Just a naughty little Azriel fantasy drabble
Warnings: 18+ as always for smut, birchin fun
Imagine that it’s winter and you and Az escape to the cabin for a weekend getaway, you’re fully seated on him in the birchin with your legs thrown over his spread knees, leaving you open and vulnerable to the steaming room. The combination of his sweat and your wetness glistens on the inside of his golden thighs, the rise and fall of his bare muscled chest presses against your naked back as you relax into him, one scarred hand massages your peaked nipple while the other rubs your clit with teasing pressure, his low voice alternates between whispering delicious filth and the most romantic words of adoration you’ve ever heard into your ear while his shadows hum contentedly, swirling lazily around the two of you.
You throw your head back onto his shoulder and he brings the hand on your breast up to clasp your neck with a light squeeze of pressure on the sides, just enough to restrict blood flow a bit, resulting in an intoxicating buzz. He adjusts the angle of your jaw so that he can bring his head down to kiss you, HARD, tongue completely dominating yours while the fingers of his other hand keeps its rhythm with those teasing circles right where you need him most.
