[Exploration @sjmprideweek]
Summary: Looking to expand intergalactic allyship, Azriel ends up in Adarlan. Coming face to face with King Dorian Havilliard II, he must plee his case. There's something about him that brings Azriel to his knees.
CW: Pretty much a Azriel x Dorian fever dream. Gay sex. Ass eating. Oral. Shadow/ Phantom play. Just hot guys loving hot guys.
Sorry for posting so late. I had a bad cluster migraine š¤
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars danced like silver glitter on a velvet canvas, cloaked in shadows, he moved with silent grace. His eyes as piercing as twin blades, surveyed the alien terrain, searching for signs of life.
His shadows whispered secrets through the breeze of towering crystalline structures that surrounded them.
This was not the mission he had planned, nor was it the planet he had intended to visit. Somehow, during his shadow walk, the fabric of space had twisted, and he had been flung to this uncharted realm.
A flash of light in the distance caught his attention. It was unlike any natural light he had seen in his long centuries of existence.
Curiosity piqued, Azriel approached cautiously, his wings folded tight against his back to avoid detection. The light grew stronger, and the air grew thick.
As he reached the source, a grand castle loomed ahead, its towers reaching towards the heavens. The walls gleamed with a metallic glass sheen that was not of this world. Well, maybe it was as he didn't know what world he was on.
The air was alive with the sound of laughter and music that spilled from the open windows. The scent of exotic blooms filled the night, a tantalizing bouquet that beckoned him closer.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Azriel slipped into the shadows, his steps silent and swift. The castle teemed with life, guards patrolling the perimeter.
He found a window that led to a chamber bathed in candlelight. Through the cracked pane, he saw a male figure lounging on a throne, surrounded by a court of beings that were a mix of human and fae.
The man on the throne looked up, his eyes meeting Azriel's through the glass, and a knowing smirk played on his lips. It was as if he had been expecting the shadowed figure's appearance all along. The king raised a hand, gesturing for the music to pause. The room stilled, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Azriel's hand glued to truth teller.
"Welcome," Dorian's voice was a rich purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the shadows.
Surprise flickered in Azriel's eyes before he could school them to his usual impassive mask. How had the king known he was there? His shadowy form was all but invisible unless you had the power to see it. Yet, there the king sat, staring directly at him with an amused tilt to his head.
With a silent curse, Azriel stepped out of the shadows, his form solidifying into a figure that was as much a contradiction as the realm he found himself in. He was a warrior dressed in the armor of darkness, yet there was a beauty to his sharp features and the way his moved through the night. He bowed deeply before the king.
The courtiers gasped in unison, their whispers a symphony of shock as they took in his ethereal presence. The room was a tableau of frozen figures, all eyes on the mysterious being that had just emerged from the very air itself. Dorian's smirk grew, a gleam of challenge in his gaze as he took in the newcomer.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his tone a blend of curiosity and command.
"I am Azriel," he replied, his voice a whisper of nightfall. "A wanderer who lost his way in the stars."
Dorian leaned forward, intrigue glinting in his eyes.
"Lost, you say?" He gestured to the guards who had drawn their weapons, and they lowered them, though not entirely sheathing them. "You find yourself in a peculiar place, Wanderer."
"Indeed," Azriel said, rising from his bow. "I seek only knowledge, not conflict."
Dorian's gaze was sharp, assessing the truth in Azriel's words. After a moment, he waved his hand dismissively.
"Then you shall have it." He descended from his throne, the train of his robe trailing behind him like a river of blood. "Walk with me."
The two males left the chamber, the courtiers' whispers following them. The shadows stayed silent, as if they to were as flabbergasted as their master.
As they moved through the halls of the castle, the Kings stride was purposeful. Azriel matched his pace, his eyes darting around, taking in every detail of the unfamiliar surroundings.
Dorian led him to a private study, the walls lined with ancient tomes that emitted a faint glow. The king poured them both a glass of a deep red liquid that smelled of berries and spices.
"Tell me, Wanderer," Dorian began, handing him a glass. "What is it that you wish to know?"
The question was loaded, and Azriel knew better than to reveal too much. He took the offered glass, the warmth of the liquid seeping into his palm.
"I am searching for allies. A gateway has been opened in our world. We're hoping to expand interdimensional relationships." He took a sip, the flavor rich and potent, leaving a trail of fire down his throat. "But I seem to have landed in the wrong place. Deepest apologies my king."
Dorian's smile grew, his teeth sharp.
"Dorian. I am not your king, nor do I hold dominion over the stars." He leaned back, his eyes never leaving Azriel's. "But I do enjoy a good tale of adventure and intrigue."
He took a sip of his own drink, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.
"Perhaps, we could help one another."
Dorian's gaze was like a caress, leaving Azriel feeling both exposed and desired. It was a sensation he was unfamiliar with, and it stirred something within him that was as unsettling as it was intoxicating. He took a moment to compose himself, the warmth of the drink spreading through his body, and set his glass down with a deliberate click.
"Your realm is fascinating," Azriel said, his voice as smooth as the liquid they sipped. "Yet, I fear my presence may bring trouble. I would not wish to impose."
Dorian's smile was knowing.
"Trouble often finds me, regardless of where I am in the universe. I suspect you're more than capable of handling whatever may come our way." He took another sip, his eyes never leaving Azriel's.
The king leaned closer, his breath warm and tantalizing. "But let us not speak of troublesome matters just yet. Where had you intended to go?"
Azriel's heart fluttered, his gaze dropping to the king's lips before he could stop it. He cleared his throat, focusing on the task at hand.
Dorian's eyes widened, a spark of genuine interest lighting them. "Eos," he murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"I believe we've met a few residents from one of its countries. There's some beautiful creatures there."
"I have yet the pleasure of knowing," Azriel replied, his voice measured and calm, though his heart was anything but.
He took a deep breath, his scent mingling with the king's own allure.
"However, I was not brought there. Perhaps there is something else of value in our meeting."
Dorian's smile grew, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
"Ah, the sweet scent of destiny. How could I resist such an intriguing quest?" He set his glass down and stepped closer, his hand brushing against Azriel's arm.
The contact sent a jolt through the shadowy warrior, and he felt his wings twitch involuntarily.
"I am intrigued by your quest, Wanderer, and I am a king who enjoys the company of the extraordinary."
The air between them grew charged, and Azriel had to fight the urge to lean into the king's touch.
"I appreciate your hospitality, Dorian," he said, his voice a little too husky for his own liking.
Dorian's eyes searched his, a question lurking in their depths.
"Is it just the allyship that brings you to my realm, or perhaps your shadows whisper of something else?"
The touch of Dorian's hand on his arm was like a brand, marking him in a way he hadn't expected. Azriel felt his cheeks heat slightly, a blush that was almost invisible against his pale skin. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain his reaction.
"The shadows speak of many things" he hedged.
Dorian's leaned in even closer. "And do they whisper sweet nothings about the king of this realm?"
Azriel's breath hitched, the warmth from Dorian's body radiating towards him like a sun's embrace. The king's eyes searched his own, looking for something, anything that would give him a clue to the tumult of emotions he was feeling.
"Perhaps," Azriel replied, his voice a murmur that seemed to echo through the room.
The corners of Dorian's eyes crinkled with mirth.
"Perhaps," he echoed, his hand still resting lightly on Azriel's arm. "Tell me more, Wanderer. What whispers do your shadows share?"
Azriel knew he could not lie to one who could see the depths of his soul. He leaned back, breaking the connection. The loss of contact leaving a cold trail on his arm.
"They speak of a king who is both fierce and just, whose beauty is matched only by his cunning."
Dorian's smile grew into a full grin, his eyes alight with amusement. "And do you find me to your liking?"
Azriel's cheeks flushed deeper, but he held the king's gaze. "I find you...unexpected."
Dorian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "The universe is full of unexpected delights, isn't it?" He stepped away.
He could smell the scent of his arousal, faint but unmistakable, mingling with the heady aroma of the candles that burned in the room. He hoped Dorian's senses were too preoccupied with his own thoughts to detect the subtle shift in the air.
The king's laughter was low and seductive, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very marrow of Azriel's bones.
"Unexpected indeed," he agreed, his eyes flickering over Azriel's form with a hunger that was unmistakable. "But I suspect that is what makes you all the more intriguing."
"My apologies, your majesty," Azriel said, his voice tight with restrained desire. "I did not intend to cause you any distraction."
"Nonsense," Dorian waved a hand dismissively. "And I told you to call me Dorian." He stepped closer again, his hand sliding up to Azriel's neck, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw.
The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Azriel's body. He hadn't felt such a reaction in centuries, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"What are your intentions with me?" Azriel's voice was a rasp, his eyes locked with Dorian's.
Dorian leaned in, his breath a warm caress against Azriel's cheek.
"To aid you in your quest, of course," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of his ear. "But perhaps there are other ways in which we might be of use to each other." His hand slid down to rest over Azriel's chest, the heat of it burning through the leather armor.
Azriel closed his eyes, willing his body to calm. "Dorian, " he murmured, focusing on the task at hand.
Dorian's grip tightened, his thumb stroking the pulse point at the base of Azriel's neck. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "But tell me, why is planetary allyship so precious to you?"
Azriel's eyes snapped open, meeting the king's. "It is not for me, but for my queen. With it, she could save our realm, our people."
Dorian's gaze softened, a hint of understanding crossing his features. "A noble quest indeed," he murmured, his hand still resting on Azriel's chest. "But what of your own desires?"
"My desires are bound to my duty," Azriel said, his voice steady, though his heart was racing like a wild steed.
Dorian's hand paused, his gaze searching. "But even warriors have hearts, do they not?"
Without waiting for a response, Dorian leaned closer, his face coming to rest against the cool, unyielding surface of Azriel's chest. He inhaled deeply, his nose twitching slightly. Azriel felt his body stiffen, his heart racing as the king's breath ghosted up towards the sensitive skin of his neck. He could feel the heat of Dorian's arousal as it wafted towards him.
The shadows that clung to Azriel's form pulse with a life of their own, shifting and twitching in time with the erratic beating of his heart. His cock, usually as stoic as the rest of him, was now standing at attention, eager to explore the unknown territory of Dorian's embrace. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but he enjoyed it.
He knew the king was playing a game, and yet, the thrill of it all had Azriel entranced. Each stroke of his thumb sent a shiver down his spine, and every time he pulled away, the cold of his absence left a void that only Dorian could fill.
"Your heart beats like a caged bird," Dorian murmured, his breath hot and tantalizing against the curve of Azriel's ear. "What secrets does it hold?"
Azriel's eyes narrowed, though the corners of his lips twitched with a smirk.
"I'd tell you," he replied, his own gloved hand coming up to cover Dorian's. "But then I'd have to kill you."
Dorian's laugh was sudden and delighted, the sound of it resonating through the chamber. He pulled away from Azriel, his hand sliding down to catch the warrior's, and for a brief moment, their fingers intertwined, the warmth of the king's skin seeping through the leather. The room was alive with the sound of their mingled breaths.
"Such a deadly creature," Dorian said, his voice a caress. "But fear not, I am not so easily swayed by mere words." He leaned in closer, their faces almost touching.
"Perhaps a different form of persuasion is needed."
Without waiting for a response, Dorian's lips met Azriel's in a kiss that was as surprising as it was fierce. It was a kiss that held centuries of unknown longing.
Azriel's initial shock gave way to a surge of passion that ignited like wildfire in his veins. The shadows around them seemed to pulse and swirl in response, as if they too were caught in the intensity of the moment.
Dorian's mouth was demanding, yet gentle, as he explored the uncharted territory of Azriel's lips. The warrior's own response was a mix of reluctance and hunger, his body betraying his usual stoic demeanor. He found himself leaning into the kiss, his hands coming up to frame Dorian's face, the softness of his touch belying the strength in his grip.
The king's hands were everywhere, sliding over the leather armor that protected Azriel's body, searching for any weakness, any entry point to claim as his own.
Azriel's mind raced, torn between his duty and the undeniable attraction that pulled him closer to Dorian.
His body, however, had no such qualms, responding eagerly to the king's touch. His own hands roamed Dorian's body, finding the warmth and strength beneath the fabric of his royal garments. Their kiss grew deeper, tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of want and need.
With a sudden move, Dorian swiveled his hips, straddling Azriel's thighs as he sat on his lap. The warrior's eyes widened in surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around the king's waist to keep him steady. The contact sent shockwaves of desire through Azriel's body as he felt Dorian's erection press against him through the layers of clothing that separated them.
The king's hands found their way under Azriel's shirt, his fingertips brushing against the taut muscles of his stomach. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers up his spine. Dorian's eyes searched his, seeking permission, and with a gasp, Azriel found himself nodding, his body aching for more.
Dorian's hands grew bolder, his fingers tracing the lines of Azriel's abdomen before moving lower, teasing the edge of his pants.
But it was the shadows themselves that decided the next move. They coiled around Dorian's wrists, seemingly of their own accord, and with a sudden, almost violent tug, they ripped his crimson robe from his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving him bare before Azriel's eyes.
The king's chest was a sculpture of muscles, each one defined and gleaming in the candlelight. The shadows danced around them, caressing the newfound expanse of Dorian's body with dark, hungry kisses.
The sight of Dorian's bare skin was a revelation, a declaration of intent that Azriel couldn't ignore. His own hands moved almost of their own accord, tracing the lines of muscle and power that lay before him. His fingers danced along the king's collarbone, feeling the pulse of his heart beneath the warm, living flesh.
The shadows whispered sweet, seductive nothings, urging him to give in to the passion that simmered between them.
Dorian's eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating with desire. He rocked his hips against Azriel's, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies. It was new and thrilling in this uncharted territory.
"Tell me," Dorian murmured against his lips, his breath a warm promise of more to come. "Is it only your queen for whom you long?"
"It's not like that," Azriel managed to gasp out, though his mind was growing murkier by the second. "She's my brother's mate."
Dorian's eyes searched his, a hint of surprise flitting across his features before he smirked.
"Ah, I see," he said, his thumb brushing against the ring that lay hidden beneath Azriel's shirt "And your mate is?"
"I am unclaimed," Azriel replied, his voice a bare whisper, his eyes locked with Dorian's.
Dorian's smile grew, a wicked glint in his eye.
"How fortunate for us," he said, his hand moving to Azriel's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the leather. "For I find myself quite...taken with you."
With a trembling hand, Azriel reached up and unbuckled the strap that held his right glove in place. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Dorian's as he slowly peeled the fabric away from his left hand.
The king's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the scars that marred Azriel's flesh. His hands were a tapestry of pain.
Dorian's own hand hovered over the warrior's, a question in his eyes.
"These are not the marks of a gentle life," he murmured, his thumb tracing the jagged lines with a tenderness that sent shivers down Azriel's spine.
The shadowy warrior's breath hitched, his eyes closing briefly.
"You owe me no explanation if you do not wish to," Dorian said softly, one hand still in Azriel's.
The other against his chest, thumb tracing the frantic beat of the warrior's heart.
With a violent sureness, Azriel's eyes snapped open. He claimed Dorian's mouth once more. His hands moved with a will of their own, sliding down the king's body to grip the fabric of his pants.
The sound of Dorian's gasp was music to his ears as he found the king's hardness, stroking him through the material. The king's hips rolled against his palm, the heat of his arousal burning through the barrier.
With a sudden jerk, Dorian pulled away, his eyes blazing. He stood up, the fabric of his pants tenting outwardly.
"Not here," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Not now."
Azriel felt a pang of rejection, his hands falling to his sides. "Your majesty-"
Dorian cut him off with a look that was both fiery and commanding.
"I want you, make no mistake," he said, his voice a low rumble.
The room seemed to hold its breath as the two males stared at one another. The king reached out and traced a line along Azriel's cheek, his thumb lingering over the fullness of his lower lip.
"But this is not a meeting to be rushed, nor one to be held in the presence of prying eyes."
A thrill of anticipation shot through Azriel, his hazel eyes darkening with a need that mirrored Dorian's own lust deepened blue.
"I understand," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Dorian stepped back, the loss of contact leaving them both trembling.
"Come," he said, taking Azriel's hand in his own. "We shall continue this...discussion in private."
The warrior allowed himself to be led, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They walked through the castle, the shadows seeming to bow before them as if acknowledging their king and the one he had chosen.
As they were approaching Dorian's chambers, Azriel felt a sudden, unexpected touch. It was as if a phantom had reached out of the darkness to cup him firmly through his pants.
He gasped, his eyes going wide as he looked down to see nothing there. His own shadows touch are a familiar comfort, this was a different force entirely.
Dorian's eyes met his, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Allow me to show you true hospitality," he murmured.
The king's chambers were as opulent as the rest of the castle, with velvet drapes and gold-leafed furnishings. The scent of exotic spices and incense filled the air, a heady mix that made Azriel's senses swim.
Dorian closed the door with a gentle click, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He turned to face Azriel, his eyes dark with want.
"Now," he said, his voice a low purr, "where were we?"
Azriel's breath caught in his throat, the phantom touch from the shadows still a lingering presence between them.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice shallow.
Dorian stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire. "Im impatient, " he said, his hand tracing along Azriel's chest. "And got a little handsy."
The shadowsingers breath hitched, his body responding to the king's touch despite his confusion.
"Your... shadows," he managed to murmur.
Dorian's smile grew, his hand sliding up to rest on Azriel's chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of his heart.
"A small demonstration of my power." he said, his voice a soft purr. "A taste of what we could do."
Azriel swallowed hard, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for the buckle of his own pants. With trembling fingers, he managed to undo the clasp. The material fell away, revealing his own hardness, standing proud against his abs.
Dorian's eyes widened, his gaze dropping to take in the sight before him. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hand sliding down to wrap around Azriel's cock.
Azriel's eyes fell shut as the king's hand began to stroke him in a slow, steady rhythm that had him moaning with pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," Dorian murmured, his eyes feasting on the warrior's body.
Azriel's breath hitched, his eyes opening to meet the king's gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, his voice low and husky.
Dorian's smile was all teeth as he stepped closer, his hand still working magic on Azriel's cock. He leaned in, their lips millimeters apart.
"I'm more than good," he said, his voice a dark promise.
Without waiting for a response, Dorian dropped to his knees, taking Azriel in his mouth. The warrior's head fell back with a moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. The king's mouth hot and wet, his tongue skilled and sure.
The shadows in the room grew more insistent, coiling around them both like a lover's embrace, whispering dark secrets and promises of pleasure. Azriel could feel the power of Dorian's magic, a thrumming energy that seemed to resonate with his own. His body was alight with sensation, his wings quivering with every touch and caress.
Dorian's mouth was a masterpiece of pleasure, his tongue swirling around the head of Azriel's cock before delving deeper, taking him in until he hit the back of his throat.
The sound of his moans filled the room, echoing off the high ceiling and mingling with the scent of arousal that thickened the air.
Azriel's hands found purchase in Dorian's hair, his grip tight as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward, to fuck the king's mouth like he knew Dorian wanted. He'd never felt so out of control, so at the mercy of another's touch.
Dorian's eyes were closed in concentration, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, the wet sounds of his ministrations adding to the symphony of pleasure. The king's hand gripped the base of Azriel's cock, his thumb tracing the vein that ran along the length of it, sending bolts of pleasure through his body.
The shadows grew bolder, wrapping around Dorian's neck, urging him on. The king's eyes snapped open, the pupils blown wide with desire. He looked up at Azriel, the challenge clear in his gaze.
Azriel met his gaze, the intensity of it making his knees wobble. He knew he was playing with fire, but the flame was so tempting. He leaned in, whispering against Dorian's ear.
"Take me, your majesty," he murmured, the words a sultry invitation that sent a shiver down the king's spine.
Dorian pulled back with a gasp, his eyes blazing. He surged to his feet, lifting Azriel off the floor with surprising strength. Their mouths crashed together again, teeth clinking and tongues dancing.
The warrior's legs wrapped around Dorian's waist, his arms around the king's neck, holding him close. The room spun around them.
Dorian's hands were everywhere, pushing fabric out of the way, seeking skin. They made it to the bed, the silken sheets whispering against their skin as Dorian laid Azriel down, his body following.
Dorian's hand found its way to Azriel's cock again, stroking him in time with their kisses. Azriel's wings, usually a symbol of his stoicism and control, fluttered behind him, betraying the tumult of emotions that raged within.
The king's kiss grew more demanding, his teeth grazing the warrior's lower lip before soothing it with a gentle suck.
"Fuck, Dorian," Azriel moaned, his body arching up into the touch. The language was crude, but the sentiment was pure and raw, a reflection of the need that clawed at him from the inside out.
The king's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the effect he had on the stoic warrior.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "You want more?"
"Yes," Azriel gasped, his body straining against Dorian's touch. "More."
The king chuckled darkly, his hand moving to undo his own pants, freeing his erection fully. He stroked himself, his grip firm and sure, his eyes never leaving the warrior's face.
"Good," he murmured. "Because I intend to give you everything."
With a sudden shift in the air, Dorian's shadowed hands coiled around Azriel's wrists, pinning them to the bed.
The warrior gasped, his eyes widening with surprise, but the thrill of it only served to heighten his arousal. He struggled against the restraints, his body begging for more. He wasn't used to being the one tied up. Let alone by darkness not of his own.
Dorian leaned over him, a feral smile playing on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone like you," he murmured, his breath hot against Azriel's neck.
He kissed along the line of his collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving lower. His mouth found one of the warrior's nipples, sucking hard.
Azriel's body bowed off the bed, a sound of pure pleasure ripping from his throat. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. The shadows held him tight, their grip unyielding as the king explored his body with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Dorian's eyes gleamed with dark desire as he kissed a trail down Azriel's stomach. He reached the top of his thighs, his breath ghosting against the sensitive skin.
With a sudden, almost savage grace, Dorian pushed Azriel's legs apart and over his shoulders. The warrior's body was bared to him, vulnerable and exposed.
He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the muscled thighs, the tight, puckered entrance that promised untold pleasure. He could see the tension in Azriel's body, the way his abs clenched in anticipation. The shadows around his wrists grew thicker.
Dorian leaned in, his tongue sliding out to taste the warrior's skin. He traced a line from the base of his cock to the tight ring of muscle, the heat of his breath making Azriel shiver. He pressed a kiss against it, feeling the warrior's body tense beneath him.
"Please," Azriel begged, his voice a ragged whisper. "Take me."
Dorian's smirk grew wicked as he positioned himself between the warrior's spread thighs. He reached for the nightstand, his hand emerging with a small bottle of oil that gleamed in the candlelight. He coated his fingers, watching as Azriel's eyes grew dark with need.
The king's touch was featherlight as he began to work the oil into Azriel's skin, his fingers circling his ass, teasing and pressing until the warrior's hips began to buck.
The sound of his moans grew louder, his body begging for more.
Dorian leaned down, his tongue following the path of his fingers. He licked and kissed, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin until Azriel was trembling beneath him. The warrior's breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to hold onto some semblance of control.
But Dorian was relentless, his mouth moving closer and closer to the spot that would shatter Azriel's restraint. The tip of his tongue flicked out, teasing the tight ring before pushing inside.
The warrior's eyes shot open, his back arching off the bed with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle. The shadows around them swirled in a frenzy, their whispers growing louder, more insistent. Wings twitching frantically against the silken sheets.
Dorian's eyes gleamed with victory as he watched Azriel's reactions, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. He pushed his tongue in deeper, curling them to hit that special spot inside him that would have the warrior begging for release.
"Please," Azriel whimpered, his voice barely recognizable. He'd never been touched like this before, never been so thoroughly claimed by another.
Dorian's tongue swirled and stroked, his fingers joining the dance. They slid in alongside his tongue, stretching and preparing.
"Yes," Azriel moaned, his voice a broken plea.
Dorian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt Azriel's body tighten around his fingers. He could feel the warrior's orgasm building, the muscles in his ass clenching and releasing as he grew closer to the edge.
"Come for me," Dorian murmured against his skin.
The words were a command and a prayer, and Azriel obeyed. He let go of the last shred of his control, his body tightening around Dorian's fingers. The king's mouth pulled away with a pop, and Azriel felt the warmth of Dorian's breath on his sensitive skin. His hips bucked upward, seeking more, desperate for the release that hovered just out of reach.
With a swift, powerful motion, Dorian flipped Azriel over onto his stomach, the shadows releasing their hold on his wrists. The warrior's wings spread out above him, casting a wide shadow across the bed. The king's hands were everywhere, smoothing down his back, gripping his hips, spreading his thighs wider apart.
Dorian positioned himself behind Azriel. The warrior's body quivered with anticipation, his breath coming in shallow pants. He could feel the heat of Dorian's cock against his ass.
The king leaned in, his breath a warm whisper against the warrior's ear. "You're mine," he said, his voice filled with possession.
The words sent a shiver down Azriel's spine as he felt the tip of Dorian's cock press against him, slick with oil and precum. He gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the burn that was to come.
With a single, powerful thrust, Dorian filled him completely, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the stillness of the room. Azriel's eyes squeezed shut, and a low, guttural sound tore from his throat as the king's cock stretched him wide.
"That's it," Dorian murmured, his voice as thick as him. "Take me like a good boy."
Azriel's eyes flew open, the king's words sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. He'd never been talked to like this before, and it was a heady feeling, to be dominated so completely by someone he desired so fiercely. He pushed back into Dorian's grip, the fullness of the king's cock making him feel complete.
Dorian began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm that had Azriel's eyes rolling back in his head. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through his body, setting every nerve ending alight. The shadows in the room grew darker, their whispers louder, urging them both onward to the crescendo that waited just out of reach.
One of the king's phantom hand reached around to stroke Azriel's cock in time with his thrusts, the warrior's hips rocking back to meet him. The feeling was overwhelming. He could feel the pressure building, the tension in his balls growing tight.
"You're so fucking tight," Dorian growled, his teeth digging into Azriel's shoulder. "So perfect."
"Fuck me harder," Azriel moaned, his body moving in time with the king's relentless rhythm.
The filthy words spilling from his mouth were. All he could think about was the way Dorian's cock filled him, the way he felt claimed and owned.
Dorian's grip on Azriel's hip tightened, his nails digging into the warrior's skin as he complied with the desperate plea.
"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark purr. "You want me to fuck you until you scream my name?"
"Yes," Azriel hissed, his voice raw and desperate.
He'd never felt so wanton, so utterly consumed by lust. The king's words were a drug, a filthy incantation that had him writhing beneath the other male's touch.
"Fuck," Dorian groaned, his own hips snapping forward, driving into the warrior with a ferocity that left them both gasping.
"You're going to come for me," he growled, his breath hot against Azriel's ear. "You're going to come so hard you'll see the stars you came from."
"Yes! Dorian!" Azriel chanted, the word becoming a mantra as the king's cock hit that spot deep inside him that made him feel like he was flying.
The shadows around them danced, their whispers growing to a crescendo that matched the tempo of their passion.
Dorian's hand moved faster on Azriel's cock, his thumb pressing into the slit at the top, smearing his first orgasm across the sensitive head.
"You're so close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Come for me, my sweet warrior. Give me everything you've got."
Azriel's body tensed, his wings fluttering above him as he fought the urge to come. The king's words were like a whip, urging him on, pushing him closer to the edge.
"I'm...I'm...oh gods," he panted, his voice breaking.
"That's it," Dorian encouraged, his own breath coming in harsh pants. "Tell me how good it feels to have my cock in your tight ass."
"It's so...fucking...good," Azriel gritted out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"That's it," Dorian purred, his voice a sinful caress that sent shivers down Azriel's spine. "Good boy."
The warrior could feel his control slipping, his body responding to the king's filthy words like a finely tuned instrument.
"Dorian," he moaned, the name falling from his lips like a curse and a benediction all at once.
"You want it," Dorian said, his voice low and seductive. "You want to cum around my cock as I fill you up, don't you?"
"Yes," Azriel moaned, the word torn from his chest as Dorian's shadowed hand tightened even more on his cock.
The king's thrusts grew more erratic, his own control slipping as he felt the warrior's body tightening around him.
"Now," he growled, his voice a command that resonated through the very air.
With a roar that seemed to shake the stars themselves, Azriel came, his orgasm a white-hot burst of pleasure that left him trembling and weak. The shadows in the room grew darker, their whispers becoming a roar as Dorian's own climax crashed over him, his cock pulsing deep inside Azriel's ass.
The king's body went rigid, his eyes squeezed shut as he painted the warrior's insides with his seed. The feel of Dorian's release sent another wave of pleasure through Azriel, his body milking every last drop from the king.
They remained like that for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in time with the shadows that danced around them.
Dorian leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Azriel's neck, his breath hot and ragged against the warrior's skin. "You're mine," he whispered, the words a declaration that sent a thrill through Azriel's veins.
The shadows around them grew calmer, their whispers a gentle lullaby that seemed to soothe the warrior's racing heart. Dorian slid out of him, his cock still half-hard, glistening in the candlelight. He pulled Azriel up to his chest, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum.
Their breathing evened out, and the shadows grew still, as if satisfied by the union they had just witnessed. Dorian's hand stroked up and down Azriel's back, his touch gentle and soothing.
"Your's," Azriel murmured, the words a soft echo. He felt something inside him shift, something profound and undeniable. "For you, I would build a bridge between our worlds by hand."
Dorian's smile was warm and gentle, his eyes shining with an emotion that was deeper than lust.
"That wont be nessisary," he replied, his thumb brushing over the warrior's cheekbone.
With a flick of his wrist, the shadows coiled around his hand, and a ring appeared, nestled in the dark tendrils. The metal was gold with a 3 blue stones encircling one another.
"Where ever it is you have to go, promise you'll come back to me."
The room grew quiet, the shadows retreating to their corners as if to give them a moment of privacy. Dorian's heart was pounding in his chest. He hadn't meant to reveal his hand so soon, but the moment had felt right.
"What...what is that?" Azriel's voice was soft, his eyes wide as he stared at the ring.
Dorian's hand paused, his thumb tracing the band of gold. "A reminder of our allyship" he said, his voice a gentle rumble.
"But...how?" Azriel's eyes never left the ring, his mind racing, still hazy.
"I'd tell you," Dorian said with a knowing smile. "But then I'd have to kill you."
The tension in the room grew thicker than the shadows that clung to the corners. Dorian's eyes searched Azriel's, looking for any sign of betrayal, any hint that he might be a threat.
"Fate, perhaps has detoured you," Dorian said, his voice low and seductive. "Or maybe I knew you would come to me."
His eyes never left Azriel's, the intensity in them burning like the heart of a star. "Take it," he said, his voice a gentle command. "It's yours."
"I promise I'll come back." Slowly, Azriel extended his hand.
Dorian slid the ring onto his finger, the metal warm against his skin. The moment it clicked into place, the shadows grew still, the whispers fad into a peaceful hum.
"It fits," Azriel murmured, his eyes locked on the ring.
Dorian chuckled. "Just as I fit you."
@sjmprideweek thankfully the migraine left and gave me a couple days to finally make the last minute edits. I hope you're feeling better š¤
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