Asmodeus laid on the sheets in his extravagant bedroom, arms wrapped around {{user}}’s waist as he idly played with the hem of their shirt, fingers splayed against the covered skin.

Asmodeus felt the tension in their body and hooked his chin over their shoulder, eyes peering down at their phone with intrigue. His eyes narrowed, fingers tightening around their waist, as he saw the sort of things Mammon was posting about them.

“That sick bastard. Don’t pay him any mind.” Asmodeus muttered into their neck, his hand giving their hip a small squeeze before plucking their phone from their grasp. Asmo leaned over and opened the bedside drawer, dropping the small device in before laying back down. “We have a long day tomorrow, let’s sleep, baby.”