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Bitey (Ozzie/Fizzarolli)

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Oral Fixation, Mouth Kink, Fidgeting, chew toys, Fizzarolli has the personality of a dachshund, Cock Warming, Casual Sex, Fizzy is an Asshole (affectionate), Fluff, i guess Word Count: 2295

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Summary:

Fizzarolli has somehow gotten his hands (or rather, his mouth) on a chew toy for baby hellhounds. Ozzie usually wouldn't mind, but how the hell is he supposed to get anything done when he can't stop watching Fizzy's sharp little teeth work that pink silicone?

The first time he’d noticed the pink necklace, he had thought it was just some new fidget toy. Fizz had had it wrapped around his wrist, absentmindedly threading his fingers through the holes of one of the pendants while he was talking with Lithe about the lighting for the second act tonight. Ozzie had turned away to deal with something else, but when he looked back to his little jester, he saw that one of the pendants was now completely in his mouth and he was chewing on it while he was scanning the schedules on the wall.

“What’cha got there, Fizzbubble?” he asked, slightly worried that he’d try to swallow that thing. There was a reason he kept telling the waiters to make sure the deco on his cocktails was too big for him to eat - you really couldn’t trust Fizzarolli with a choking hazard.

“Hm?” Fizzy only glanced over at him at first, which told Ozzie that he had to be very focused on the schedules. He did, however, take the thing out of his mouth. It was a sort of pink donut, silicone or something, with a little cartoon face. “What‘s it look like? A clarinet? ’S a chew toy,” Fizz said, then he popped it right back into his mouth and went back to looking at the schedules.

Ozzie didn’t really think much about it at that point. His guess was that it was some kind of teething toy, but his attention got monopolized by some concerns Jesse had about an act they were trying to get, and he kind of forgot about it.

Until that evening, that was. Because the pendants showed up again as soon as Fizz had finished introducing the first act.

He bounced up into Ozzie’s balcony as usual to watch the show. Ozzie’s eyes were running over the crowd, making sure that everything was going well, before he turned to Fizz for a moment - and noticed that he was chewing on something again. This time, it was a pink unicorn head.

Ozzie usually had no issue with Fizzy’s fidgeting whatsoever. All that excess energy was what made his little jester the powerhouse of an entertainer that he was, after all. He did make sure that he always had something appropriate to fidget with, of course, because when Fizz didn’t have anything to do with his hands, he would start destroying things around him - like scratching at wooden objects until he could peel the splinters off, or picking apart paper goods, or trying to get his claws between the joints of his robotic hands or arms. So since he didn’t want his favorite imp to leave behind a trail of destruction or damage his limbs to the point where whole parts needed to be replaced, he had made sure that there always was some kind of toy he could fidget with. They were strategically placed throughout Fizzarolli’s dressing room, Ozzie’s office, the backstage area, the car, all over their shared apartment and even in this balcony. Some of the people working the club had picked up on that and had started to bring Fizz new fidget toys every once in a while, which was a good thing because he got bored of them very easily. And if Fizz got bored, well, he wasn’t the one who would be cleaning up the mess he made, obviously.

So Ozzie assumed the pink necklace with the three pendants - the last being a pink lego block, it seemed - was part of that little routine they had established to keep the star of Ozzie’s happy, because he had no idea where else Fizz could have gotten it but from one of the staff. The thing was that this wasn’t the usual kind of spinner or cube or squeeze toy. Otherwise, Fizzy’s sharp imp teeth would have already destroyed at least the donut he’d been gnawing on earlier, and that donut was still dangling on the necklace and seemed completely fine, not even showing teeth marks. So Fizzy was definitely right about it being a chew toy, something made from very tough silicone, maybe not even for baby imps but for something with even sharper teeth? Shark-type Envy demons, or - given the decidedly non-nautical designs - baby hellhounds maybe?

An image of Fizzy in a puppy costume suddenly came to Ozzie’s mind as he kept the eyes of his goat head on him. The thought was so fucking cute that he immediately had the urge to pull out his phone and order something like that, but just then he caught a glimpse of Fizzy’s little red tongue on the side of the chew toy, and he immediately became so transfixed that he forgot about the puppy costume plan. Some people - those who didn‘t know him personally - would have thought that Asmodeus, being the Sin of Lust personified, wasn’t easily distracted by lewd displays. But that logic came from a believe quite prevalent among the lower classes of Hell, that being affected by other people’s behavior had to be a weakness. But Ozzie was so in tune with his Sin that he was, effectively, always ready to zero in on anything around him that could be seen through an erotic lens. And the way his little favorite was licking the edges of that silicone unicorn’s face while holding the top of its head between his sharp teeth - well, it was no wonder that Ozzie’s cock was starting to pay attention.

Since Ozzie was not in the business of delaying his own gratification, he bent down to Fizzy and gave the part of the toy sticking out of his mouth a little flick.

“How about I give your pretty little mouth something else to play with?” he rasped into his ear.

To his delight, Fizzy immediately dropped the spit-slick toy and, a broad grin on his face, gave Ozzie’s hand a wet lick. But instead of getting his pretty little mouth on Ozzie’s cock right away, he nodded towards the stage. “Act’s about to end, boss-man,” he said. “Let me introduce the next one and then I‘m gonna help you with that.”

Ozzie hadn’t even noticed that the set was about to wrap up, and only when he heard the applause from the audience did he realize that Fizzy, of course, was right. He leaned back and nodded towards the stage. He could wait a few more minutes, especially because he knew that Fizz would bring that extra energy he’d get from the crowd work into the blowjob.

Fizz gave him a wink. „Prep that dick for me, won‘t ya?“ he asked before he bounced right off the balcony.

It was definitely not the first time they had their fun on the balcony, so Ozzie didn‘t think too much of the whole incident.

Until he caught Fizzy chewing on the toy again the next day - on the lego pendant this time.

Fizz had just finished yelling at Lavender for shedding all over the make-up area. It wasn‘t really her fault for shedding this time of the year, and Fizz had his own dressing room, but then again Fizz seemed to like yelling at people once in a while, and Ozzie‘d rather he yell at baphomets, who wouldn‘t mind, than at imps or succubi, who might actually get in a snit over it.

Now he was standing there in the middle of the backstage area, still glaring daggers at Lavender, who was just staring back and blinking slowly, likely blazed out of her mind. Without even breaking eye contact, Fizz put the lego chew toy into his mouth and started to gnaw on it.

It did seem to make his mood a little better, at least, since he actually turned away from the baphomet dancer and stomped over to wardrobe. He kept gnawing on the toy while he rifled through the racks, and even though Ozzie really needed to return to his office and get some paperwork done, he couldn‘t help but watch him for just a while longer. He‘d shoved the lego piece between his molars on the right side and was just chomping down on it, gnawing on it as if he was trying to bite it into pieces (the fact that it didn‘t actually break was one more piece of evidence for Ozzie‘s baby hellhound theory).

Finally, he sighed and gave up on getting any paperwork done before tonight‘s show. Instead he walked over to Fizzy and picked him up in one hand. Fizz squawked indignantly, dropping the lego piece out of his mouth as he was deposited on Ozzie‘s shoulder. „Ozzie, what the fuck, I‘ve got to change!“

Ozzie just took the garment bag with his costume in it. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll get you out of your clothes alright,“ he said.

On the third day, Ozzie started to think that Fizz was doing this on purpose.

They were both in the office, where Ozzie had set up an imp-sized workspace for Fizz perpendicular to his own desk. Ozzie was trying to review some proposed new regulations for the transport of succubi - apparently Dantalion had complained that there had been more demonic activity on Earth recently, which meant more work for those of Dantalion‘s people who had to go up and make humans forget about weird things they had seen, and since the only hellborn demons who regularly went up there were succubi using Asmodean Crystals, Baal had decided that this was his fault. It was annoying, but this kind of petty squabble between the Goetia was pretty standard and it wouldn‘t be the first time that he had butted heads with the other eight Kings of Hell.

It would have been a pretty straightforward issue - push back against every substantial change, demand proof that the problems on Earth were succubi-related, send in the last year-end-statement about how many new souls had entered hell for lust-related sins and how many of those souls had contact with succubi, and then make some minuscule concessions to Dantalion.

But even though Ozzie could usually have this whole thing done within half an hour, he had been working on the same paragraph for about forty minutes because he couldn‘t stop casting surreptitious glances at Fizzarolli, who was working on some new jokes while his cute little rabbit teeth were worrying at the edge of the donut chew toy. Every once in a while he‘d wrap his lips around the toy and suckle it like a pacifier before he‘d go back to just nibbling on it with a look of the deepest focus on his face.

There was nothing as contrary to Ozzie‘s nature as ignoring his own arousal, but he needed to finish this fucking review. If you gave a Duke of Hell like Dantalion even one additional day to shore up their case, they would come at you with about five more issues that needed to be addressed in some way. It was like ignoring mold; it would only spread and become even more of a nuisance.

He let out a groan and rubbed one hand over his face with frustration.

The sudden noise got Fizz‘s attention. He looked up from his notes, the silicone donut hanging out of his mouth like a cat‘s tongue.

„Paperwork fucking with you?“ he asked without letting go of the toy, his voice muffled in a way that made Ozzie‘s state even worse.

Ozzie rolled his head to at least get some of the tension out of his neck. „Fizzy baby, the paperwork‘s not what‘s ‚fucking with me‘…“ He cast him a hot look that immediately made Fizz‘s eyebrows shoot up. „Thing is that I cannot fucking concentrate on whatever bullshit Dantalion‘s trying to lay on me here when you‘re over there with your sexy little mouth giving me a show…“

Fizz frowned, as if he wasn‘t quite sure what he meant at first, but then a smirk spread on his face. He finally spit out the donut. „I see…“

He grabbed his notepad and his pen and sauntered over to Ozzie‘s desk, where he draped himself over Ozzie‘s thigh. „Fuck, you‘re really stupid sometimes, aren‘t you?“

Ozzie tilted his head, genuinely intrigued. „How come?“

Fizz‘s smirk grew wider. „Well, if I‘m distracting you when I‘m using the chew toy, but also I like having something in my mouth while I work, there‘s a really simple solution, silly.“

He slipped between Ozzie‘s thighs and made himself comfortable by wrapping his legs around the legs of his chair so he didn‘t have to stand; then he stuck his head up the part of Ozzie‘s long shirt that went down over his crotch and pulled down his panties with his teeth - My Dark Lord, what a mouth - to free his cock.

Ozzie pulled his shirt up a little to see what exactly Fizzy was doing there. The imp grinned up at him and then just wrapped his mouth around the head of Ozzie‘s cock, before he propped his notepad on top of the base and continued to work on his jokes while he slowly started to suckle and nibble on the hardening flesh in his mouth.

Ozzie couldn‘t help a little chuckle as he tugged his shirt tails into the bottom of his vest, so that it wouldn‘t get into Fizz‘s way. How had he not thought of this? They hadn‘t done a lot of cock warming yet, but Fizzy was right - if he needed something in his mouth to concentrate, but Ozzie couldn‘t concentrate when he was having to watch him without getting to feel that mouth on himself… Then this really was the best solution, right?

And once he‘d be done with his paperwork, he would raw his little jester‘s throat until he‘d be coughing up cum for a week.

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