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Beelzebub had such a beautiful body. He was exquisitely built; blessed naturally from birth with a tall, broad, powerful form. His daily workouts had further sculpted every muscle into a masterpiece of flesh. There wasn't an artist amongst the three realms who could craft a more striking form.
He was objectively stunning, chiseled and handsome; the kind of demon anyone would jump at the chance to admire in his barest, most natural form. And yet somehow Asmodeus had never gotten the opportunity.
It certainly wasn't for lack of trying. Somehow, no matter the circumstance, Asmo was never able to catch a full glimpse of his brother's statuesque body. Every time he managed to catch him in a state of undress Beel was at least wearing boxers or trunks, slung tantalizingly low across his hips. Asmo had once tried to enlist Satan's aid in a harmless prank in which Beel's towels would mysteriously disappear while he showered, forcing him to walk through the halls bare and dripping, but Satan hadn't been interested. "Beel is too nice," he had said, "it wouldn't be any fun."
Asmo couldn't have disagreed more. It would've been very fun.
Even the time they had all visited a hot spring together, with a veritable cornucopia of yummy flesh on display around him, he still wasn’t able to catch a glimpse. Beel had entered before he did, all his most evasive parts well hidden beneath the water. And despite Asmo's best efforts to outlast him, he simply wasn't built to withstand the scalding heat for that long and was ultimately forced to leave first before he passed out.
And so, Asmo had never seen his younger brother in the nude. He couldn't deny his curiosity. As someone with a self-proclaimed eye for form and aesthetic he felt personally slighted at having such a lovely body kept from him, however inadvertently. But as the Avatar of Lust, he felt even more strongly than that, because while never having had the opportunity to look at Beel was a shame, never getting to have Beel was a tragedy.
All of his other brothers had succumbed to Asmo's charms at one point or another. Some were more evasive than others, but reading people's moods and desires was part of Asmo's natural talent. It was easy enough to draw each of them to him when he wanted; some would even seek him out on their own from time to time. But not Beelzebub, the sweet, straightforward sixth-born. As far as Asmo could tell his idea of pleasure generally seemed to begin and end at eating. And any lustful inclinations seemed to be reserved exclusively for his twin.
It made Asmodeus balk to think someone so handsome wouldn't be interested in him. Demons weren't generally known for their monogamy; what could Belphie possibly have that he didn't? Bedsores? The idea of someone resisting his charms was frankly unfathomable. So he decided to take matters into his own hands and get what he wanted, once and for all.
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It wasn't hard to track Belphie down to the room in the attic, curled up in a mound of pillows for a mid-morning nap. Asmo delicately sat down next to him, stroking his hair softly. Belphegor was probably the most licentious amongst his other brothers; as such they'd been together a number of times. It was a lot of fun if Asmo was in the mood to put in the work, since his baby brother was nothing if not lazy and spoiled.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Asmo sing-songed, ruffling his hair a bit more firmly. Belphie's face scrunched up, his arm moving up to swat away the attacking hand with a groan.
"What are you doing? How long have you been up here?" He asked blearily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand.
Asmo put his hands up in mock surprise. "Oh, all morning! Hours! I've needed to talk to you but you simply couldn't be woken! I was starting to think you'd been put under a curse!"
Belphie didn't buy it for a second. "Hours, huh? Then you wouldn't mind waiting a few more, right?" He scooted over and dropped his head right in Asmo's lap, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes once again.
"Belphieee!" Asmo whined.
An eye cracked open, glancing up at Asmo mischievously. "Fine, I’m just kidding. So what do you want?"
Asmo's pout easily turned into a smile as he busied his hands in playing with Belphie's hair, rubbing his scalp. "Well! Since you asked, I want to have sex with Beel."
Belphie blinked up at him slowly. "What does that have to do with me?"
"It's because he just doesn't seem to be interested in anyone other than you! He doesn't respond to anything I do! And it's not as if he's told me no; I'd respect it if he had, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. If it wasn't for you I’d think he didn't have sex at all! I could put on my skimpiest lingerie and cartwheel across the room in front of him and I don't even know if he would notice."
"Have you tried that?"
Asmo whined. "Basically!"
With a slight grunt of exertion Belphegor pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Well, you're not totally wrong," he began, burying a quick yawn in his sleeve. "Beel can be pretty tough to get going. If I didn't goad him into it half the time I don't think he'd bother."
"So what do I have to do to get his attention? Dress up like a cake?"
"Only if you want to get eaten. In the wrong way."
Asmo groaned dramatically.
"Look if you really want... I can probably help you out. Why don't you come by our room later today and I’ll see what I can do."
“Oh, Belphie! You’re the best!” Asmo cheered, drawing him into a big hug.
“Sure, sure.”
--
"Knock knock!" Asmo chirped in lieu of actually knocking. He had the door thrown wide before anyone inside even had the chance to respond, strolling in as if he belonged there. He quickly made note of his two brothers entangled on Belphie's bed, Belphie straddling Beel's lap.
"Oh my, you two seem to be quite wrapped up! Is this a bad time?" he asked innocently even as he stepped further into the room, confidently seating himself in the chair by the head of the bed.
"What's up, Asmo?" Beel asked, making no move to extricate himself from his brother's embrace.
"Asmo and I had made plans to study together earlier, isn't that right?" Belphie smoothly fibbed.
"Yes, but don't worry about it! I wouldn't want to interrupt just for something like that. This is much more interesting. Don't let me keep you."
"Ehh, and you're planning to stay?" Beel's voice started to show a bit of uncertainty.
"Let him. it could be fun, don't you think?" Belphie chimed in.
"Fun?"
"Yeah, fun. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well, not really-"
Belphie bounced in Beel's lap, his lips painted with a restrained smile but his eyes sharp and wolfish.
Asmo thought he looked a little scary like that. It took his breath away.
Belphie leaned in and kissed Beel with a hunger and possessiveness Asmo wasn't used to seeing from his lethargic baby brother. It was thrilling to watch, especially when Beel easily kept up with his pace, matching him blow for blow in intensity. Generally it was difficult to imagine that mouth being used for much more than mastication but Asmo was pleased to find out it might be skilled at other things too.
After a while longer Belphie broke from the kiss, resting his forehead against Beel's and locking their gazes purposefully. Asmo wondered if maybe they were doing that kind of telepathic twin communication he'd always heard about until Belphie turned that lidded stare on him instead.
"Okay, it's your turn," he reached out and made a grabbing motion in Asmo's direction, still straddling Beel's legs.
"I thought you'd never ask," Asmo giggled, moving over to the bed to settle into Belphie's arms. They met midway for a kiss of their own, mouths pushing against each other hard.
The touch of lips quickly devolved into something far more lewd. Belphie's mouth was hot and wet, with a nimble, sharp little tongue he had no problem burrowing into Asmo's mouth. Not to be outdone, Asmo wrapped his lips around it and sucked, relishing in the sloppy wet noises it produced. He hummed sweetly, happily losing himself to the sensation.
"Nn, hold on," Belphie was the one to break away first, placing a hand on his chest to gently hold him back. "Beel, why don't you give him a kiss too? Wouldn't want anyone feeling left out."
“Me?” Beel sounded incredulous.
“If you want,” Asmo piped up, hopeful. He met Beel’s frustratingly blank gaze, heart pounding.
It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before Beel gave a single resolute nod. “Okay.” He grabbed Asmo’s arm, yanking him into his chest and unceremoniously pressing their lips together. At first Beel stayed somewhat tight-lipped, almost reserved, until Belphie slid his hand up into hair, fingers tangling and tugging encouragingly at the short spikes.
“Go ahead,” Belphie encouraged softly, lips right against his ear. “Kiss him like you were kissing me. Let’s show our big brother a nice time, hmm?”
Beel seemed to come alive at the encouragement, his mouth falling open and the kiss rapidly deepening into something hotter, wetter. His tongue pushed past Asmo’s lips, thick and straightforward. But of course his tongue was thick, Asmo mused. Everything about Beel was thick. Probably. Asmo was particularly excited to find out.
What he may have lacked in finesse Beel certainly made up for in enthusiasm. He kissed like he ate; eager, messy, and forceful. That big tongue wormed deep inside his mouth, licking him out, running over every surface it could reach.
Asmo pushed himself closer, sitting up on his knees against the twins’ sides. Belphie's hand came to rest at his lower back, sliding cold little fingers up underneath his shirt to rub along his bare skin. At the same time Beel reached up with one hand to cradle the back of Asmo's head, gentle but firm, keeping him close. As if Asmo had any intention of pulling away.
"Hey," Belphie said after a while had passed, though it went ignored. The fingers on Asmo's back started tapping in random patterns, eventually devolving into impatient slapping.
"Heeyyy!" he whined more loudly, his tone petulant.
Asmo broke the kiss, sitting back slightly, just as far as Beel's hold would let him. Beel looked over at his twin expectantly.
“Don't leave me out. It's boring,” Belphie pouted.
"Sorry Bel." Beel reached up with his free hand to pull Belphie down by the neck, mirroring his hold on Asmo. Their lips pressed together, Beel's voice low and rough and purposeful, "I would never forget you."
And then they were kissing just as passionately as before, but this time Asmo had a front row seat to the proceedings, practically pressed to Beel's cheek as he was. Not one to be left behind he began kissing and licking his way down Beel's jaw, then up along Belphie's, then someone turned to kiss him, a tongue against his, trading kisses between the three of them until it was all one big mess of tongues and lips and saliva and heat.
"Fuck," Asmo whined into the tangle, his body hot. "Fuck me."
"You heard him, Beel," Belphie chimed in, his voice light and playful, sounding altogether far too composed. "Fuck him."
Beel looked from Belphie to Asmo for a moment before nodding.
“Yeah.”
Belphie climbed off of Beel's lap, giving him the room to maneuver Asmo into the center of the bed. Belphie stripped off his sweater and shirt, slotting himself in behind Asmo.
“Off,” he ordered, pawing at Asmo’s shirt until he relented and lifted his arms, allowing it to be peeled off of him and thrown to the side. Asmo opened his mouth to complain about the treatment of his clothing (that shirt was expensive!!) only for the complaints to die on his lips as Beel tugged his own shirt over his head, revealing that strong, sculpted torso.
Immediately Asmo's hands were on Beel's chest, fingers splayed out over his generous pecs. He squeezed and kneaded like a cat with a blanket, hypnotized by how the firm flesh gave under the pressure. He cupped them in his hands and pushed them together, cooing with delight at the deep resulting cleavage.
"Um," Beel started, his cheeks starting to redden.
Belphie slid his arms around Asmo's chest, "Aren't you getting a little distracted? I thought you wanted to have sex, not just to play with his boobs."
"...Boobs," Beel repeated quietly to himself, sounding somewhere between offended and embarrassed.
"Of course I want to have sex, but I couldn't possibly waste such a rare opportunity! But you wouldn't get it; you get to touch all this whenever you want."
Belphie made a noncommittal noise. "Eh, I guess."
Truly, he was too spoiled.
"Okay, that's enough." Beel cut off any further discussion, pulling Asmo's legs out from under him and leaving him upended gracelessly on his back, head in Belphie's lap. He chased down after him to feast on his neck, hungrily latching on with lips and teeth. At the same time Beel reached down to unfasten Asmo's pants, roughly dragging them down his hips and over the curve of his ass.
Asmo let out a sultry laugh as he felt his hardening dick spring free. "Impatient! Someone's hungry for it, aren't they?"
"I'm always hungry," Beel murmured, pulling back to fix Asmo with a level gaze.
"Me too," Asmo challenged.
With that, Beel yanked Asmo's pants and underwear clear off and threw them aside. He wasted no time settling himself low between those slim legs, turning his head to lick a wet stripe across Asmo's inner thigh. He sucked the soft skin into his mouth, grinding his teeth against it hard.
"Hey, w-wait! No bruises!" Asmo flailed his hands out to stop him, even as his voice went high and breathless.
"Yeah, give up on that," Belphie said, not unkindly. He reached out to grab Asmo's wrists, guiding his hands to wrap around Belphie’s waist, up and out of the way.
"I don’t want to look like Cerberus' chew toy," he gasped at a sharp nip to his leg.
"Don't you think it's kind of sexy though?" Belphie stretched forward to rake his nails up Asmo's torso, starting below his ribs and slowly dragging them up his chest to his collarbone, leaving darkening pink trails in his wake. "Being all marked up like that, having that reminder of everything he did to you? You should see my thighs sometimes. Black and blue."
Though still leery of having his flawless skin marred, Asmo couldn't deny the appeal.
The click of a plastic cap drew his attention back downwards, watching as Beel sat back up slightly to slick his fingers with a small bottle of lube he’d retrieved from somewhere. With his clean hand he pushed Asmo’s leg up and out of the way, looking up to his face for permission. "I’m gonna open you up now. This okay?"
Asmo nodded excitedly, his hips falling open wider. He craned his neck down to watch as best he could as Beel drew a warm, wet fingertip over his entrance, then easily slipped his finger all the way inside. Asmo trilled; being stretched open was his favorite feeling in the world. Beel started slowly pistoning in and out, watching the little hole spread with rapt focus. He slipped in another sizable finger alongside the first, twisting them in a way Asmo could only describe as yummy. He wanted more.
Beel, unfortunately, seemed to have other plans. He kept his pace steady and slow as he hunched over to latch onto Asmo’s thigh once again, sucking what was sure to be a nasty bruise into his already reddening skin. Asmo whimpered, the fingers inside him thick and wonderful but just not enough. His cock, now fully stiff and pink, throbbed against his stomach; Beel hadn't even had the decency to put that big hot mouth to work where it really mattered. Asmo bucked his hips, trying to encourage more, or faster, or anything, but his efforts only resulted in Beel’s grip on his leg tightening, keeping him firmly in place. His steady, gentle pace never faltered. It was quickly becoming maddening.
“Come onnnn! I'm fine, really; you don't have to!" Asmo whined. It was true, his body was perfectly capable of handling all sorts of things without any preparation, and the careful attention Beel was paying was already more than enough. "Just fuck me already!"
He was immediately shut down. "Not yet."
Belphie finally spoke up from above. "I can’t really get him to skip this part either, and he’ll do pretty much anything I ask. Just let him take care of you. I think he wants to make sure he won't hurt you; he's pretty big."
That promise was as infuriating as it was intriguing. "Well I wouldn’t know, would I? I haven't even gotten to see it yet! Both of you still have your pants on! Why am I the only one naked, that’s not fair!” Asmo tugged roughly at the waistband of Belphie’s pants to emphasize his point. “At least give me something nice to look at if you’re going to keep me waiting this long.”
“Something to look at?” Belphie repeated thoughtfully, catching Asmo’s meaning. He shuffled his seat over a little bit, jostling the head in his lap in the process. He reached down and opened his fly, pushing his pants and underwear down his hips far enough that his hard dick sprang free, bobbing right next to Asmo’s face. “Is this better?”
Asmo sighed like he’d found water in the desert. “Ohh, much,” he purred, pulling his arms back down from around Belphie’s waist so he could wrap a hand around it, stroking gently. Belphie’s cock wasn’t too dissimilar in size to his own, but there was something about it Asmo always found particularly cute. Maybe it was the juxtaposition of such an energetic dick on such an otherwise lazy body. He bet Beel would agree.
“Hey Beel, Belphie’s cock is soooo cute, don’t you think?” he asked loudly, making sure to catch his brother’s attention. He knew it worked when Beel stopped gnawing on his legs, straightening back up to get a better view.
“Yeah. Everything about Belphie is cute,” Beel replied calmly, though his level demeanor was belied by the sheer intensity of his stare as Asmo nuzzled his cheek against it.
“Mm, I agree,” Asmo smirked, catching his youngest brother’s eye as he surged forward to give a slow lick over the tip of that cute dick. It was an awkward position; he had to crane his neck and twist his torso to reach it properly, but the reaction from both twins was worth it. Above him Belphie let out a quiet moan, one of his hands coming up to tangle in Asmo’s hair to press him even closer. Beel’s slow rhythm mercifully sped up, every thrust coming much harder. With far less consideration than before he shoved in a third finger, making Asmo coo in delight.
Finally satisfied with how things were proceeding, Asmo allowed himself to relax into the treatment. He closed his lips around the head of Belphie’s dick and began sucking in earnest, his cheeks hollowing. Periodically, when the strain of the position became too much he would let go, relaxing back against Belphie’s leg and rubbing it against his cheek or the cushion of his pursed lips instead. He knew how to put on a good show, and relished in the feeling of two sets of hungry purple eyes boring into him as he hummed and murmured encouragement about how cute they both were, how good he felt, how much he couldn’t wait to feel them both inside him.
He continued on like that for a while, alternating between his lascivious display and sucking Belphie’s cock, rolling his hips to meet Beel’s hand with every stab into his body. His untouched cock, now oozing and shiny with precum, bobbed against his stomach. Asmo hadn’t been touched yet, hadn’t even touched himself. He reached down with the intent to take the edge off, but before he could get a hand on himself Beel suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers free. Asmo immediately let out a squeal, his hole suddenly achingly empty.
"Nice and soft now," Beel smiled at his big brother, pleased with the work he'd done. He pulled down on Asmo’s rim with the pad of his thumb, admiring the flash of pink inside. “Cute.” Asmo shivered at the commentary. Sitting up on his knees, Beel unceremoniously began to strip out of his pants. Not with any sense of urgency, not a sexy striptease, but plain and straightforward as Beel was with everything; it was probably the same way he undressed for bed every night. Asmo watched with rapt attention anyway, Belphie’s dick in his hand totally forgotten.
Finally, finally, after what Asmo could’ve sworn was an eternity of waiting, Beel’s pants slipped down over the round swell of his ass, his dick finally springing out free and proud. And just as Asmo had imagined, it was big and beautiful and perfect; everything he had ever imagined and hoped it to be.
“Ohh, wow,” Asmo’s eyes sparkled as he watched Beel peel out of his clothes, throwing them over the edge of the bed to deal with later.
“Nice, huh?” Belphie asked, knowing exactly where Asmo’s gaze was focused even as he was focused there himself. But nice was something of an understatement. Framed picturesquely by a sharp cut Adonis’ belt and strong, sculpted thighs, Beel’s cock certainly matched up with the rest of his body. It was heavy and thick, bowing slightly under its own weight. Asmo’s fingers itched to wrap around it, to see how far they could reach, to glide his hands up and down the soft skin of the shaft. But more than anything he wanted to feel the weight of it inside him, splitting him open, how it would feel anchored deep inside his guts.
“I think-” Asmo took a moment, swallowing the saliva that had gathered under his tongue, “I think you should put that inside me now.”
“Yeah,” Beel agreed, crawling back between his legs. He grabbed the bottle of lube from earlier and squeezed a decent amount into his palm, slicking up his cock with a few languorous strokes, then wiped the excess off his hand onto his own thigh. He shimmied forward, using one hand to line himself up, the other curled around Asmo’s hip. Asmo sucked in a breath, holding it in anticipation as he felt the push of that hot, blunt head against his entrance, slowly pressing into him with a wickedly delicious pressure. Maybe all that maddening stretching had been worth it for just how easily his body accepted that thick cock, how smoothly it fit inside him, how deep it reached.
Asmo’s exhale came out as a long, shuddering groan as Beel finally bottomed out inside him, cock radiating a heat that quickly spread across Asmo’s body like brushfire. The stretch, the pressure, the fullness all felt absolutely divine. Ever considerate, Beel held himself still for a moment to allow Asmo to acclimate to the intensity of the sensation. Asmo hardly needed it, however, and was intent on making his brothers understand just how much he could take. Wanted to take. Hooking his legs around Beel’s waist, Asmo pulled him closer so he could wrap his arms around his neck and drag him into a hard kiss. He bit and pulled at Beel’s lips with his teeth, teasing until Beel turned his head to slot their lips together properly.
Asmo held him there, moaning into his mouth, his absolute want and need starting to overwhelm him. He dug his heels into Beel’s back, pulling back from the kiss just enough to murmur against his lips, “You can move now. You can fuck me. Show me what you can do.”
Beel nodded, sitting up ever so slightly so he could carefully watch Asmo's face for any signs of discomfort. Finding none he began to roll his hips shallowly, then easing a bit deeper, then deeper again until Asmo once again jabbed him again with his heels. “More~!”
“You’re so impatient,” Beel said flatly, stopping altogether. Before Asmo had the chance to voice his displeasure, Beel was unwrapping his arms from around his neck, guiding one hand back onto Belphie’s abandoned cock and pinning the other flat against the mattress. He scooped up a thigh, pressing it open, drew his hips back slightly and immediately slammed home, far harder than he had up until that point. Asmo cried out sharply, the sound trailing off into a purr as Beel started fucking into him properly, setting a steady rhythm.
Asmo began jacking Belphie off once again as directed, enjoying the soft noise of pleasure he made with every stroke. His cock steadily drooled precome over Asmo’s hand, easing the way. Asmo surged forward and sucked the crown of his cock again, letting the movement from Beel’s hips propel him forward. He moaned around it; the feeling of being filled so well from both ends clouding his mind.
Belphie slid his fingers back into Asmo's hair, gently supporting Asmo as he rocked back against his face. His moans were thin, delicate things, growing slightly louder as he chased his own pleasure. Beel, never having seen his twin with someone else like this, couldn't help but stare. At Belphie's dreamy expression, at the place where his cock disappeared behind Asmo's stretched lips.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice gravelly and low.
"Mm," Belphie sighed in affirmation. "Feels so good. Want you too, though…"
Never one to deny him, Beel leaned forward to him a hand around the back of Belphie's neck. The movement anchored Beel's dick deep and heavy inside him. Asmo squawked as Belphie leaned in as well, unceremoniously squashing him between them. The two met in the middle for a kiss, sloppy and loud and more tongue than lips.
"Wow," Asmo breathlessly murmured at the view. His cock jumped and drooled at the sight; Belphie practically nursing on Beel's tongue above him, a thin trail of shared saliva running down Beel's chin, both their lips slick and shiny with it.
Beel's thrusts slowed to a near stop as he was drawn deeper into the kiss, distracted by his beloved twin’s mouth. Asmo wiggled his hips at the loss, trying to fuck himself on the cock inside him, but he was too tightly pinned to get much satisfaction. Watching his brothers making out over him was beyond sexy, and on any other day he would be more than happy to have a front row seat to the proceedings, but he had already waited long enough. He wasn't in the mood to be ignored.
"Don't forget about me!" He dug his heels into Beel's back sharply, driving him down further into his tightly clenched heat. Beel broke away from Belphie, staring down at Asmo with eyes blazing. Next thing Asmo knew he was folded nearly in half, legs pinned up next to his head by strong hands. Beel doubled down on his pace, slamming his hips forward with brutal efficiency. The new angle had Asmo seeing sparks on every thrust, a chorus of whines and gasps streaming from his lips.
"Is that better?" Belphie cooed down at him, petting Asmo's head where it rested on his lap. "We didn't mean to ignore you, big bro."
"You two are- ah- a menace!” he hiccupped, each hard thrust making his voice jump. He didn’t know when he had lost the last of his control over the situation; it wasn’t common for someone to get the jump on him so thoroughly. He supposed it was to be expected though with partners like the twins, who’d had centuries together to fall in sync. In retrospect he never stood a chance against them. Together they worked like a well-oiled machine, somehow finding the precise way to bring him to pieces.
“Hey, pay attention. Don't forget to work on this too, alright?" Belphie jabbed his hips forward so his hard dick bounced against Asmo's cheek.
Resigning himself to being little more than a glorified plaything for the rest of the encounter, Asmo tilted his head down and let Belphie slide his dick in past his lips. This time though, rather than letting Asmo set the pace, Belphie held his head steady and fucked into his mouth. Though he couldn't go too deep due to their position, Asmo relaxed his jaw and throat nonetheless, letting the head of his dick prod over and over against the back of his hard palate.
Asmo let himself sink into the bliss of being well-used. His body felt so full, so heavy. Heat pooled in his abdomen, stoking higher and hotter with every thrust of Beel's hips. It was easy to unravel quickly when Beel was fucking like an absolute machine. Rhythmic and unrelenting, his hips snapped forward with power and precision. His big hands dug into the backs of Asmo's legs, keeping him locked in place. All he could do was to moan and whine around the cock in his mouth, cheeks deep pink and glistening with sweat. A deliciously familiar sensation started to wind tight deep inside him. It made him crave so desperately, his legs jolting every time Beel pounded into that one perfect spot.
Belphie wasn't far behind him. His legs had begun to tremble, his hips stuttering and jerking. When Asmo craned his head back to look at him his eyes were screwed shut, a charming blush spread all the way across his face and neck.
Asmo pulled off. Belphie let him go, though he kept his fingers anchored in Asmo's hair, stroking through the strands in a fidgety way. “You’re close,” Asmo murmured against his spit-wet cock as he fought to catch his breath.
“So are you,” Belphie replied through gritted teeth, face scrunched up cutely in pleasure.
Asmo took Belphie in one tight fist, stroking firmly. “Show me, then.” He put all of his charm into his voice, practically purring the next words. “Come for me. Show me just how good you feel.”
Even Beel slowed to watch as Belphie’s body tensed up and he came with a sweet little cry, spilling hot across Asmo’s lips and cheek. Asmo practically purred in contentment. He stretched forward to wrap his lips around the tip of Belphie’s dick as he pumped him through his orgasm, making sure to milk him of every last yummy drop. He finally popped off with a breathless giggle as his baby brother inhaled sharply, an overstimulated shiver running up his spine. Belphie collapsed back bonelessly, down for the count.
Asmo turned his attention back to Beel who was watching him with a dark, penetrating expression. “I’m almost there,” Asmo warned airily, finally able to slide his arms around the back of his neck.
Beel nodded once and released Asmo's legs, letting them settle back down naturally around his waist. He scooped him up in his arms, easily lifting him up and off of Belphie's lap, pulling their chests together tight. His hips continued grinding forward, fucking into him as Asmo’s cock finally found the friction he was desperate for rubbing up against Beel’s sculpted abs.
Asmo pressed upwards to close the remaining distance with a kiss, but Beel turned his head at the last second, instead loudly slurping at the cum dripping across his cheek.
"Oh shit," Asmo whimpered, the heavy heat in his gut spreading in a familiar way. "'S gonna make me..."
"Okay. Cum for us, then," Beel said plainly, licking up another streak of his twin’s cum from Asmo's face.
That did it. Asmo fell over the edge, the heat that had been simmering in his gut finally boiling over. His cock spurted out between their bodies, slicking both of their stomachs. Painted nails dug gouges into the meat of Beel’s shoulders, his voice tearing out of him in a loud wail.
Beel continued to fuck him through his orgasm, hips pistoning as rhythmic and steady as a machine. He had to bite his lip as Asmo’s body clenched and spasmed around him, impossibly tight and hot and distracting. But he continued on relentlessly, through the tremors and the pretty cries, through the manicured nails at his back digging in just a little too deep, well into the point of pain.
"Beel- Beel, ah, that's enough," Asmo gasped after a minute, slapping him on the shoulder weakly. Beel stretched over him, looking down at Asmo's face with an uncharacteristically devilish smile.
"But if Belphie and I each get to come once then it's only fair that we make you come twice, right?" Beel punctuated his thought with a languid roll of his hips, watching the resulting shiver ripple through Asmo's abdomen
"And Beel hasn't even come yet," Belphie chimed in from where he was lounging next to him. "Surely the powerful Avatar of Lust isn't satisfied with one little orgasm?"
"I am when the dick is this big," Asmo whined, but for all his complaining he allowed Beel to manhandle him as he liked. He shifted so his legs were folded underneath him, knees spread wide. He laid Asmo back down on the bed, keeping his ass hoisted up on his lap, dick still buried inside him the whole time. Asmo started to push up onto his elbows for leverage, only for Belphie to pull his arm out from under him, holding it to keep him from lifting up again. Asmo let out a dramatic whine, petering off into a yelp as Beel started thrusting up into him with a grunt, bouncing him in his lap.
"Isn't his stamina amazing? I honestly don't know how he keeps it up," Belphie murmured into Asmo's ear. "All that working out he does is good for something after all, I guess."
Asmo might've agreed if he could form a coherent thought, but Beel took his rapidly re-hardening cock in one hand, stealing all coherence. His grip was loose, but the sharp bouncing of Asmo's hips forced him to fuck into his fist relentlessly.
Belphie scooted closer, plastering himself against Asmo's side. He wrapped an arm over him, absentmindedly scratching circles into the thin skin of his chest. Lips pressed against him, peppering his neck and shoulder with lazy, cat-like licks and kisses.
Asmo's voice wavered as he cried out, every touch like a static shock to his over-sensitized skin. He grabbed onto the back of Belphie's neck for dear life, pulling him tighter into the crook of his neck. He could feel the scrape of teeth. Slapping flesh and Beel's deep, bitten-back moans filled the room; a symphony he enjoyed more than he ever could any of Lucifer's records.
"Oh Beel, isn't our big brother pretty? Don't you think he looks so good like this?" Belphie asked, a wicked smirk hidden against Asmo's neck. Beel immediately understood Belphie's game, locking eyes with Asmo beneath him.
"Beautiful," he panted.
It was a critical hit.
Asmo moaned desperately, fingers curling hard into Belphie's nape. His legs tensed up, squeezing around Beel's sides.
"Mm, so pretty," Belphie scratched lightly over a pert pink nipple, the sensation maddening. He rambled on encouragingly, murmuring filthy things into Asmo's ear. “So pretty when Beel fucks you… why don't you cum for us again, make lots of pretty sounds…”
In a concentrated assault, Beel let go of Asmo's dick to hoist his ass up in the air, using the extra space to piston into him relentlessly. Belphie immediately reached down to jack him instead, fingers wrapping around him choke-tight.
All at once Asmo came, screaming as his second orgasm tore through him, sharp and overwhelming like electricity. His eyes rolled back in his head as Beel fucked him through it, every thrust replacing his thoughts with soft fuzz. His cock drooled weakly over Belphie’s knuckles. Asmo twisted his hips, trying to squirm away from the sources of his relentless pleasure, but Beel kept his grip on him firm and unyielding. He continued jackhammering away with abandon, his thrusts only becoming rougher as Asmo clenched and twitched around him, letting out a litany of hiccuping cries.
Belphie relaxed his grip on Asmo and pushed himself upright, though he didn't let go altogether. “You're almost there?” he shuffled on his knees over to Beel, voice light and sweet. Beel nodded, sweat running down his temple. Belphie used his free hand to turn Beel's face towards him, giving him a soft kiss. He didn't pull back afterwards, their lips dragging together as he next spoke. “Does it feel good inside him? Are you ready to cum?”
"Y-yeah, I'm right…" Beel practically growled. His brow furrowed, rhythm faltering, hips slamming forward hard enough to bruise. "I'm gonna…!"
Asmo wailed as Beel smashed into him, burying himself deep as he came. A hoarse, bestial sound tore through his gritted teeth, more animal than man. Blunt nails dug hard into the meat of Asmo's ass, leaving telltale rows of bruises that would surely take weeks to heal. Belphie, still pressed close, dotted kisses all over Beel's cheek and temple. He finally unwrapped his hand from around Asmo's cock, instead reaching down to run his finger over the seam where their bodies joined. Asmo's stretched, swollen rim and Beel's thick cock pulsing inside of it, still shallowly bucking in and out as he unloaded. Asmo’s body twitched and trembled, the muscles of his abdomen still jolting with aftershocks.
After what felt like a lifetime Beel’s hips slowed and finally stilled, his body instantly going heavy. He managed to keep himself from collapsing down onto Asmo, helped in large part by Belphie's body against his propping him up. Beel opened his mouth and let Belphie kiss him again, languorous and sweet. Belphie swallowed down his heaving breaths, replacing them with his own.
Eventually Beel fell back a bit. He looked down at Asmo who was slowly coming back to himself from his blissed-out high. Beel slowly pulled his hips back, his softening cock slipping from its sheath with an accompanying wet gush of cum. Belphie's fingers were still there to push it back in, making Asmo's face scrunch up with a groan.
Beel slid back from Asmo, gently setting his legs down in a more comfortable position. He crawled up the bed, laying out next to him. He draped an arm over his torso, drawing him close and leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder.
"Was that okay? Sorry if it was too much. How do you feel?"
Asmo forced his hazy eyes to focus on Beel's apologetic face. He let out a weak giggle. "Really, really good," he murmured through the fog in his brain.
Following their lead, Belphie laid down on Asmo's other side, draping himself over the both of them. "So are you satisfied? Did you get what you wanted?" he asked.
Asmo considered that. Now that he'd had a taste of the twins and their tandem attack he was surely going to want more. "For now."
"I had fun, too," Beel nodded, weaving his leg between Asmo's, tangling their three bodies even further.
Pouting, Asmo swatted gently at the both of them. "Okay then, it's time to get up! You two got me all sweaty and gross, and my bathtub is calling! I don’t even want to know what my hair looks like."
"Mm, no," Beel smiled, pulling Asmo even tighter against him.
“What?”
"You wanna sleep with Beel then you have to pay the cuddle tax," said Belphie matter-of-factly.
"Cuddle!? But you’re all sticky!" Asmo protested, trying to extract himself from the pile.
"Sorry, there's no getting out of this one," Belphie said with a soft yawn, his head weighing down heavy on Asmo's shoulder as he let his usual drowsiness overtake him.
"Just for a little while. Stay," Beel urged with a soft smile.
Asmo's heart thudded at the sweet look. Maybe he could stay, just for a little bit. He supposed there were worse ways to waste away the time than sandwiched warm and snug between his cute little brothers, especially after they'd taken such good care of him.
"Okay fine. But just for a bit,” he conceded, letting himself relax into their arms. "And then we’re all having a bath right after! Understand?"
"Sure, sure."
"We promise."
Asmo smiled, satisfied. A bath together promised to be even more fun. He couldn’t wait.