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With the front of the ornately decorated fabric gathered into that of a messy bundle, hoisted up, and resting on your lower back, coarse lacework digging and indenting into the supple of your ass with each thrust, you struggle to support yourself, palms awkwardly trying to keep a hold of the small, carved ledge positioned on the wall, fingertips clenched - the pair of you a hallway down from the main ballroom.
“Darling, what did I say about keeping quiet? I don’t think Lord Diavolo would appreciate overhearing his dear, little student being defiled in a hallway,” you can feel his smile faintly on the nape of your nape, pressing close mouthed kisses, “but, maybe that gets you off, imagine their faces, they’d be so disappointed - it wouldn’t be becoming of you to succumb to such a sin, and as a exchange student representing humanity, how shameful.”
Tilting your head down somewhat, shamefaced and abashed, unable to focus on him, instead averting your gaze to the decorated carpet - you can feel the embarrassment physically, both heating up in centre of your palms, clammy and hot, and in your lower stomach; but Asmodeus removes his hand resting on your hip to your head, hooking his fingers in your hair, head now slanting backwards.
His hair extensions tickling just short of your earlobe, earrings settled on your upper shoulder, “Keep your attention on me; is the floor engaging you more than I am, darling?”
“No- no, Asmo, it’s not-”
Rutting harshly into you now, he murmurs, “I’ll give you something to focus on,” and proceeds to twist your head, now pinned against the wall, the apple of your cheek squished, to face one of the ends of the said hallway - your line of sight unintentionally meeting that of Mammon, his cheeks flushed, and pupil’s dilated, “tell me, do you think Mammon would mind me being your first? Always so greedy to have the first claim, isn’t he?”
Mewls muted by the pressure of the wall pressing into your cheek, you desperately avert your eyes once again, but Mammon continues to blatantly stare; Asmodeus smirking, before calling out to him, “Dear brother, care to join us?”