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A Civil Shitshow

For once in his long life, Eris finds himself looking forward to a family dinner. Plans for tonight have been in the works since Lucien's mating ceremony, which was also the last time he saw the majestic, broody Shadowsinger.

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion.

Thank you loads to @Brunetterebel010 (a03), @the-darkestminds and @astro-h0e-4azris

ERIS

He checked himself out in the mirror one last time. He looked fucking good. He detested Day’s weather—the sun was always too present, his sweaty skin chafing. The top of his silky hair was pulled into a top bun, two small braids pulled out front to frame his face. The rest was flowing freely over his back. He went with a hin, copper colored, linen tunic, with golden iridescent threads glinting throughout. The cut of the garment made his waist look impeccably trim. He had caramel trousers of the softest fabric made specially for the occasion. The fabric was breathable, and his ass looked scrumptious. He topped the look off with a small kingdoms’ worth of jewelry. Elegant, bedazzled brass knuckles borne of gold signet and various gem-filled rings. His pointed ears were dripping in complimentary, albeit mismatched, arrays of studs and hoops. And he wore a delicate thin gold chain around his neck, a small, unnecessary excuse to leave a fastening or two at the top of his top undone. He pulled on a pair of lightweight loafers and winnowed to the front door of Lucien’s estate in Rhoades.

His mother had specifically requested Eris be on his best behavior as this was the first time the Vanserras, Spell-cleavers, Archerons and Illyrians were attempting to amicably share a meal. Elain and Lucienhad finally had their mating ceremony, and it had gone so smoothly (no one died), that Feyre proposed they have a dinner in the newly-mated couple’s honor. And so in place of the typical haughty demeanor Eris stressed in front of other Court’s members, Eris attempted to appear more relaxed. It was not all too difficult to pretend considering there really shouldn’t be any problems, they’re there to support the new pair and Eris was confident that the group of grown fae could conduct themselves accordingly.

If everything went as planned, and everyone survived, there was a chance Eris could flirt Azriel back into his bed. It had been months since they’d gotten the chance to see each other, let alone spend the night together. Eris was not above admitting he was a bit desperate for the Shadowsinger. He’d taken on lovers in between their opportunistic trysts, but no one compared—or no dick compared, Eris supposed.

He approached the marble monstrosity that the Vanserra-Archeron couple called their home and raised his fist to knock, before he could make contact the door swung inward and Elain welcomed him inside with a warm smile.

Elain looked lovely wearing a rose colored sleeveless dress that framed her curves and a golden circlet in her light brown wavy hair. Her round brown eyes were lined with kohl, but that was all the makeup she wore. His brother really did have a beautiful mate; her voice was warm and her eyes were inviting when she herded him inside and gathered him into a small hug. They’d grown to be good friends, Eris and Elain; they bonded over poetry and nature, and she and Lucien loved to come and play with the hounds.

“Come in, come in. Lucien’s right this way,” she said with a friendly smile.

They walked arm in arm through the expansive white entrance and hallways, the grand chandeliers that seemed to be threatening the downfall of diamonds. Eris found their style to be a bit garish, at the very least the greenery and large windows overlooking their vast fields of flowers surrounding, gave the manor life.

“How have you been, dear sister?”

“I’ve been very well. The gardens are flourishing, especially the petunias. And yourself, High Lord?”

Eris had given up on attempting to ask Elain to drop the titles. They were family; bus she insisted.

“No complaints. Are you excited for tonight?” Are we here for you and Lucien or fortifying Court relations? It wasn’t not that Eris particularly minded a dinner among allies, but he’d prefer a family dinner. A real one. He was hoping tonight wouldn’t feel staged.

Elain, with her soft but strong tone, assured him, “I’m looking forward to having everyone here, and it’s touching to be so celebrated by family.”

He responded with a simple approving hum. Now he was really hoping to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends and family. Although he found Helion and the Night Court to be a bit obnoxious, exposure therapy seemed to have increased his tolerance to their presence.

They made a right turn toward a large lounge area decked with white leather couches scattered beneath the high stained glass ceiling, which cast a warm hue over the room. Tall gold vases containing large-leafed plants surrounded the perimeter and in his peripheral vision he could see the dining area, with extravagant place settings waiting for their diners.

Already seated among the various couches and chairs were his brother, mother and the High Lord of Day. Thankfully, Helion was the only one wearing a toga. Lucien had worn one to his mating ceremony and Eris nearly had an aneurysm. It wasn't that he disapproved of Lucien embracing his heritage, but those glorified bedsheets were just not Eris’s style. In the slightest.

His brother was wearing a cream colored blouse and fitted peach trousers that matched Elain’s dress, and he was adorned by an amount of jewelry that rivaled Eris’s. Perhaps his brother could finally introduce some proper fashion taste to this damn court.

His mother wore a long, flowing, emerald gown, the cowled neckline showed off her freckled skin and defined collarbones. She rose from beside Helion to meet Eris as he entered the spacious area and embraced him. Elain left his side to join Lucien on the loveseat he was occupying.

Aurora always smelled of honey and apples, the scent was almost as comforting as her gentle voice as she welcomed him. Eris made his way towards a very comfortable looking armchair that was conveniently located near a bar cart. They better have not finished that bourbon I brought the last time I was here, he thought.

Eris leaned down to kiss his brother on the cheek and received one of his own as he traveled towards the booze. Lucien smelled of Elain. That tracked, he was constantly holding or touching her. It was nauseatingly sweet how attached they were towards each other.

“How are you, brother?”

“I’ve been well, and yourself? How’s the mated and married life?” The chair was even more comfortable than it looked. And they did have the good shit. The outlook for the night was only getting better.

Lucien gave Elain a disgustingly adoring look, “It’s been truly amazing. Perfect. Thank you for coming, Eris. I know how busy you’ve been.”

Busy was a fucking understatement, he’d been swamped with reestablishing intercourt connections with Winter and aiding Tamlin with his recuperation efforts. He’d had a consistent migraine from dealing with fixing his Father’s excuse of an economic system that his best healers couldn’t rid him of. But this was Lucien.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially considering you’d never let me live it down.” Eris responded sincerely.

He nodded towards Helion, “And how are you Helion?” So far, so civil.

“Doing great, the weather’s been wonderful and I spend most of my time reading or with your Mother. How’s Autumn doing? I know you experienced some trouble from those fools loyal to your Father.” The bourbon was just as smooth as he remembered.

It had taken some time for the elders to come around after such a bloody ascension. A High Lord, Lady and four heirs diminished to solely Eris in just a few days. He’d asked his mother to move to Day with Helion; they both knew it’s where she wanted to be. He missed her frequently, but she visited every few weeks, appearing happier and healthier every time. He disliked Helion for his inactivity regarding Aurora, as well as his publicly known debaucherous lifestyle, but Eris couldn’t deny the positive effects he had on her. All three of Beron’s other sons fought Eris to their needless deaths. He mourned them for a small period, but they were all clones of Beron and wouldn’t have places within Eris’s Autumn anyway.

“The transitions went nicely, the older fae started to come around because of the new tradings.”

His mother added, “The court is already more cohesive since Beron died.” She flashed him a prideful smile that warmed his heart.

Or perhaps it was the alcohol that was warming his already abnormally hot body, he didn’t remember it being this fast-acting.

“That’s good to hear.”

The conversation resumed, with Elain and Aurora discussing Day court dishes. All the males would occasionally throw in an opinion. So far, so good, if not a little stiff.

Two knocks at the door signified the arrival of Night. Eris was really hoping no one could hear how his heart sped up. It had been far too long since he’d been properly fucked. The last time he got laid was by two females, they had been gorgeous but they just didn’t have the same all-consuming effect on him that Az always did. Perhaps if these dinners became more common, so would their trysts.

Elain went to answer the door with a bright smile on her face.

Azriel, donning those drool-worthy fighting leathers that were wholly out of place for the event, sat directly across from Eris on a low backed chaise and dipped his head in acknowledgment.

“Shadowsinger.”

“High Lord.” Azriel seemed off, slightly more extroverted than normal. Not that he minded, he always preferred when Az initiated conversations in public rather than pulling him aside after whatever convenient occasion concluded.

Eris made sure he was less than subtle while checking out his muscled body head to toe. Especially those ridiculous biceps on display. His wings looked ethereal under the sunlight. Unfortunately, all his shadows were seeking solace from the sun—Eris always thought that they were fascinatingly stunning.

“It’s been too long, Azriel. How are you?” Eris wanted to see precisely how outgoing the Shadowsinger was feeling, beyond the intense eye contact he was getting now. His eyes looked golden more than hazel.

“No complaints. Drinking already?” Azriel asked.

“It’s five o’clock, judgy.” Azriel huffed in amusement, he was clearly in a good mood. Playful.

“No judgments, just hoping you’d share.”

Eris got up from his comfortable chair and headed to the bar cart and poured some of his precious liquor into a glass for Azriel. He walked over to give it to him and sat down on his right. Az gave him a smile that was so cute, he nearly said so aloud.

The other male raised his drink to Eris, “To tonight.”

Considering the look in Azriel’s eye, that referred to more than dinner. Eris was definitely going to be enjoying this impromptu event. Thank the Mother for Feyre.

“Mm, and what’s tonight, Azriel?” Eris knew what it did to the other male when he spoke in that low and slow tone. Shamelessly rolling his ‘r’s and leering at the pretty bat.

“I’ve got some ideas.” Eris was probably smiling like a giddy child because Azriel merely rolled his eyes in amusement and sipped his drink.

Before Eris had a chance to reply, and he really wanted to respond (it wasn’t often Azriel was so open), the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death walked by with knowing smirks.

“Aw, not going to pour me a drink too Eris?” He asked with ridiculous puppy eyes. The male was built like a wall and still pouted. It was quite amusing.

“No, I get special treatment Cass.” Azriel said with a teasing grin.

“Oh come on! That’s not fair,” Cass pouted at the High Lord, like an overgrown hound.

“Apologies Cassian, he’s just prettier.”

The general clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me,” he said as they walked off to presumably find drinks. There was only one male here who Eris planned on serving tonight.

“Hmm, so you think I’m pretty, Eris.” Azriel said from below batted lashes; he was a dork tonight.

“Oh, I think you're the prettiest princess, Spymaster.”

Azriel developed a beautiful rosy blush atop his sculpted cheekbones, “It’s a shame you had to come wearing the whole brutish uniform, this certainly isn’t the place.”

“If you’ve got such a problem with my outfit, High Lord, perhaps you need to make me take it off.” It seemed blushing can be contagious. Like yawning.

Since everyone had now arrived and said their greetings, Lucien invited everyone to sit at the long table and asked Eris to sit on his right, his mother was across from Eris, Helion at her side. Elain sat on the side opposing Lucien, flanked by her sisters sitting next to their mates. Azriel sat right next to Eris and across Amren. Morrigan was off on business in Vallahan. They’d definitely warmed up to each other but any friendships formed would be strained, so they settled for civility whenever they encountered each other.

Out of the nine other people present, only Lucien and probably Elain knew that Azriel and Eris tended to get intimate during any event. He’d like to say that Lucien figured it out with his brilliant deduction skills inherited by yours truly, but in actuality, he walked in on them fucking after Elain’s birthday party.

He’d never seen his brother so shocked. Eris had actually laughed while bent over the desk in Azriel’s room at Rhysand’s river house. Even Az chuckled, and he had kept going the entire fifteen seconds Lucien was frozen in shock. A very unbecoming moan came out of Eris and Lucien slammed the door shut and couldn’t face his older brother without looking uncomfortable for weeks. It was fucking hilarious.

They all started eating and making small talk. It was a comfortable, chatty atmosphere. Nesta would tell a funny story from Elain’s childhood, and Eris would throw in a mortifying tale of Lucien’s.

“Oh, Eris?”

“Yes Elain?”

“You mentioned at the mating ceremony that you’d tell me what Lucien named some of your smokehounds.”

Oh fuck yes, he’d been waiting for this.

Lucien looked terrified, Eris WAS giddy.

“Of course, well I have a dozen hounds, Lucien named four of the-”

“Eris, y’know I’m really not sure this is necessar-”

“No, I’d really like to know,” Elain piped up. His mother looked extremely uncivil at the moment.

This night could not be going any better, Azriel was on his right, his shadows had started curling around his ankle, slowly working their way upwards. Kind of distracting.

“Well, little Lu decided my fifth hound’s name would be Broccoli.” Eris was definitely being an asshole but he’d do whatever it took to hear that chuckle he heard from Azriel again. He was now immensely grateful that Lucien was a very adorable kid.

Larger Lu groaned, “Eriss,” and kicked his shin (worth it). He hadn’t heard his mom giggle in a terribly long time. The rest of the table was listening and laughing along, but Eris was focused on the people around him.

“My seventh pup was named Turtle-”

“Turtle?” Elain looked at Lucien like he was insane. This was amazing. Amren cackled.

“In my defense, it was either Turtle the Hound or a tortoise I found while Eris and I were in the forest and Beron would never have allowed that. So yes, his name is Turtle and he’s a very good boy. And furthermore, any terrible name beyond Broccoli and Turtle is entirely his fault for letting me name them,” Lucien testified to Elain.

She just smiled sweetly at him, then turned to Eris and asked him what the last three he named were called. His mother’s amusement was clear, as was Lucien’s frustration which was extremely satisfying.

Eris lifted his glass, “Bourbon, Mango and Theodore.” He took a sip.

Even Lucien was laughing at that point, the wait paid off, he refused to tell Elain without her mate present.

He looked over to Azriel just in time to the tail end of what was now his favorite sound. His laugh was deep and smooth and Eris shivered. The shadows grew bolder.

Feyre happened to be the first one to stop laughing at the scarlet Lucien who was trying to break Eris’s shin and disappear in Elain’s neck. The High Lady looked at his brother incredulously.

“Who’s Theodore?” Rhysand chuckled from the seat beside him.

Once Lucien reappeared from the depths of his mate’s hair, still blushing but far more composed, he glared at Eris. Eris laughed, then turned to Feyre, and said, “I didn’t personally know any Theodores actually, I just liked the name and at that point I had heard my fair share of teasing so I wanted to choose a good name.”

“Wait, do you think that’s a good name for a dog?” Cassian asked.

Eris never considered that. He’s appalled, “Holy shit you do-”

“I mean it’s better than Mango and Broccoli-”

“Brother, that is not a high bar.”

Everyone laughed a bit more. Then they all drank some more. Eris was right about tonight going well, he loved being right. Lucien seemed enthralled enough with his mate that Eris figured he could risk trying to feel up Azriel a bit, the dinner was nearly over— under the table groping could be romantic, right?

He felt the need to test the waters first so he ran the tip of his boot on the underside of Azriel’s calf. He only needed to do it a few times before a scarred hand gently laid above his knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the outside of his leg. Eris lowered his foot and spread his thighs just enough to touch the side of Azriel’s. The other male simply trailed his hand up further and settled on grabbing the inside of the High Lord’s leg.

As the conversation carried on, varying from Varian’s wellbeing to Helion’s pegasi, all Eris could focus on was the weight of Azriel’s hand, and it was driving him crazy in the best way possible. He needed Azriel’s perfect cock A-S-A-fucking-P.

Thankfully all the main course magically cleared and in came trays of fruits, little cakes and cookies. Eris poured himself and Azriel another glass. He felt Azriel’s thumb petting the inside of his thigh. He was not going to survive dessert.

Lucien nudged Eris’s foot and upon gaining his attention, the smug fucker sent him a grin that would pair nicely with a broken jaw. It appeared their romanticism had not gone unnoticed. He must’ve given brother dearest a look because their mother let out a soft huff. He met his Mother’s amused eyes with a raised brow.

“Oh sorry dear, I just imagined a Spymaster to be more discreet when feeling up a High Lord at a dinner table.”

Eris felt all the molten heat instilled within him surface at his mother’s blatant audacity and color his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to be granted a reprieve from the building need, he heard that deep chuckle to his left and he was reminded of his urgency. Of the last time Azriel gave him what he wanted. What he needed. He felt the flush reach his neck.

“Well, my mission is no secret tonight, my Lady.”

Oh.

Was he being fucked with? Or did he really get sloshed enough to imagine his lover joking about their mutually minded rendezvous scheduled for later in the night, to his Mother?

Because this could not be happening. He could not possibly look as beat red as he felt. If he did, well, that would be pitiful. And Eris Vanserra was not some pathetic lovesick fool, quick to scarlet over some blatant flirts.

Helion chuckled in that uniquely rich tone of his, and looked to Aurora with the same eyes as his own, “I told you my dearest.” She radiated a soft laugh and took a long sip of her Rosé and returned the same sweet gaze as her mate’s.

He caught the glint of gold on the mark Rhysand tosses to Feyre, with a smirk on his arrogant face that would pair with a split lip like Chardonnay to salmon.

Eris decided to redirect his focus to the selection of small confectioneries spread before them, attempting to do anything but lose himself in the dizzying feeling of Azriel having practically announced they’re going to be spending the night together.

But, combined with the finger practically petting his thigh, Eris would be utterly lying to himself if he were to say he was anything but stranded within his infatuations with Azriel. He needed this male now. He needed all of him.

Eris saw Cass give Az thumbs up out of the corner of his eye, he heard more than witnessed Nesta swat her mate for his lack of subtlety. The thwack of her hand silver bangles against Cassian’s leather clad chest and the sound of a large bear being winded.

Lucien’s voice was smiling as he concluded their meal. “Well, as flattering and entertaining as this dinner party has been, I feel we should extend our joy to another evening,” Oh thank the Mother above- Eris had been three seconds from climbing into Azriel’s lap. He needed more.

“Absolutely, this was lovely. We look forward to the next gathering.” Feyre looked proud her endeavor proved to be more than a pipe dream. Rhysand looked proud to be Feyre’s mate. As irritating as those two can be- they seem to be a handsome couple.

“Perhaps everyone would be available for Nyx’s birthday?” Rhys freely addressed the rising table.

“I don’t see why not. Send out the invitations.” Aurora said to Feyre with her beaming smile. Well, another opportunity on the horizon.

Azriel finished his beverage before shifting his weight to his feet, standing up and extending a hand to Eris who accepted with a raised eyebrow and small smile.

As soon as their hands made contact, cool shadows enveloped the pair and Azriel transported them back to the suite at the Moonstone Palace, where they had seen each other the most. Where Az would help Eris heal from Beron. Where Eris would help ease the tarnishing aura of the Court of Nightmares.

He felt the cool marble to his back, he felt like he was overheating. Every part of him was burning with want. No, this was not just desire. He needed Azriel, any part of him. Every part of him. His beloved had the eyes of forests, of his home. On lonely nights, in his own forests, his rightful surroundings that have many times been his solace during chaotic times, he’d find himself homesick over the greenery within this male’s eyes.

Azriel smelled of the outdoors too. Especially when the presence of his arousal is practically edible, he imagined the scent of dewy musky mist and cedar will taste of salvation.

Before Eris could register more than that frigid contrast of the wall behind him, Azriel was crowding him, large wings expanded, blocking out much of their surroundings even the pigments of the Night sky pouring in through the windows he already knew took up the majority of the wall across them.

Soft lips and a demanding tongue took control of his mouth, from the way Azriel was consuming him, he would assume the male hadn’t eaten for centuries. He was a male starved.

But he was not the only one.

And so when a strong hand claimed his hips tightly enough to remind him the joys of life for days, he reached up with one of his own hands to the back of Azriel’s nape and buried his fingers within silky ebony to tilt his neck down, miraculously further deepening their kiss. He’d craved this. He prayed for this. He was hungry for this, for him.

He grinded his hips filthily forwards and reciprocated the delicious groan he earned when Azriel mimicked the action. Eris pulled slightly back, cementing his head to the marble, and gave himself enough room to say,

“I need to taste you, need you. Now, in my mouth.” He shimmy down, effectively pressing his stomach into Azriel’s apparent and insistent cock. Azriel moaned shamelessly at the friction, and it was the sexiest sound he’d heard in far too long.

“Mn, fuck baby, go ahead.” Azriel’s voice was low and gravelly. He loosened the hands that had been encasing Eris, allowing him to sink to his knees, where he'd been wanting to be since Feyre sent the damn invitation. Or maybe even since the last time he had kneeled before this glorious warrior. The feeling would never age, looking skyward and witnessing one of Prythian’s most powerful males turn into a moaning mess whenever Eris pulled off a particularly impressive maneuver.

Eris always loved the sensation of sucking dick, the velvety slick skin pounding its weight onto his tongue and as far down Eris’s throat as possible. On occasion, impossibly far. Tonight seemed to be a night for pushing limits.

As Eris settled on his knees in between the wall and the looming mass that was his desire, he couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch into a grin, he was shamelessly eager. Thick fingers laced themselves in his hair, he let his own begin working on the laces, nimbly working through the fastenings. He let his right hand trace up the visible skin, trailing up his carved hands, resting in the midst of what felt like a ten pack of abs, fingers itching to tease Azriel’s nipples. The right grabbed hold of the base of Azriel’s heavy cock and as he parted his smiling, kiss-bitten lips to wrap around the object of desires, he couldn’t help but wish he did this far more frequently.

The first taste felt like a goblet of cold spring water after a lengthy therapeutic training session, refreshing and so very necessary. Azriel rewarded him with a rumbling groan and jerked his hips into Eris’s mouth, roughly feeding a third of his long dick into the unnatural heat that accepted it sinfully.

“Oh Cauldr- Eris..” Azriel husked, he sounded just as desperate as Eris felt.

“Eyes up, Autumn. Want- need to see.” How could Eris deny the male who was fucking into his’ mouth just as harshly as he was bobbing his head against Az’s hips to the best of his ability, which was heavily impeded by the solid wall to his behind.

Fuck. His own pants were straining. Azriel’s voice always affected Eris, but the low, gravelly bravado tone of his words made it feel glorious when he removed the hand he used to take Az’s cock into his mouth to palm at his own dick for some relief.

He set his eyes to Azriel’s face and groaned around the cock thrusting in and out of his salivating mouth, he could feel spit spill down his chin and his jaw ached; but the view of his blissed out partner under the moonlight falling apart from Eris’s mouth and the music he could never forget orchestrating as he took the cock as deep into his throat as he could.

He was no quitter, and Azriel was no saint. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, the messy slurping sounds of Eris’s wet mouth were nothing short of whorish. For Azriel, Eris could be a whore. He would be. He was.

He realized with a deep thrumming moan that he was Azriel’s whore. He’d never felt so needy for dick, but Azriel was different, he always had been. He could feel the muscles under abs tightening, he could hear the quickening of groans and he knew he was going to get what he was really after when Azriel began reverently moaning his name. No one could say Eris’s name like Azriel.

Eris swallowed around the cock in his mouth, he pulled back as far as he could to tongue at the tip, stealing a scrumptious direct preview and attempting to coax Azriel to finish as quickly as he could. He was getting desperate. He dipped a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and rolled his hips forward, grinding into his cupped hand.

“Fuck Eris, you feel so fucking good. Always suck my cock so well, baby.”

He came in his dishevelled pants with a moan that was the epitome of slutty. He hadn’t felt this light in ages.

Eris lifted his decorated hand from his own mess and rolled Azriel’s balls in his sticky hand, not very gently, and it was either that or perhaps it was the sharp sting of one of Eris’s nails across his nipple that led to Azriel groaning, moaning, coming and filling his mouth, deliciously so. Az always tasted slightly tangy and he always gave Eris a mouthful of cum, he felt spoiled.

Azriel was panting heavily, leaning his forehead against the wall. He looked wrecked. Eris felt a bit smug, despite knowing he looked just as destroyed. Az moved a hand from copper locks to wrap around a long pale freckled throat, squeezing and hauling Eris up. Eris went eagerly into the deep kiss that felt just as sloppy as the blowjob.

Azriel’s hands moved down to knead his ass, pressing their still half hard dicks together, creating the feeling he knows he’ll be craving for months. His own hands began working on undoing Azriel’s leather vest, confined by far too many buckles, revealing glistening bronze skin decorated by dark and wavy inked tracks that Eris was intimately aware flowed all over his perfectly toned physique. It felt like unwrapping a present. He felt like returning the favor.

Although his every instinct was disagreeing, Eris pulled back slightly to murmur against eager lips,

“Missed the way you taste, Az”

Azriel groaned and reclaimed his lips with bruising force, “Fuck you can’t keep saying shit when you’re not open for me, Eris. You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not, but I know many things I want to be doing to you, my Star.”

“Eris” Azriel truly is just the prettiest male when he whines.

“What is it you want Azriel,” Eris purred and then kissed him sweetly, he finally freed all of the stunning tan expanse that was Azriel’s upper half.

He was gorgeous. His pants were already gone, he must have kicked them off while Eris was preoccupied. The Shadowsinger was completely bare before him and Eris couldn’t help but want to fall back to his knees.

“Fuck you”

“Hm. Eloquent.”

“Oh c’mon- I need to fuck you Eris.”

“Well what are you waiting for, do you need directions on how to fuck me Azriel. Have you forgotten?”

“Never, I could never forget taking you baby. Nothing like it.” Azriel ripped open his shirt, yanked down his pants and gathered up the naked High Lord with a hand under each opalescent thigh.

Azriel walked them over to the bed in long, sure strides. Both of them were focusing on keeping their lips attached, the kiss only broken when movement required so, those breaks in between kisses were beautiful glimpses at a hungry Azriel.

Just as Eris began to move to kiss Azriel’s stubbled jaw, he was thrown abruptly. The cushy landing did little to soothe his annoyance. He was fucking naked and he was thrown across the room like he weighed no more than a pillow.

And he did not squeal. He did NOT SQUEAL.

Eris was sure his face matched his hair at the moment, “Az- Azriel, I am not some sack of potatoes, what the flying fuck was that.” Fuck he sounded whiny. But why must the bat display no manners?

“Oh I know you’re no sack of potatoes, sweetheart. No, Eris, you are the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen. Fuck Autumn, look at you.” Azriel was leering at him in a reverent, predatory manner. Azriel’s gaze was always intoxicating but this was getting overwhelming, Eris was sure he resembled a tomato. A very needy tomato.

Fuck he needed. Azriel was only a few steps away from the foot of the bed but Eris felt that was much too far.

“Come get a closer look,” he scooted up the bed and spread his legs, he reached up and released the hair tie that had already loosened significantly from Azriel’s previously insistent fingers; He ran fingers through his hair, flexing his triceps, he pulled his knees close to his chest and spread his legs invitingly, sinfully.

He could hear the wind ripping against enormous wings as Azriel practically shot across the room, two perfectly marred hands painfully grasped his milky thighs, spreading him even further, he leaned down and and erupted Eris’s spine as he pressed the flat of his tongue to Eris’s exposed hole and began feasting.

Eris’s back arched when Azriel sunk the first finger inside, he moved his face to paint hickeys and love bites over Eris’ hips and thighs, he neglected the weeping cock that rested just underneath Eris’s navel.

“Mm, Az I need more,” he was writhing against Azriel’s finger, he felt so undone from just one finger, but Azriel knew his body like no other. He knew just where to twist and turn to have Eris meeting and white-knuckling the sheets. He can not come before Azriel’s inside him.

“Whatever you desire, you’ll have Eris.”

“Oh Mother above, I just want you to split me open on your fat fucking cock until I can’t thi-”

Azriel moved up to three fingers, Eris wailed in pleasure, the stretch was painful but he felt so full. He was given no time to adjust, Azriel’s saliva coated fingers were thrusting in and out at a mind-numbing pace. Eris was rolling his hips towards those miraculous fingers.

“Is that good, baby? Fucking you good?”

“Fucking perfect Az, so good for me”

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart.”

“Azriel, please”

“Please what, use your words.” Azriel was smirking wickedly at the thrashing male, he was very clearly hard again but just taking his sweet fucking time with his fingers. Don’t get him wrong, Eris lov- really likes Az’s fingers, more so than most dicks, but he was open, ready, waiting and so very fucking hard he could feel the pre-come tacky on his lower stomach.

“Az, do I need to find someone who can give me more than fingers? I want your cock already.”

The strong hands on his thighs moved to his waist and Eris was grabbed, flipped and manhandled to straddle Azriel’s lap.

And he did not squeal.

His hands quickly found muscles shoulders to dig his fingernails into as his hips were lowered onto Azriel’s granite cock-

“Don’t need more lube, right baby? Want me so bad?” He was definitely prepared but taking Az was no joke.

At his hesitation, Azriel spit down onto his own cock, gripped its base and lined the head up with Eris’s malleable hole.

Eris attempted to brace himself for what he knew would be a painful stretch, but there was no amount of mental awareness that could have lessened the shockwave to his nervous system when he tilted his hips down as Azriel filthily grinded upwards and only stopped inching Eris down when he bottomed out. Eris was shaking, his head was swimming, there were no thoughts, only Azriel’s dick and what used to be a properly ordered set of organs.

Azriel’s wrapped his strong arms around Eris’s waist, holding him still as he planted his feet on the bed and lifted Eris’s halfway up his cock just to slam him down again- hard and fast. Eris didn’t have to do anything but hold on for the ride. Even if he wanted to do something, he was too busy holding onto Azriel’s shoulders for dear life as he was reduced to jelly.

“Azriel! Fuck yes, right there, just like that, harder, so good, Az- so good- fuck-”

He felt the base of his dick strain and when he looked down he saw one of the familiar black wisps grip him tight enough to remove him from the precipice he hadn’t realized he had been delivered so closely too.

He let out an undignified whine, “Azz! I don’t want games- please- want to come-”

“Oh, you wanna come, Eris?’

“Yes! Yes, please, please move your shadow and keep fucking me just like this- I can feel you so deep, want your come-”

The shadow moved- Azriel was always too giving to tease him for long. Eris knew that his lover just appreciated hearing him beg.

“You look so good like this Eris. Come for me. Now.” Every thrust was rough and well aimed, and so Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He came screaming as much of Azriel’s name as he could manage before turning boneless in Azriel’s arms. He could feel the far away warming feeling of his insides and the blankets being moved around them as Azriel repositioned them to be lying down- Eris’s face resting in the crook of Azriel’s neck. Mindless patterns were carefully soothing his back. He felt himself drift to sleep, cradled in the arms of his solace.

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