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Eris was just about to leave his office, finally retreating from the migraine gnawing at his temple when Azriel appeared, scaring the fuck out of him.
“Oh! Cauldron Az, what happened to sending little gremlins to warn me of your jump scares?”
Azriel snorted, strolling forward as if he didn’t just piss off the High Lord of Autumn- the cranky High Lord of Autumn, and slowed his pace as he neared the desk. He rounded the corner and leaned back slightly against the long edge.
“I do remember informing you I like hearing you scream for me,” Azriel replied with a far too easy salacious grin.
Eris just pursed his lips, rolled his amber eyes and ignored his blushing cheeks as he set his sight back down to his desk.
“That does ring a bell.” Eris cleared his throat. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh I can think of many, many ways you could help me, Eris.” He licked his lips and looked up and down Eris’s fitted riding clothes before continuing, “But at the moment I was just wondering if you’d like to go out with me.”
Startled twice in what couldn’t have been five minutes. Fuck Az for always catching him off guard.
“Out?” Eris lifted his head and raised a skeptic copper brow, “Out where? You know I prefer more intimate affairs.” Eris spoke with a dismissive tone he knew pushed Azriel’s buttons.
“Lots of things have been changing Eris, maybe it’s time we have some fun in public. There are so many places I’d like to show you,” Azriel persuaded earnestly, compelling hazel eyes lined heavily in kohl.
It was not as though Eris hadn’t thought ‘I wish Azriel could see this’ or ‘I’d literally kill to have an afternoon with the Shadowsinger’ countless times over the decades- if not centuries during which their trysts had taken place.
“And what, precisely, did you have in mind for this little outing?” Eris caved and inquired as casually as he could manage.
“Hm, so glad you asked,” Azriel said with a smirk. “There’s a lovely and rowdy establishment in Velaris that even Mor would eagerly appreciate you letting loose and coming out to party... perhaps two nights from now?”
“Wow, even Morrigan wants me there, the honor is nearly too heady to handle,” Eris said dryly.
Azriel fought off a chuckle and pushed on. “Oh c’mon Eris, I want you there.”
“Okay, alright,” Eris huffed mirthfully at Azriel’s dimpled smile before adding, “Save your begging for Friday night.” Transferring some of his blush to the Shadowsinger’s high cheekbones.
“We’ll see who begs who,” Azriel said surely before pushing off Eris’s desk and leaning down to capture his jaw and pull him in for a slow, luscious kiss. “I look forward to it either way, Autumn.”
Eris just shook his head slightly with a grin before cupping Azriel’s nape, threading ringed fingers within ebony curls and capturing the Illyrian in another languid kiss, lazier than either busy male’s schedules typically allowed.
Only at the meek cough from a servant who’d prefer to be anywhere else at the moment (Eris would have preferred that, too) did they finally break away. He trailed his hand down to Azriel’s built chest and pushed him away to see the yearning in his hazel eyes.
“Me too,” Eris promised. “Now shoo, my lunch is here and you’re not invited.”
“Aw, why not?” Azriel asked with a mock pout and ridiculously convincing puppy eyes for a grown male.
“Because we keep creeping out my attendants and I’d prefer to have a slightly more intimate private life than your High Lord and Lady fucking around the sky,” Eris teased, finally gaining enough of his composure to dispel his scarlet cheeks and make his third favorite dismissive hand gesture. (The second was far crueller and the first was only a singular finger, a bit crude for the moment).
“One day Eris,” Azriel declared, “One day you will let me have my way with you among the stars, and you will regret nothing but wasting all this time saying no,” he finished knowingly.
Eris rolled his eyes so hard his migraine acted up again, and he winced and rubbed his temple.
Azriel tsked and pulled out a small vial of pearlescent powder and poured a little pile before his thumb and lowered his hand to Eris’s nose.
Eris wasn’t born yesterday, he knew there were many dusts that could elicit various euphoric reactions, he had simply presumed Azriel would be too stuck up for all those more frivolous activities.
Eris raised a brow but shrugged and dove his nose in to snort the bumps gracefully as one could.
His lifted his brows and scrunched up his nose a bit as his sinuses processed the dose, the intense pressure in his temples was fading but he didn’t feel that rush of elation that typically came after inhaling some of “Hel’s concoctions” as the saints and priests dubbed most recreational drugs.
“I didn’t take you as someone who’d partake in... fun,” Eris noted.
“I suppose someone as square as you would see a lack of migraine as fun. And for future reference, I do partake in fun.” The male kept his smooth yet gravelly voice gingerly light as he poked fun at Eris and his assumptions.
“Well, thank you for the healing remedy,” Eris said with an embarrassed flush, “May I suggest informing fae before telling them to shove random powers up their nostrils?” he proposed.
Az chuckled, “To be fair, you didn’t ask.” He paused to leer at Eris once again, and there was something akin to intrigue but nearing pride in his voice as he continued, “I didn’t even have to say anything for you to listen.” His smirk sharpened lethally.
Unfortunately, the remedy worked great and he was able to process everything much clearer without the ringing between his ears.
“Oh- get out, you’ll have me all to yourself to torment in two nights, you are absolutely pushing it,” Eris finalised.
“Okay, okay,” Azriel said easily, leaning down once more to kiss Eris’s now completely fine temple. He leaned into his ear, whispering darkly, “I look forward to it, Autumn.”
Eris hadn’t realized his eyes had closed till he opened them from the shadow’s whooshing cue.
He groaned as his heart nervously fluttered in his chest. It was not as though he’d never been to parties, he had just never been to what he assumed was the infamous Rita’s and he’d never danced with Azriel.
It was something Eris had built up as monumental steps in their increasingly normalized relationship. Although he’d certainly miss the comfort of their secrecy, Eris knew it was time to accept that their happiness deserved to exist louder than secrets could allow.
Nesta waltzed in for their last minute scheduled brunch the next noon, beginning her visit with the routine perusal of Eris’s study. She combed the spines of his bookshelf’s contents with her manicured fingernail, checking if there were any she hadn’t managed to snatch up during her last visit before turning to his wine cart. Perhaps she was checking to see if Eris had a new liquor or wine she could bring back to her own home. The hedonistic kleptomaniac that she was (affectionate, except for that one time she returned his expensive first edition novel soaked in an even pricier spiced whiskey) settled down next to him on his green velvet sofa, having determined Eris wouldn’t be looted today.
Her depthless obsidian gown’s neckline displayed her deep cleavage and sharp collar bones, her skin was fairer than it was on his last visit to her House about two months ago and her freckles were more gorgeously apparent. Her glinting silver eyes scanned over Eris’s form, mimicking Eris’s assessment. Her full, glossy, reddened lips were pursed in that inherently minxy manner of hers and the jewelry dripping down her ears and draping around her neck in layers of sterling chains matched the glint in her cunning eyes.
They shared a short meal and deep glasses of wine, catching up on various topics, ranging from the Valkyries’ new weapons delivery to Sol’s new liter.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, I know it was a bit random but something unexpected happened and I could use your opinion on something quite… important,” Eris rambled, clearing his voice. He distracted his hands by piling finger sandwiches onto a small porcelain plate and then leaving said plate on the low table in front of him.
“Oh, do tell what has your panties all tied up in a knot,” Nesta urged, far too amused.
“Well this was a mistake-”
“No- alright, alright. What is it, Eris?” she pushed, and the teasing in her voice turned curious, concerned if he thought too much into it. He and Nesta had been sharing friendly visits for some time now. As soon as Eris taught Nesta and Elain how to winnow and demurely informed Rhysand where to shove it, Nesta sent a lunch invitation the next day.
She might have gone out partying with Azriel… and so, Eris figured there’d be no one better to ask for outfit advice.
Eris spoke into his teacup, “Azriel asked me to go out with him, he mentioned partying...” Eris let his sentence stray, waiting, not long, for Nesta’s eyes to light with recognition.
“Aha, he finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked you to go dancing with him,” she surmised with a self-satisfied grin.
Eris quickly tried to mask his surprise- was that a goal- a known one for the Shadowsinger?
“I- yes, he did. Though last I checked there was no head inside his ass.”
“Right, yes, whatever- How can I help?” Nesta offered.
“I just need your insight on appropriate attire for this establishment.” Eris informed, letting her finish a sip of wine before rising and offering a hand to winnow them to his dressing suite. She accepted eagerly, a giddy glee in her eyes.
Although Eris had found it to be utterly humiliating to ask Nesta for help, he didn’t let himself regret it, not when Azriel’s jaw slackened and his eyebrows rose with pleased shock as Eris appeared before him at the infamous Rita’s. Shortly after Nesta left, an obsidian letter floated down onto his desk with the coordinates to the bar scrawled in Az’s familiar penmanship.
Eris wore flowing scarlet satin pants with long slits running from midthigh that exposed a tasteful sliver of fair skin. He was sure to sway his hips as he walked towards the ogling Illyrian whose eyes were scattering to get glimpses of all Eris’s juicy details.
His sheer black button down shirt, with buttons not even available until well past his exposed chest, displayed his rosy nipples, as per the Valkyries instruction. Eris chose golden barbells beautified with rubies at their ends to match the array of golden hoops in his pointed ears: there was also a ruby embedded on the base of the golden bottling buried between his toned cheeks but that was neither here nor there.
His long copper hair plaited down into two long braids cascading down his back, and matching curling strands framed his mostly bare face; Nesta had told him to go light on the makeup, as it could get sweaty in there, so there was a tinge of kohl around his eyes, a thin layer of shimmering gloss covered his plump lips and a dusting of blush on top of his high, freckled cheekbones.
As he walked towards Azriel, the cool Night breeze goosebumped the exposed sections of skin, sending an exhilarating shiver up his spine. He’d never been to a ‘club', the closest thing to it was probably picking up his drunken mother from one of Helion’s dingy soirees. Suffice it to say Eris’s expectations for tonight far exceeded his upon entering Rhoades that time.
Azriel wore loose black linen pants that did nothing to hide his thick thighs and bulge. His caramel-brown, toned chest was also on display tonight, muscled pecs that nearly matched the volume of Nesta’s pushed-together tits delectably peeked out between the opened few buttons of Azriel’s navy silk shirt. A heavyset silver chain sat loose around his neck, falling just past his collar bone.
He looked delicious.
Eris reached Azriel and set a hand on his chest in greeting, a ‘hello’ ready at his slight smile but Azriel stole it straight (homosexually) from his glossed lips. Azriel groaned against Eris’s mouth, and his heavy, marred hands claimed Eris’s hips and brought him in for a deeper kiss. Eris parted his lips for Azriel’s reciprocatively hungry tongue to taste his grinning mouth far earlier than Eris had expected him to.
Azriel pulled back to rest his forehead on top of Eris’s, their noses brushing as they shared a small hunt to catch their heaving breaths. Azriel took in a deep breath of Eris and his perfumed scent before straightening himself.
“Hello, my Autumn,” Azriel said in his beautifully simple way. “You look... so, so... hot,” he finished far less eloquently than he began. Eris tracked his Adam’s apple as it bobbed.
“So do you, I almost don’t want to show you off,” Eris half-joked. The shadows bounced happily around Azriel’s shoulders, their mass larger than Eris typically saw them assume.
“Hm, I get the feeling but I assure you that we’ll have a good time.” Az spoke sincerely, and his voice relaxed muscles Eris hadn’t realized were tense in his shoulders.
“Then let’s go.” Eris left a sparkly kiss on Azriel’s stubbled jaw before walking through the open entrance of the thick red door frame that he hoped was Rita’s or this would not be a great start to their first openly romantic outing.
It was the right place, and it was also obnoxiously loud. The rhythmic, beating from the Drummer’s set and the deep voice of the band's lead singer rang out through the room, clouding his auditory senses. He grabbed onto Azriel’s silk-clad flexing bicep as they walked through the diverse and chittering crowd of fae to try cocktails Azriel had repeatedly insisted they make here that outdo anything brewed in Autumn.
Eris called bullshit. So hard. They had tried two ‘Cosmic Spaceballs,’ and Eris felt cosmically fucked with.
And he was proven right. But the little shit he called a.., well, they don’t do labels but the little shit, Azriel- just said he had just said that to provoke Eris into coming here.
And Eris couldn’t call that implausible as much as he’d like to try, which soured his mood. Before he entirely sulked into the padded leather stool at the long bar-
“Hey, Tara,” Azriel caught the attention of a petal-pink female with iridescent yellow rounded wings and ordered, “Can we have two double shots of your oldest spiced Autumn whiskey?” Azriel ordered smoothly, as if he’d done so hundreds of times. Perhaps Eris had had some good influence on the bat’s taste palette.
“Coming right up, Shadowsinger,” her dainty voice confirmed before twirling around to select the best bottle in the entire bar.
“Solid choice,” Eris praised, earning a small flush from Azriel.
“Yeah I had it somewhere, can’t remember,” Azriel said cheekily.
“Oh, so from no one memorable then?” Two can be fucked with.
Azriel rolled his eyes and accepted their shots from Tara with a grateful nod, setting Eris’s down before him.
“Oh shush, you’re unforgettable and you know it, let me make jokes at your beauty’s expense lest it overwhelm me,” Azriel debated convincingly.
“Hm, flattery truly is the way into my heart.” Eris clinked his glass against Azriel’s that was held out to him. “Or perhaps it’s good taste in liquor,” Eris proposed additionally after they threw back their glasses.
“I have it on good authority that the way into your heart is by pandering to your arrogance but let’s save the romantics for after we dance and I show you my favorite bathroom stall to fuck in,” Azriel proposed.
“I truly don’t think more romantic words have been said, my Star,” Eris agreed surprisingly earnestly.
They threw back the next round of deep, smooth shots of whiskey in tandem; Matching hazy grins graced their dimly lit faces. Azriel’s shadows snaked up Eris’s ankle and circled up his toned calf, drawing Eris’s gaze downwards.
Eris’s eyes caught the tail-end of Azriel’s hand’s journey as it came to rest on his leg. Azriel’s fingers slipped underneath the soft fabric of his pants, and his textured thumb brushed down Eris’s inner thigh.
Eris spread his thighs a little, enough to push Azriel’s hand further beneath the flimsy flap of his pants, giving Azriel’s shadows permission to sleuth further up Eris’s thigh. The soft strokes sent a twitch to his cock.
Eris hadn’t realized he’d been staring at his thigh till Azriel’s husky chuckle brought him out of his stupor.
“Are you ready to dance, my slightly drunken dearest?” Azriel asked jovially.
Eris huffed but nodded more enthusiastically than he intended to, evoking another chuckle that sent a chill up his spine.
Azriel’s hand left a blatant absence on his thigh as it moved to the small of Eris’s back, guiding him off the seat and to the crowded dance floor. Azriel moved Eris in front of him, pulling Eris’s back against his toned, beating chest.
They passed by couples and throuples and orgies of writhing fae. Supple to muscular, petite to towering, flashes of any and every sort of fae blipped in his periphery as they found a place for themselves.
One hand circled around Eris’s waist and the other stayed loosely on his right hip. Azriel’s hot breath tickled Eris’s nape before his gravelly murmur set his cock at half-mast.
“Just loosen up for me. I’ve got you, baby.” Azriel’s fingers drummed in tune against his hip.
Azriel stopped walking them forward once they were deep into the grinding thrall of fae, near the back of the establishment, hopefully close to Azriel’s preferred spot because the hard length poking into his lower back would doubtlessly need handling away from the public eye.
Eris melted against Azriel, circling his hips and grinding his ass back against his linen clad cock. Azriel held him impossibly closer as they swayed to the beat. Eris felt a luxurious anonymity among the entangled crowd, clouded beneath sentient shades and hidden by expansive wings.
The sort of anonymity that loosened inhibition.
Time and vision blurred as Eris rolled his ass back against Azriel’s raging boner, drawing a groan audible over the drowning waves of music from the band. Azriel’s hand tightened around his waist, slipping deft fingers beneath the edges of shirt to tug at the ruby barbell on his perked nipple, pulling a pretty moan from Eris’s parted lips. His head was resting against Azriel’s shoulder.
“These are perfect,” Azriel breathed against his ear, licking across the edge of his ear, tonguing at the edges of the small hoops lining them.
“M’glad you like.” Eris slurred his words, grinding his ass back against Azriel’s needy bulge.
“You look so perfect tonight, Eris. Thank you for coming.” Azriel was speaking far too clearly and sincerely, they typically only did one or the other.
“You haven’t made me come yet, what’re you grateful for?” Eris teased.
“Yet,” Azriel promised, licking a hot stripe down to the base of his neck where he grazed his teeth, chuckling intoxicatingly as Eris shivered. “And even without come involved, I’m very happy you're here with me.”
“I’m happy I came too,” Eris assured before greedily throwing his hips back towards Azriel’s dick. “I’d be even happier if we involved the come some time soon though-”
Azriel cut him off with a deep and grinning kiss, and once again Eris let himself be led by the bat. They waded through the crowd that was no doubt parting for their barreling forms as they made their way to… well, Eris wasn’t exactly sure but someone would be able to fuck someone there and that was all he needed to know at that moment.
Wanton hands strayed to Eris’s ass, gripping the fat of his cheeks and kneading like he was trying to recreate the dough that supplied the bakery that produced the fine piece of cake he was grippin’.
Eris slid both of his hands slowly down Azriel’s front, raking his nails over the divots of his- well frankly ridiculously perfect set of abs, there had to be like 16, or maybe 32- he was getting a bit dizzy-
“Woaah- hey, Eris?” Azriel set his hands back around Eris’s waist and let his concern and frantic shadows whisk them away to the romantic destination of the evening: A surprisingly large bathroom for a bar.
Eris, despite the abrupt dizziness, hummed his positive impression as he was set down on the small emerald settee against the deep purple wallpaper. Azriel went to fill a small mouthwash cup with some water and hurriedly brought it to Eris’s lips, a concerned focus in his half lidded eyes.
Once Eris breathed in some fresher air and had some water he realized he’d been face to cock with Azriel’s.. well, cock this entire time.
Without much thinking he leaned his head forward to grab the end of the lace tying his cotton trousers up and tugging sharply with his teeth until the knot came loose. He looked up at Azriel with pride and lust in his eyes as he hooked his tongue underneath the interlocking strands and took his time leaning back as he let the rest of the fastening fall apart, along with Azriel’s restraint.
Azriel pushed his own pants down with scarred, needy hands, revealing his flush, leaking cock to the smirking, far-surpassing tipsy High Lord who parted his lips happily.
Eris rested his tongue over his bottom lip and willed his mouth to retain the moisture as he took Azriel’s tip onto his supernaturally warm tongue and into heavenly heat.
Eris set his hands on Azriel’s cheeks, teasing a finger down the cleft of his gorgeous ass as he took Azriel further into his mouth, aiming for either a gag or some tears. He wanted wreckage, he wanted proof for both of them that Azriel lost some control, that Eris wanted it to happen, and they both knew he wore all that extra kohl for his pretty tears to be more evident.
Eris’s nose was just a few inches from the whorls of trim raven hair surrounding the base of Azriel’s cock when he withdrew off completely with a wet pop! sound to stick two of his own fingers in his own mouth and wink up at Azriel.
“You’re going to fucking kill me Autumn.”
Azriel’s husky voice had Eris squeezing his thighs together and lowering the hand that wasn’t planning to fuck Azriel open for... well, more fucking, to palm his aching cock through his buttery-soft pants.
“You’re going to fucking love it,” Eris assured, voice already slightly hoarse.
Azriel groaned and hiked his knee up onto the bench next to Eris, bringing his cock back to Eris’s parted reddened lips. Eris looked up and took Azriel’s dick in slowly as he pushed the tip of one slick flick finger into Azriel’s hot, velvety hole.
Scarred hands clamored to the wall above Eris’s head, Azriel rolled his hips forward with a ragged moan as he slipped the crown of his cock past the back of Eris’s tongue; Eris gagged, harsher than he ever would’ve sober.
“Ah fuck, you okay?” he grit out, not bothering to stop his snapping hips, knowing Eris wouldn’t want him to.
“Mnn-hmn,” Eris confirmed he was just where he desired to be. Eris moaned, loud and reverberating, around Azriel’s cock as he ground his own dick into his cupped, pressuring hand.
Eris pushed his pointer finger inside Azriel, curving two knuckles in, brushing over the sensitive spot he knew would drive Azriel crazy, even inebriated.
“Oh FuuuCK ERIS!” the Spymaster bellowed in the bar bathroom.
Eris swallowed around the half of Azriel’s length in his mouth and sloppily made his way down until he kissed its girthy base. He relaxed his throat and rested his watery eyes and aching head against Azriel’s lower stomach. He needed to focus on stretching Azriel open. He hummed around Azriel’s pulsing cock as he added a second finger into the quaking Illyrian.
“Mmm, fuck baby, gotta hurry or I’m goin’ to come before you can g-get inside me,” Azriel warned breathily as if Eris had anything else in mind.
Azriel’s dark thigh was tensing beneath his bracing forearm. Eris kept breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue swished up and down the pulsing vein on the base of Azriel’s heavy cock. Azriel’s long neck threw back with a loud moan as he filled Eris’s mouth with pleasantly unsalted come and his ears with a beautifully broken remix of his name.
Eris was rock-hard and Azriel was stretched enough around his scissoring fingers that he figured he could slick Azriel up comfortably with a helping heap of spit.
He pulled off and gasped in some dick-less air and spread his fingers as far as he could before slowly dragging them out of the panting Azriel.
Eris lightly squeezed Azriel’s ass on his way to tapping his thigh. Azriel yelped and grumbled respectively but took the cue. He lowered his shaking arms and moved his wobbling leg to the tiled floor.
Azriel, flushed and hazy, shuffled back a bit. His pants were still pooled around his left ankle, the very few buttons on his shirt were all undone and the flowing fabric framing his torso added a more tangent illusion to the ethereal shadows that had always made the Shadowsinger seem untouchable.
But Eris was touching him.
He reached a hand out towards Azriel’s bare hip as he stood, smoothing his ringed hand towards the small of Azriel’s back and guided himnto a savoring kiss. He led them back towards the ivory vanity and framed mirror Eris was not drunk enough to ignore as a very viable place to fuck Azriel dumb.
Azriel winced as the cool surface pressed against his overheated skin. He bucked his hips and sensitive cock forward into Eris. Eris released his leaking cock from the confines of his sleek pants.
Eris rolled his tongue over Azriel’s, thankful he was tasting the delicious spiced whiskey and not that overly-sweet berry cocktail as he took over the Illyrian’s mouth.
Azriel lifted his left leg, ridding himself of his trousers completely and resting the heel of his foot low on Eris’s back. He leaned back, resting his ebony curls against the mirror.
Eris lifted Azriel’s other leg as well, held them both in place by tan thighs and raggedly ordered Azriel hold onto his shoulders.
“Mmnhhm,” Azriel acknowledged, grabbing on tightly and scrunching his face up adorablly as he braced for Eris to push in.
“You’re so cute when you take it, Azriel,” Eris praised. Azriel opened his pretty hazel eyes, filled with adoration, that quickly rolled back in pleasure as Eris pistoned his hips inside him with one strong thrust.
“Oooh fuck Eris, so good, s’big and warm,” Azriel went on and on, “Stretching me so good, filling me so perfect- fuuuck.”
Eris caged Az in, strong forearms gripping the sides of the sink. Azriel’s wings were pressed between him and the wall. Eris pulled back slightly when he realized Azriel whimpered on the next stroke, a talon brushing against the cool reflective surface.
Azriel should only be making such pretty noises for Eris.
Azriel’s hands tightened their grip on Eris’s set shoulders. He rolled his hips towards Eris’s incoming thrust and moaned so fucking prettily and clenched and he was so hooot and- and Eris came.
“Oh fuck- I’m sorry- must be the drinks and you just feel so fucking good- just so perfect Azriel,” Eris rushed to justify coming on the fourth thrust, telepathically sending a death wish to his dick.
“It’s okay, it’s all good, seriously. I just wanted to go back anyway,” Azriel mumbled assuredly.
Heavy lidded dark hazel eyes looked at him, full of understanding as bronze thighs unraveled from around his waist. Eris’s softened cock slipped out from Azriel smoothly as he hopped off the sink.
He must’ve been pouting because Azriel lifted Eris’s chin between two fingers and pulled him into a kiss.
Azriel rested their foreheads together and smirked as he murmured against Eris’s lips, a contagious sort of playfulness filled the tone of his next words, “And don’t feel too bad, it’s quite flattering for me and I’ll make it up to myself by fucking you more when we get back to the House.”
Eris grinned, “Whatever you say.”
Azriel’s brows lifted a bit, a salacious grin formed. “Hm, whatever I say?”
Eris was still fetching his bearings but he nodded, “Of course, my Star. Let’s keep dancing?” Eris added with a small, shy tilt of his head.
“I fear you’ve put my legs out of commission for more dancing,” Azriel admitted, his already flushed cheeks turning bright red.
“Then how about you take us back to your bed, sit down against the headboard like the princess you are and I’ll dance just for you,” Eris proposed rhetorically.
“Fuck yes,” Azriel breathed, beaming with relief.
Eris chuckled and resumed their kiss. Warping shadows possessed them in their swarm and transported them to the familiar cedar and maple smelling suite in the House of Wind.
Azriel’s hands wandered down to Eris’s hips, pulling him forward as he took a step backwards towards the wide bed on the back wall of the spacious room.
Eris moaned against Azriel’s lips as the Illyrian squeezed his ass. The scarred texture of his hands grazing against the bare skin of his cheeks reminded him that both of their pants were strewn on the garishly decorated bathroom of Night’s gay bar. He tried caring for a moment but it didn’t work.
Eris trailed his hands from their place on Azriel’s bronze chest to remove the remnants of his outfit. He brushed a teasing finger across the edge of Azriel’s right wing and mixed Azriel’s ragged moan into their clumsy kiss. By the Mother’s grace they ended up in front of the bed.
Azriel fell back against the cool silk of his sheets, pulling Eris on top of him, his hands moving to Eris’s thighs. He let out a faint moan as his wings dragged up against the linen as he moved them up towards the headboard.
Eris straddled Azriel’s lap, rolling his hips towards Azriel’s hardening cock. His Illyrian healing allowed for so many rounds– it was truly the perfect match for Eris’s Autumnal body that made even the most resilient come quickly.
Azriel’s hands skimmed down Eris’s soft body, grabbing at his hips and helping him settle down. Eris reached down to grasp the edges of the cock plug and pulled it from deep inside himself with a breathy moan before tossing it to the side and grasping Azriel’s hard-enough cock.
“I’ll do the dancing but would you mind singing me a tune, Oh Great Singer?” Eris asked with a tilt of his head as he sank down on Azriel’s cock, groaning deeply as he stretched himself for Az. He’d been moving and grooving, wearing the biggest plug he had in his collection for hours, but Illyrian filling never lost its edge.
Eris was a panting, heaving mess as he finally bottomed out with a moan that was twice as loud as Azriel’s breathy grunt. His left arm flung around Azriel’s neck, fingers reaching up to cradle his nape and lace into his beloved curls. His right hand rested on Az’s chest, and the tips of his fingers brushed against the cool metal of Azriel’s chain. His knees hit the linen on either side of Azriel’s hips and he raised himself up, relishing in the sensation as he slid up Azriel’s cock before snapping himself back down on Az’s lap. Ragged moans broke out of both of them.
“Ahh, sure, baby. Y’can have whatever you want when you feel like this- fuck,” Azriel slurred wantonly, his hands tightening their hold on Eris’s hips but letting the High Lord control the pace. He started a deep, rumbling, rhythmic hum that sent a bone-deep chill down Eris’s spine.
Eris raised hips up again, assisted by Azriel’s hands, but this time he moved more deliberately. Eris rolled his stomach forward, his hips following the action, creating a smooth move that flowed along with the slow, thrumming beat of Azriel’s low, husky tune.
Shadows dimmed the corners of the room, highlighting the lax face of the Shadowsinger and sheltering the couple in their revelry.
Eris wanted to tell Azriel how gorgeous he looked, but he was too dazed to do his observations justice and he didn’t want to interrupt the song more than they already were with breathy groans and breaking moans.
The pace was slow, feeling. Eris let them both luxuriate in each other. He clenched tightly as Azriel pulsed inside him, and simple intimate exchanges brought them so close to one another.
Eris continued lifting himself up and setting himself down, held by Azriel’s covetous hands, his thumbs brushing back and forth against Eris’s working hips.
Heavy lidded and hazy, Azriel’s hazel eyes still watched his every move with intent adoration. No one looked at him like Azriel did. Of course people had been enamored by Eris, but no one looked as possessed by his vision as the Shadowsinger did.
He felt so alluring under the Spy’s gaze, so captivating when someone like Azriel, who typically spread his attention thin so as to miss nothing, focused his rapt attention upon him. He’d do anything to stay within Azriel’s sight– maybe they’d need to go out more, no longer subconsciously prohibited by invalid shame or fear of being found out. As much as Eris loved this private closeness, he wanted to show off how Azriel looked at him.
He kept dancing to the best of his tipsy ability, imagining all the times they’d go out together in the future, and how Azriel would make him feel precious. Eris slowed to a grind, wanting to appreciate every inch of Az he was eagerly taking in and begrudgingly letting out.
Azriel’s humming turned gravelly and Eris’s hips jerked randomly, interrupting their graceful performance as they rocked towards their last orgasms of the night. Az’s hands hugged around Eris’s waist and thrust up into Eris’s lazening pace, startling a sharp moan out of the ginger who responded with a retaliatory caress of the audacious bat’s right talon.
“Mn fuck, you menace- hnnm,” Azriel groaned as if he hadn’t just sent a back-arching, toe-curling, dick-grasping army of shadows to curl around Eris’s forgotten leaking cock.
“HHMN AAAAHH!” Eris called out, eloquently pointing out that Azriel’s hypocrisy was not going unnoticed.
Azriel took over the fucking entirely, frantically bouncing Eris up and down on his cock. Eris’s hands clung to Azriel’s shoulders, his head fell back and his jaw fell slack with a loud, rumbling moan as he came from the oversized cock erratically slamming in and out of him and the tickling, teasing-just-enough-shadows as Eris came over Azriel’s chest.
Azriel pulled him down one last time, carving himself deep inside Eris as he warmed him up from the inside, better than Autumn magic ever could, raggedly crying out Eris’s name. Eris would be replaying Azriel’s husky voice in his head for weeks.
Eris slumped against Azriel. He felt deliriously relaxed as Azriel rubbed his back with soothing palms and untangled his braids, running deft fingers through Eris’s scalp, making him purr.
He began to fall asleep, thoroughly enjoying scalp massage and Azriel’s resumed humming, but the bat he was foolish and lucky enough to call his beloved totally interrupted the moment to flip them over onto Eris’s back.
Azriel flexed his wings with a groan and rewrapped his arms around Eris’s waist. Eris landed with a disgruntled grunt and a small gasp as Azriel’s softened cock slipped out of him.
“You could’ve warned me you needed to roll over,” Eris complained, never one to miss an opportunity to do so.
“Hm, I like to keep you on your toes,” Azriel said with a cheesy grin. He leaned down to kiss Eris’s begrudgingly smirking cheek before settling back into the crook of his neck with a content sigh.
Eris smirked and wrapped his arms around Azriel’s middle, squeezing tightly before relaxing with a groan, “You like to be a pain in my ass now go to-” Eris didn't even finish his sentence before realizing his mistake.
“Why yes, I do love being a pain in your ass, my dear. In fact, I’ll have the sweetest dreams to thoughts of being such a pain, and you should do the same,” Azriel finished his interjection with a cheeky grin. His head perked up and he looked at Eris like a child who was waiting for a gold sticker.
“Race you there, baby,” Eris said simply, leaving a kiss on the curved corner of Azriel’s plush lower lip.
Azriel just continued to smile dopily for a minute before settling back down on top of Eris and– oh god, he was snoring already.
Eris shut his eyes and quickly dimmed his mind to escape the onslaught of snores. He fell asleep with begrudging mirth painting his face and an obnoxiously loud bat on his chest.