please give us Azris i'm begging u, you KNOW those two would have no qualms about being naked! they might have other issues galore but being shy is Not one of them
pissing me the fuck off all by yourself handsome ?
Azriel visits Eris after the High Lords meeting. Heās not there to apologise and heās certainly not there to explore why Eris was rock hard as he choked him.
Pairing: Azriel x Eris
Word count: 3k
Rating: explicit
Warnings: pwp, anal sex, mild angst, top!Eris, bottom!Azriel
A/N: yes yes Iām clearly having a time of it. More pwp absolutely spewed out in a short time frame. Trust me, my Neris and Eris week wips are staring daggers at me. Iām not tagging my usual taglist as Iām pretty sure none of you are Azris fans!
Eris hissed as he rubbed the burn ointment over his arms, the scalding was his fathers punishment for daring to challenge him at the High Lord meeting. Heād already nearly healed, but the ointment prevented scars. The air in his room moved ever so slightly and Eris smelt Azriel before he stepped out of the shadows.
āCome to finish me off have you?ā Eris asked without looking behind him, pouring himself a glass of wine. He finally turned and Azriel glared at him, shadows swirling around his shoulders.
āYou know I canāt kill you.ā He grit out and Eris smirked as he took slow steps towards him.
āAnd you know I wasnāt talking about killing me.ā He watched the storm of emotions swirl in Azrielās eyes, and the way they seemed to struggle to stay on his face. Eris flexed his bare arms as he stepped closer still, trying not to get too excited by the prospect that maybe he liked what he saw.
āI didnāt take you for a masochist.ā Azriel finally said, which made Eris laugh. He took a sip of wine and shook his head.
āOh Iām not. Being strangled was horrible actually and for a moment I did genuinely fear for my life. But having you sat on my hips like Iāve always dreamt of was glorious. Cauldron, I think if youād bounced a little I would have cum right then and there-ā Azriel cut Eris off with a shove and a snarl. Wine spilt over Erisās hand and he tsked as he swapped hands and burnt away the liquid dripping from his fingers with a flash of fire.
āWhy so angry, Shadowsinger?ā He taunted āare you that frustrated you canāt kill me? Or are you just angry at yourself because the thought of bouncing on my cock has you hard as a rock.ā He winnowed directly in front of Azriel and grabbed his crotch, where indeed, his cock was straining against his Illyrian leathers. He grinned down at him smugly before he was shoved again.
āWhy me?ā Azriel asked, his voice barely more than a growl. Eris huffed a bitter laugh before walking past Azriel.
āWhy you indeed. I think Iām just the one the Mother likes to torment the most.ā He said with a mock dramatic sigh. At Azrielās snort Eris turned sharply to fix him with a blazing stare.
āYou donāt agree? Born to a father who hates me because Iām everything he isnāt and will never be and who makes my life hell because of it. To a mother who can scarcely look at me because I remind her so much of the man who makes her life hell. Surrounded by brothers who actively plot to kill me and take the power that I never asked for. And cursed with aā¦ā he stopped his ranting and seethed before he drank deeply from his glass. Azriel watched in that silent, still way that drove Eris mad.
āIf youāre not here to be fucked, Shadowsinger, what is it you want?ā He asked, finishing the rest of the glass and dropping it on the side table nearest him. Azriel just stared, he didnāt know really why he had come here. Eris stared back evenly. He could play this game too.
āWould you?ā Azriel asked quietly. Eris held a finger up behind his ear and frowned.
āSorry, didnāt catch that?ā He teased as he started walking back towards Azriel, whose fists and jaw clenched in irritation. He heard perfectly well and knew perfectly well what he meant, and Azriel didnāt know if heād find the courage to say it again. Eris stopped within arms reach and Azrielās cock throbbed at the scent of him. Desire took over.
āWould youā¦if thatās what I wanted?ā He asked again, the shame washing over him as he saw the delight in Erisās amber eyes.
āWould I, what?ā Eris asked with that infuriating smirk. He reached out a pale, freckled hand slowly, giving Azriel the chance to bat him away. He didnāt. Eris slid his hand over his hips and round to the small of his back. He stepped closer and Azriel could feel the heat radiating from him even through the thick leathers, and smell the shift in his scent. Their bodies werenāt touching and Azriel found himself leaning forward on his feet to try and close the distance. Eris was looking down at him with a disbelieving smile. There wasnāt much between them in height, Eris had perhaps an inch or two on him, but he always had a way of making it feel like a foot.
āAsk nicely, Shadowsinger, and Iāll give you everything you want.ā Eris leant to murmur in his ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through Azriel which delighted the prince, who chuckled. The embarrassment and the frustration this caused was too much for Azriel, who launched himself at Eris and kissed him. An undignified sound of surprise caught in Erisās throat before he laughed into the kiss, his hands coming together at the base of Azrielās spine and pulling him closer.
Azrielās scarred hands had grabbed Erisās face, but now they smoothed into his hair, which felt like the softest silk slipping over his fingers. He moaned as Eris slid his tongue into his mouth, gently exploring. It wasnāt enough. He pulled his head toward him as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his hard length against Erisās thigh. Eris gasped and shifted them so when he pushed his hips back in turn, their cocks rubbed against each other. The pleasure caused them both to moan, foreheads pressed together. Eris looked down and leaned back enough that they could watch them grind against each other, and admire the wet patch starting to form on Erisās red sleep pants.
āWhat is it you want?ā He asked again, his voice low and thick with lust, gripping Azrielās waist tighter.
āIā¦I want you to fuck me.ā Azriel conceded, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. Eris grabbed his chin and shook it so he opened his eyes. Azrielās mouth hung open slightly as he saw the flames blazing in Erisās eyes, the hunger and relief etched onto his face, in the set of his brow.
āGods, Azriel, Iāve waited so long to hear you say that.ā He breathed before kissing him, and like a dam had broken they became frenzied. Hands were everywhere, clothes being pawed at and discarded, kisses were all teeth and tongue and desperation.
Finally naked and on the bed, Eris gently pushed Azriel against the pillows, not breaking the kiss and reached his hand down between them. Azriel wasnāt sure when Eris hand oiled his hand but he was grateful as it wrapped around both of them, holding them together as they moved. The heir broke the kiss to study the spyās face. Every gasp, every twitch of his brow, the way his entire face contorted in pleasure, and heād barely started.
āHow do you want me to take you?ā Eris asked, looking down his nose at the panting mess below him. Azriel met his hooded gaze and his mind went simultaneously empty and overloaded with images of all the ways he wanted Eris to fuck him. He must have been lost for a moment too long as the red head sneered.
āAs much as I wish I did, I donāt have all night.ā He bent and licked a line up Azrielās neck and nibbled on his ear lobe, simultaneously running his large hands over his chest and thumbing his nipples. The huge Illyrian gasped, wings twitching where heād spread them on the bed. Eris sat up, rolling his hips as he let his fingers trail over the swirling tattoos across Azrielās chest.
āYouāre perfect.ā Eris breathed, forgetting momentarily that just a few hours ago heād tried to kill him, forgetting that he claimed to hate him. Azriel didnāt say anything, or give any reaction except, but the twitch of his length gave away how much he enjoyed the compliment.
Azriel almost found it funny, how someone as perfectly perfect as Eris could look at him and think he was anything other than a mess. And not just in this exact moment, but in every moment of his life. The scars, the shadows, how quiet he was, all the horrible things heād done. Some of them heād day dreamed about doing to Eris, and yet here he was, seeing it all and calling him perfect. He ran his eyes over Erisās large frame. He was leaner than Azriel, most males were, but he was surprisingly built. He remembered it shouldnāt actually be too surprising, he is a general. He hungrily tracked the freckles that absolutely covered Erisās body, down his arms, across his chest and stomach, down his legs. His eyes snapped back to his large cock which he hoped would soon be buried inside him.
āIs this the first time youāve-ā Eris started to ask, eyes not leaving the tattoos, wondering if the unfamiliarity of sleeping with a male was the reason for his silence.
āNo,ā Azriel interrupted hurriedly with a shake of his head. Eris flicked his eyes up to meet the hazel ones staring at him. A smile played at his lips as he raised his eyebrows.
āI make you nervous?ā Eris asked in disbelief and Azriel huffed.
āYou overwhelm me.ā He answered truthfully, his face flushing at the admission, waiting for the barrage of jokes and teasing. It didnāt come as amber eyes assessed him, red eyebrows knotted together.
āIf this is too muchā¦ā Eris frowned, pulling his hands away from their exploration and placing them on his knees. Azriel felt the weight of him start to ease and quickly grabbed his hips, pulling him back down.
āItās not enough.ā Azrielās voice was gruff, and a groan broke from his throat as he bucked up against Eris. The prince wrapped his hand back around both of them and moved again.
āI need youā¦gods, I need you toā¦I want youā¦ā Azriel couldnāt get the words out, as he watched Erisās pre cum drip down onto his own flushed tip and mix with his. With a deep groan Eris threw his head back.
āItās okay, Shadowsinger, youāll have me,ā he reached a hand behind him and gently parted Azrielās cheeks and caressed the tight ring of muscle.
āRight where you need me.ā He said with a smirk as a ragged moan ripped from Azrielās throat. Eris removed his hands, delighting in the whine Azriel let out at the loss of contact, to pour a generous amount of oil over his fingers. He shifted back and bent Azrielās legs out of his way. He had to take a moment to appreciate the sight of the warrior spread before him; his huge cock leaking so prettily, the sweat glistening on his dark skin, the muscles tensing in his stomach and the heaving of his chiseled chest with every deep inhale.
Eris smiled and slid an oiled finger to Azrielās entrance, lazily tracing around the edge before pushing in slowly.
āFuck,ā Eris grunted as he watched the shadow singers eyes roll back before he squeezed them shut with a gasp. He moved his finger slowly, while his other hand steadied them both on Azrielās hip. With gentle precision, another finger joined the first and Azrielās entire being focused solely on the feel. Heād been with males before, had taken and given in equal measure, but nothing had ever felt this good. With a whimper that made him blush, he opened his eyes and gasped at the intense look on Erisās face. He was watching him with such hunger it sent a shock of arousal down his spine, making him buck up. Eris smirked, scissoring his fingers slowly before adding a third.
āGreedy bat,ā he murmured, finally breaking eye contact to watch his fingers disappear with a groan. Azriel didnāt think he could take it any longer.
āPlease.ā He whispered, making Eris snap his head up in delight. He gave him a feral grin and sighed.
āSuch a good boy, I didnāt even have to ask you to beg.ā Eris tried to sound mocking, but his voice was so strained it took all sting out of it. He removed his fingers and poured more oil on his hand before he wrapped his fist around himself, smothering the oil down before focusing on his tip. His hips jerked at the sensation, he didnāt think he was going to last long inside Azrielās tight heat but didnāt think Azriel was going to last much longer than he. Eris notched himself at Azrielās entrance, rubbing himself teasing around the hole before locking eyes. Azriel gave a slight nod and Eris pushed forward. They both moaned as Eris pushed deeper, Azriel putting a foot on Erisās hip to stop him.
āFuckā¦waitā¦ā Azriel moaned, eyes screwed shut as he felt himself clench and relax and Eris, who was starting to shake with restraint, but kept his eyes firmly on Azrielās face waiting for the okay. When he finally nodded, Eris moved again, pulling himself out before pushing back in further. The sounds he received for this effort had him repeating the move until he was finally fully sheathed inside Azriel, their foreheads pressed together.
āYou feel so good, shit, Iām notā¦this wonāt take long,ā Eris panted, quickly kissing Azriel who shifted his hips and pulled Eris against him.
āMe-ā his breath hitched as his cock brushed Erisās stomach āme neither, fuck.ā He dragged him back in for another kiss as Eris began to move with slow and deep thrusts. Azriel had never felt such peace, like his entire being was relaxed, his shadows gracefully slipping over Erisās skin, just relishing the feel of him. This was right, so very right, heād made a good choice in coming here, why did he ever think it was a bad idea? He moaned into the kiss, which seemed to snap something in Eris.
He sat up and started to move faster, putting more power behind each thrust, watching with pure lust as his cock pounded into Azriel. He grabbed Azrielās sorely neglected length and moved his hand up and down it. Azriel threw his head back and arched his back, and Eris wanted the image burned into his memory forever. Heād envisioned this so many times, but none of his fantasies lived up to the reality of fucking the male who had wanted him dead. With a snarl he started to move even faster, Azrielās body jerking with the force of his thrusts.
āSo-so good. Oh fuck!ā Eris moaned, a string of curses and compliments falling freely from his mouth, he wasnāt even sure what he was actually saying anymore.
āIām going to- Iām-ā Azriel panted, thrashing his head side to side as if he could stop himself. Eris hissed and doubled his efforts, hand twisting and tightening on Azrielās cock, pulling a leg up to plant his foot in the bed to allow him to put even more power into pounding him.
āFuck, Eris!ā Azriel gasped as he came so hard his vision blacked out, cum splattering Erisās chest and his own. At the sound of his name coming from the Shadowsinger Eris came hard, hips jerking with every spurt. When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of Azriel, careful to move his hands behind his head and not on his wings. Azriel lazily put his hands on Erisās back, a satisfied shudder rolling over him as he felt his cock slip out of him, followed by the gush of his cum.
For a while, they lay in the post-orgasm haze, reality not yet returning to them. Right now, they werenāt Eris the Autumn Prince and Azriel the Shadowsinger, they justā¦were. They stared at each other, Eris running a finger absentmindedly over Azrielās jaw. After a while Azriel sat up, to move his wings out the way so they could lay on their sides facing each other. Eris laid back down with a contented sigh as he looked over Azrielās wings, reaching out and tapping the taloned tip before resting his hand on Azrielās hip, splaying his hand out over the dark skin.
āDo you still want to kill me?ā Eris asked softly, twisting his lips in an attempt not to smile. Azriel smiled before the crushing weight of the real world, and what had just happened and who it happened with, slammed into him. He jerked back and sat up suddenly.
āI didnāt-ā Eris started as he watched Azriel launch out of the bed and search for his discarded clothes, not attempting to keep the devastation off his face.
āAzriel, please, stay a bit-ā he started again, moving up onto his knees to make his way to the end of the bed.
āIf anything, I want to kill you more.ā Azriel turned and snarled before he could stop himself. It wasnāt true. He felt oily guilt slide through his stomach as he watched his words land like a physical blow, Eris flinching slightly, hurt glistening in his beautiful eyes before the cold mask of the heir slipped back over his face.
āDonāt worry, I wonāt tell anyone how hard you came for me.ā He sneered, settling himself back propped up against the pillows. With a wave of his hand a cigarette appeared between his fingers, and an ashtray on the bed next to him. He stretched his long legs out casually, not hiding an inch of his freckled body, still covered in both their release.
āIf you could do me a favour though, do inform Nesta Archeron of my prowess and send her my way. Iām certain she can keep a secret.ā He drawled, lighting his cigarette with his own flame, resting one arm along the headboard. Azriel froze for a moment and stared at Eris confused. The prince scoffed and tapped his ash.
āOh, I like females just as much as males. Iāll enjoying fucking her tight little cunt just as much as I enjoyed fucking you.ā He glared at the Illyrian, eyes flicking to his wings again.
āProbably even more, I donāt usually stoop so low as to fuck lesser fae.ā Eris couldnāt stop, he wanted Azriel to feel as hurt as he did, and knew all the places to plant the low blows he was hurling.
āGet out, Shadowsinger.ā He snapped finally, snarling when Azriel didnāt leave and just stared at him with that unreadable face. He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out irritatedly.
āGet out!ā He bellowed, launching to his knees, eyes blazing. Azrielās eyes widened for a moment before his shadows enveloped him and he disappeared. Eris collapsed back to the bed and pressed his palms to his eyes. What was it going to take for Azrielās side of the bond to snap?
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