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"Good morning, my sleepy sweethearts," Solomon said softly as he leaned down to press a kiss to each of his snoozing lust demons. Chou, the sorcerer's accidental little D familiar, or perhaps it was the other way around, was tucked up tightly under Asmodeus' chin. His petite velveteen wings fluttered at the greeting, little black claws reaching for his human to join them in bed. Chou's larger counterpart was more successful in snaring their silver haired intruder, and Solomon laughed as he allowed himself to be drug under the covers and cuddled.
"Off," Asmodeus mumbled into his pactmate’s chest, hands lazily fumbling with the hem of his shirt. Solomon acquiesced and rid himself of the offending fabric, then wrapped his demon up in a tight hug while he melted into his now bare skin, trilling softly. Chou did his best to wriggle himself betwixt the pair, happily smooshed between human and demon, a tangle of black wings and pink horns protruding from pale bellies pressed together.
"I brought breakfast for the birthday demon, but I suppose it will keep for a few minutes." Solomon kissed Asmo's forehead, hands kneading down the muscles of his back and around his sets of wings. The soft trilling turned to outright purring as Asmo draped himself further across his sorcerer so he could have better access for his roaming magic hands.
"Did you make it?" Asmo asked, face still firmly planted against Solomon's pectorals. "No, it was all custom ordered just for you though. Several café and bakery employees wish sincerely for me to become a permanent resident of the celestial realm I'm sure, with all the particulars of my orders." Chuckling, Solomon recounted his prior evening, "I had intended on making a big breakfast for you myself, but any time I went into the kitchen last night to pre-prep, Simeon or Barbatos kept having what they insisted were dire emergencies that only I could help with. I don't know what got into both of them, so dramatic. I do hope you'll enjoy it anyway, Bijou."
"I'm sure I'll love it, Sol. In a bit though, more cuddles please." Not nearly as willing to be trapped by the sappy lovers now that breakfast had been mentioned, Chou grumbled in infernal as he pried himself free to hover over and survey the food.
Apparently Solomon had brought an entire table into Asmo's room while they slept, and it was covered in a white lace tablecloth all sorts of food that looked as beautiful as it did delicious. Stacks of thick cinnamon french toast, swirls of pink strawberry infused whipped cream, jars of syrup that glittered with iridescence, carafes of sparkling demonus with fresh fruit juice and slices, bite sized scones glazed with white and pink drizzle, perfectly airy scrambled egg whites and sautéed vegetables, fruit, cheese, and bacon tarts, giant mugs of fancy steaming lattes, and frozen fruit smoothies. There was even a giant, jiggly, fluffy birthday pancake that was nearly as tall as Chou, covered in sprinkles and edible glitter in the shape of Asmo's symbol with a pretty candle formed like a calligraphy style 'A' stuck in the top, just waiting to soak up the sparkly syrup. In the center was a bouquet of exotic flowers every shade of pink, red, and orange you could imagine, and a few you can't, nearly mimicking the colors of Asmo's eyes, spilling from their vase and all throughout the empty spaces between the dishes.
"Asmodeus will be quite upset I'm sure if he doesn't get the chance to take a picture for his Devilgram before you dig in." Solomon warned. He sighed at Chou's pout, the most cruel and effective weapon against the powerful sorcerer, second only to Asmo's. "Have a scone to hold you over, darling." The little demon placated for the moment, Solomon turned his attention back to his giggling full sized demon. "I have a few things for all of us to share after we eat, too." Solomon pulled his demon up to kiss him properly, but was interrupted by his stomach rumbling loudly.
Laughing, Asmo rolled off his pactmate, stretching languidly. "OK, I'm up, let's eat before you starve." His yawn was cut off with an excited, "Oh!" as he took in the spread on the table at the foot of his bed. "Oh Solomon, everything looks gorgeous! There's so much, too, you didn't have to do this. Thank you, sweet sorcerer." He went to roll back to Solomon to give him a hug, but he was already standing, undoing his belt. "Oh, were you that kind of hungry?~♡" Asmo winked and playfully started sliding the covers down his nude form.
Solomon shimmied out of his pants and picked up a bag from beside the bed. "Always," He replied, returning Asmo's wink, "but I needed to change so I fit in with you and Chou. Here." After taking out a giant bundle of soft pink fluff fpr himself, he handed the Savonne bag to Asmo. Inside was more pink fluff, that upon closer inspection was the softest and poofiest robe Asmo had ever felt.
"Oh Sol! These are so cute and they feel amazing!" He quickly bundled himself up in the robe and pulled out a much smaller robe, apparently intended for Chou. "Chou, come here, look!" Asmo held the robe out for the little demon who excitedly fluttered over. After helping thread his wings through the openings in the back, Asmo bundled Chou up and squeezed him tight. "Oh you're just adorable, my little cutie!"
Solomon crawled to sit beside Asmodeus and Chou at the end of the bed, wrapping one arm around Asmo's waist and the other hand resting between Chou's wings. "You're both adorable, and my little cuties," He cooed, kissing his pactmate on the temple. "After breakfast I have the new skincare line from Savonne for us all to try out, and the summer bath product launch for later tonight."
"What? That Savonne line doesn't come out for another 2 weeks, I haven't even gotten my promo package yet, and the summer launch is another month away! How did you get those?" Asmo exclaimed, leaning over Solomon to reach for the bags beside the bed.
"There are perks to being the pactmate of the Avatar of Lust," Solomon winked. He left out that being the pactmate of the Prince's butler certainly seemed to lend his requests weight where his own power and reputation did not. "Breakfast first, Bijou." Solomon pulled Asmodeus upright and rescued Chou from the sea of pink fluff between them that he had been tumbled into, little feet flailing to right himself with the marshmallow-like fabric wrapping his round body. "We have all day to spend together, there's no rush."
After a moment of pouting, Asmo's expression softened with a sigh. "You're right. Thank you Sol, you spoil me rotten, you know?"
"I know, you deserve it for putting up with me all these years." He chuckled, pulling his demons into his lap to cuddle and feed them breakfast. "I love you, Asmodeus. Happy Birthday."