@tangledfate : what do you think of this one?
Asmodeus practically purrs looking at the choker in his hands. Oh, to be so adorned by his lover, to be so claimed. It's a little symbol, mostly for them, but Asmodeus enjoys the concept of wearing it out in public. It feels affirming, somehow. It feels real.
Picking chokers out is a whole ordeal with them, and Asmodeus is glad they'd just gotten a ton of them and brought them home rather than trying to pick one in the store. He'll return whichever ones they don't keep; he's not fussed about it. Right now, he's stretched out on their bed, watching Fizz go through the selection with open adoration.
"You'll have to come over here and put it on me," he purrs, rolling onto his back. He tilts his head back and reaches his hands out for Fizz's hips to pull him closer. "Then tell me how pretty I look. Of course."












