Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, turning red again. “It isn’t that, exactly,” he answered. “It’s just that, well, I’m not really sure what turns me on. I mean, I had sex with two people, and that turned me on, obviously. It was really good sex with both of them. But other than that?” Gabe sort of shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t really see people as sexual beings. Sex just doesn’t occur to me most of the time. I can’t tell when people are flirting, and I overthink everything when I’m on a date. Or even when I’m kissing someone. So…” Gabe just shrugged again.
He couldn’t believe he was telling all this to a lust demon, but it was easy to forget that Az was a demon. He looked so normal, and he also looked fascinated by hearing what Gabe had to say. Usually people thought he was weird if he tried to explain his sexuality, but Az wasn’t looking at him like he was an oddball. The demon looked intrigued, if anything.
Az smiled at Gabe then. “Ah, I see. My work here is clear, then. We’ll figure out what turns you on. We’ll puzzle through why those two people were sexually satisfying and why others aren’t. We’ll explore your sexuality and learn what makes you horny and what pulls you out of your head.”
Gabe just stared at Az, his mouth slightly open. They were gonna do what?
“Yes, this is going to be so much fun. Lots of talking about sex. Thinking about sex. Maybe watching some sex. And once we’ve figured it out, you’ll understand your own sexuality better, and we’ll provide you with an emotionally and physically satisfying experience that you’ll know how to repeat. Perfect!” And the demon’s grin got even wider.
“I’m assuming this is a one bedroom. You don’t mind sharing the bed, do you? Obviously you can keep your hands to yourself, and I assure you I can as well. As for dinner, I don’t technically need to eat, but I always look forward to a good meal when topside. Do you cook, or should we order out?” Az asked.
Gabe just sputtered. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Or, more accurately, what exactly had Grams gotten him into?
Chapter6
Asmodeus
Az wandered around the apartment while Gabe got dinner going. He was apparently going to “throw together” some pasta with homemade sauce he had frozen. The apartment wasn’t huge by any means, but Gabe had made it cozy. The living room had an extremely comfortable couch, and Az tried not to think of ravishing Gabe on the couch. Or over the arm of the couch. Or leaning over the back of the couch.
The kitchen was an eat-in with a decent amount of counter space for its size and a nice, sturdy, round wood table with four chairs. Az thought the table could hold the weight of someone quite easily. He tried not to picture rimming Gabe while he was laid out on the table like a feast, legs dangling down over Az’s shoulders.
The bathroom was actually very spacious for the size of the apartment. There was a toilet, sink, and walk-in shower, and then there was a separate tub, which was large and appeared to have jacuzzi jets. The shower looked big enough for some stand up sex. Maybe holding someone against the wall? And the tub could fit two people if one was riding the other.
There was a small home office, which could’ve served as a second bedroom, he supposed. It was small, but there was a desk and a comfy office chair. It looked to be the perfect height for him to kneel down in front of it and suck Gabe’s dick into his mouth. It probably wouldn’t hold up for sex—the arms would totally get in the way—but he thought he could sweep some papers off the desk and manage to fuck, or be fucked, on the desk.
Az shook his head. Ok, so he was a lust demon. It wasn’t his fault he thought about sex. Frequently. In fact, this was probably the longest he’d gone in years without making someone horny and watching some sex acts occur. Az actually didn’t partake in sex every time himself; he hadn’t lied when he’d said his orgasm wasn’t necessary. Az got satisfaction in watching other people get their satisfaction. Of course, he welcomed a good orgasm and enjoyed it, but unless someone very specifically wanted him involved, he tended to watch as opposed to acting in the scenes his lust vibes got started.
So it was with some hesitation that he headed toward what had to be the bedroom. Az wasn’t used to being horny; this feeling of wanting to see someone satisfied and not being able to was quite uncomfortable. Sex surrounded Azall the time, so he actually didn’t think about it all that much when it wasn’t occurring. This was sort of a new experience for him. He suddenly had sympathy for all the horny, unfulfilled humans. Although there was always masturbation. Still, Az didn’t think that would be nearly as satisfying as watching someone else achieve gratification.
He meandered into the bedroom and tried not to stare at the bed, which was of course the central point in the room. He looked away and noticed bookshelves and a table with an aquarium on it. He walked over, completely distracted. Was that…?
“Beelbufo? Is that you?” Az asked, staring intently at the blue and orange frog. “And you got a makeover! I like the colors!”
Beelbufo gave a ribbit in response, and Az idly wondered if Gabe realized he had a demon frog living in an aquarium in his bedroom. He giggled a little thinking about telling him.
“Does Gabe have any idea…” Az started, but he didn’t even finish before Beelbufo was ribbiting and croaking in reply. Az couldn’t help it, he started laughing.
“Everything ok in there?” Gabe called out from the kitchen.
Az moved the lid off the aquarium, reached in, and Beelbufo hopped into his hand. They made their way toward the kitchen, where Gabe was stirring pasta in boiling water.
“Oh,” he said, turning to face Az and Beel, “you found Mr. Frog.”
Beel croaked grumpily and Az threw his head back and laughed again. “Mr. Frog?” he asked. Beel ribbited and croaked a rather long winded response at Az.
Gabe just looked puzzled. “I can’t tell if he likes you or doesn’t; he doesn’t usually make so much noise.”
“Do you realize,” Az asked between chuckles, “that you’ve been housing a demon in an aquarium for about… twenty years, according to Beel?”
Gabe’s jaw literally dropped. “Are you telling me Mr. Frog is a demon?” he asked incredulously. “But, he’s my pet! He likes me! Grams never said he was a demon!”
Az was in full fledged giggling territory now, and both Gabe and Beel were giving him dirty looks. He couldn’t help it though. This was too hysterical.
“Explain!” Gabe demanded, pointing the wooden stirring spoon at him dramatically. Beel threw in a few ribbits for good measure as well.
Az managed to get himself under control. “Well, Grams may not have known. Beel is averylesser demon—don’t you croak at me, Beel, it’s true—and I can’t imagine she’d have been able to understand him. His name is Beelbufo, and although he is quite adamant that I not tell anyone in the underworld about his nickname, he said you may continue to call him Mr. Frog.
“He also said he prefers the food from Marty’s Pets as opposed to the chain store, and he’s hoping you guys will still do horror night while I’m here, because it’s his favorite night of the week.” Beel ribbited again. “Oh, and he likes when you pet his back while you guys watch television.” Az started chuckling again. He just couldn’t help it.
