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Solving Engineering Problems Fizzarolli-Style! (Ozzie/Fizzarolli)

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Fisting, Weird genitals, Ozzie Receiving, Office Sex, using robot limbs for recreational purposes, post season 2 ep 7 Word Count: 2623

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Summary:

Ozzie has been working on a new kind of toy for ages and it Just. Won't. Work. Fizz might not know much about theoretical robotic engineering, but he knows that having an orgasm or two has never been a bad solution to any problem.

The problem hadn't been with the actuator, that much Ozzie had figured out by now. But that didn't really get him anywhere with this issue — he just kept ruling out any cause he came up with. If neither the actuator, the servo control nor the manipulator were working any different than he had modeled during the conception phase, then why didn't the joints retract in the way his original calculations had predicted?

He had no idea how long he had been working. When the door of his office suddenly opened, he could have sworn that he had only just sat down to redo his calculations with the new variables from the last prototype test cycle.

Fizz sprang at him like the little jack-in-the-box he was, landing on the edge of his desk with an acrobat's precision. "Heey, boss-man," he said, tilting his head in a way that made the small, silver bells on his hat jiggle. He was already in his PJs, so it had to be at least midnight, but he wasn't wearing the matching hat yet. He recognized the jingly hat as one Fizz had designed a while ago. With as many different kinds of artisans as Ozzie employed, both in the sex toy company and at the club, there was never a shortage of people who could turn any fashion idea Fizzy had into reality within a day or two.

If it would only be as easy to get this blasted prototype to work...

"Hey Froggy," he said with a sigh. He suddenly felt exhausted. He really had been here a whole while, hadn't he... But he couldn't imagine that he was going to be able to sleep before he had solved this issue.

Fizz let out a little imp purr and nuzzled Ozzie's arm, making the bells on it rub against his feathers and jingle gently. Ozzie sighed and put down the stylus he was using to work on his tablet, then he plucked Fizz off the edge of his desk and put him on his shoulder. Fizz chuckled and immediately nuzzled his goat head. "Hey there, big daddy..." he cooed. "Are you still working on that magic fist of yours?"

Ozzie turned his head so he could nuzzle his beak against Fizzarolli's belly. His nightshirt hadn't been washed in a while; he'd likely switch to a fresh one tomorrow, but Ozzie found the scent extremely comforting. It reminded him of waking up with his Fizzy by his side — the few times he managed to actually wake up before the alarm clock made Fizz jump out of bed as if somebody had lit his tail on fire and then come down from that jump with his latest annoying noise-maker. Those mornings were precious, not only because they were rare, and right now he wanted nothing more than to go to his bedroom with his Fizzy-frog and nuzzle against his warm, tiny body until he fell asleep...

But he knew himself too well to believe he could just leave his work undone until tomorrow.

"It works perfectly well during the first two sequences," he muttered against Fizzy's nightshirt. "It goes in without issues, the probing works fine, but when all five fingers are in and it's supposed to make a fist for the final part, the joints don't engage properly and then I've got a half-closed fist pistonning in and out of the model... At one point it even ripped part of the rubber column, which..." He made a face. "Not ideal for anybody who can theoretically die.”

Fizz held his own hand out and made a few variations on a fist, maybe to better imagine what Ozzie was talking about. Ozzie reached out to adjust his fingers in the exact position that gave him issues — knuckle joints properly bent, but the second joint only bending halfway, and the last one not at all. Fizz stared at his hand for a moment, then he started to move it up and down very fast, before he finally grinned. "Yeah, I can see that that wouldn't increase your customer retention rates."

He looked down at the diagrams and readouts in front of Ozzie. "How long have you been working on this now?"

Ozzie shrugged. "What time is it?"

Fizz nodded to the two uneaten trays of food standing on the sideboard below their couple portrait. Ozzie didn't need to eat and often didn't, but he still liked the regularity of having his meals at the same time every day. Usually his servants brought enough for two people, so Ozzie could eat with Fizz if his little lover had enough time on his robotic hands to have lunch or dinner together.

Fizzarolli had been occupying himself today, since he knew that Ozzie was working on a dicey problem, so Ozzie had just completely ignored both supper around late afternoon and dinner in the later evening. He must have come to his office around mid-afternoon, after trial round thirty-seven still hadn't shown any improvement, though he couldn't really remember exactly.

"The first shifts at the clubs are already over, so I decided to get in my jammies. You know how it is with Wednesdays."

Wednesdays were generally pretty slow, which didn't make a lot of sense since there was no such thing as a 'weekend' in hell.

After the whole dust-up with Mammon, Fizz had asked to take over more responsibility in Ozzie's businesses. He was a great MC, he'd done a general manager's tasks at Ozzie's before, and he was an extremely competent personal assistant, so Ozzie was happy to let him manage the rest of the clubs and bars Ozzie owned, both officially and unofficially. Of course Fizz was also still rep'ing Ozzie's Factory products, which meant a lot of photo shoots and media stuff, but that didn't seem to be quite enough for his energetic little energizer bunny. He had tried to "take it easy" for a little while after the contest, but he had quickly become restless. And hey, with how competent Fizz was in pretty much everything he put his mind to, Ozzie felt like he could trust him with taking over more responsibilities as his business partner.

Ozzie put one hand on Fizz' back so he could push him forward a little, giving him better access to nuzzle against his belly. "I wish I could come and cuddle up with you," he sighed, "but I really need to get this fucking thing to work..."

Fizz gave his head a little pat, then he let out a little humming noise. "You know... Maybe I could help you jog your noggin'..."

One of his hands started to travel down Ozzie's side, his arm stretching as it made its way to his thigh.

Ozzie sighed, though he did lean back a little and spread his thighs to give Fizz ready access. "Your robotics don't work the same way as this toy, babe. They're connected to your nervous system, after all."

He could feel Fizz shrug. "I could still take your mind off the problem, right?" His metallic, but warm fingers slipped under Ozzie's skirt and ran over the slip that kept his cock hidden. He mostly didn't give much thought to what shape he gave his genitals when he wasn't actively about to fuck somebody, but the whole retractable-penis thing some of Levi's people had going on was honestly more convenient than a pussy, especially since he didn't really care for underwear that didn't have the explicit purpose of being seen. When he was doing this kind of work, he usually just put on whatever was most comfortable, which was mostly a shirt, a skirt, and some nice stockings.

"I mean, I'm not going to say no," he said. The day he'd stop his little impy darling from giving him pleasure just because he needed to do paperwork would be the day he'd have to give up his role as the Sin of Lust, as far as he was concerned. He let out a deep sigh at the expert way Fizz fingered his slit open and then slowly coaxed his cock out. This kind of dick was softer than what he usually preferred, but it was also far more mobile. He let the nearly tentacle-like appendix curl around Fizz' fingers, using just a little bit of magic to make the smooth skin ooze with wetness.

Fizz chuckled. He had slung one arm around Ozzie's mane and was skillfully opening the buttons of his shirt with that hand, while his other one scooped up copious amounts of slick and moved them farther down to the second opening Ozzie's body had in this shape. The shape and physiology of this entrance was pretty close to a succubus' anus, more sensitive than that of an imp, but also somewhat more resilient and easier to stretch. Ozzie leaned back farther and then put one of his hooves on the table in front of him, so Fizz had easier access. Fizz fingered more and more slick into his hole, teasing the rim and finger-fucking him every once in a while before he went back to his oozing cock and slit to get more lube.

Taking all of Fizz' fist was not really a big deal for Ozzie, of course, but he still enjoyed getting fisted quite a lot. Depending on his own physical size, Fizzarolli's fist could be pleasantly filling or fun like a magic bullet. His hands did have a few special features that Ozzie had added to later models on Fizz' request, and while they wouldn't wreck havoc inside of him, he could at least count on a pretty intense orgasm.

Also, he just loved it when his little imp lover took the lead. He sighed with the pleasure that flowed from Fizz into him, feeding on his desire while he closed his eyes and just gave himself over to those clever robotic hands.

After a minute or two, Fizzarolli apparently judged his hole to be wet enough to continue. He nuzzled the side of his main head, purring softly as he pushed two fingers into Ozzie and scissored him open, which went pretty easily with all the slick helping him along and the second- and first-hand desire making Ozzie's body wonderfully relaxed.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the way you feel around my fingers, Ozz?" Fizzarolli whispered. "I love that you gave me those fingers, and that you went to the trouble to make them feel as much as they do... I love feeling the movement of your muscles run up my arm and how easy my fingers slide inside of you..."

He rubbed his head against Ozzie's while another two fingers found its way into Ozzie's open, inviting hole. Ozzie sighed, leaning back just a little farther and arranging both of his hooves on the desk. "You're so clever with those fingers, too," he rumbled. "Couldn't have asked for a better user... You're so creative with everything you do, nobody could use those limbs as well as you..."

Fizzarolli chucked and playfully pushed his thumb in between his other fingers. "Lifetime as a circus performer... I'm glad I get to use my flexibility for your pleasure, daddy~"

His knuckles were right at the entrance now, and Ozzie was finally feeling the pleasant stretch that he usually only got to enjoy when they were playing with toys. Ozzie closed his eyes with a sigh and gave himself over to the sensations around him, the thick, savory perfume of Fizzarolli's lust, the fine fragrance of Fizzarolli's sweat and the stronger scent of his own slick, the weight of Fizz on his shoulder and the hardness of his metal hand between his legs...

Fizz' free hand was rubbing through his slit, teasing the base of his cock, which kept trying to wrap around that playful hand. His other hand was now completely breaching Ozzie's entrance, his hand moving upward in the last position his fisting toy could do without issue. He could feel Fizz spreading his hand inside of him, rubbing over his inner walls. Ozzie started breathing harder, feeling his own body twitching every time Fizz found an especially nice spot.

"Hmm... You're squeezing me so tight," Fizz whispered. "I wonder if you could break a flesh hand with your cunt... Finger bones are such a delicate thing, aren't they?" He moved his hand to let the palm face Ozzie's front wall, his finger tips rubbing over Ozzie's sensitive nerves like a dream. He could feel himself becoming hotter and hotter — becoming more and more himself, without the complications of physical space.

He could feel Fizz grin against the spot he was nuzzling by the side of his head, and a millisecond later his fingers started to vibrate.

Ozzie thrust his hips upwards so hard that he would likely have dislodged Fizz if his little lover wasn't literally stuck inside of him. Fuck, that felt good... He had been resistant to add this feature, which was standard for the Robo-Fizzes, to Fizzarolli's own robot hands, since he had been afraid Fizz would feel like a toy for Ozzie. But Fizz had insisted, telling him that it wasn't just to make Ozzie feel good, but also to add to his own fun when they were playing, so he had finally relented.

And yeah, that had been a very, very good decision on his part.

He felt himself melt into pleasure with every up-and-down motion of Fizz' hand. When Fizz finally smacked his lips, whispered: "And now the grand finale" in his ear and then folded his hand into a fist, Ozzie let out a shout like a raging bull. Fizz had to clasp Ozzie's thigh with his free hand to keep his position despite his bucking, especially when he started to make his hand piston up and down Ozzie's hole like a jackhammer.

Ozzie came with a gush of liquid spilling out of his slid and his entire body glowing with pleasure. His shout had to be loud enough for the succubi in the offices far below this level of the tower to hear. He came in several waves, drenching the floor under his desk as well as a good portion of his chair.

Just when the last wave of his orgasm hit, the clouds in front of his eyes suddenly parted. Out of nowhere, he realized what the problem with his fisting toy was.

His eyes were open in a flash, and before Fizzarolli even had a chance to pull out of him, he put his hooves back on the ground, grabbed one of the blueprints and a pen and started to write like a man possessed.

"Ozzie... Hey, Ozzie!"

It took him several minutes to realize that Fizz was trying to get his attention. It was painful to stop writing, but he forced himself to and looked over at the imp on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he asked, somewhat dazed.

Fizzarolli grinned. "Can I have my hand back?"

Ozzie looked down — sure enough, with his legs closed again, getting his hand out would be pretty difficult for Fizz.

But also he couldn't waste a second right now, or his idea would be gone before he had put it to paper.

"Would you mind just staying like this for a little while?" he asked. "I just had a breakthrough and I really need to write this down."

Fizz looked at him with surprise for a moment, then he let out a laugh and finally nodded. He arranged his free arm, which he had retracted by now, around Ozzie's mane, letting his bullhead lick off the sticky, cooling slick. "Sure, big daddy. After all, I couldn't imagine a more luxurious hand warmer."

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