”
“Please! Just spank me!” Asmo sounded and interrupted the two. They glanced over seeing the demon wiggle his rear at the confused sorcerer.