‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’ au for Cazigan 😜 If you want to, make it a follow up to any of your previous Cazigan fics (I'm not picky).
YES BAE CAZIGAN IT’S DONE I was so hoping someone would ask for Cazigan. Of course I could count on you, Kate. <3 Consider this an extension of this Valentine’s Day AU from February. Not fully explicit, but definitely Mature.
When light crashes through the window that morning, Cassian moves to brush the sleep away from his eyes only to halt at the realization of warmth on either side of him that moving around caused him to notice.
His mind whirs for a brief minute trying to remember why his bed has never felt like this before, why he smells distinctly male and female scents not suited to his own bedroom, and why there appears to be what feels like a splash of long hair over his chest and a shorter crop over his toned stomach.
Cassian’s eyes snap open. And it’s not the ceiling of his bedroom that meets him.
What he does find is his very naked self settled nicely between the also very naked selves of Apartments #301 and #303.
It all comes back then. Valentine’s Day. Watching the two neighbors he’d been secretly pining for the past few weeks flirt with each other and then shamelessly invite him over for a party of three with a makeshift Valentine. A night of very entertaining revelry that followed Cassian won’t soon forget.
And now here they all are - Mor’s mile-long legs wrapped snugly around Cassian’s own strong thighs, and Azriel’s arm strewn comfortably across his hips as if it had always been there. Cassian’s lips part with a half-amused, half-shocked smile.
Screw you, he thinks smugly towards the boyfriend who’d dumped not even 24 hours prior. This beats that sorry piece of ass any day.
Mor shifts cozy as a cat and suddenly, Cass goes still, his heart thudding away in his chest. How does this... work exactly? What if they’ll want him to leave? What if this was just a one time thing? He doesn’t think he’d be able to stomach the disappointment if that was all this turned out to be. A pity fuck.
Not that they’d known he was on the outs when they’d run into each other in the hallway. Surely they were genuine in their invitation. It definitely had felt genuine when Azriel had pushed him roughly onto the bed and into Mor’s waiting arms, their kisses searing heat all over.
“Up,” a soft, feminine voice purrs at his ear and Cassian nearly jumps, he hadn’t been paying attention in his musings. But Mor is certainly at his ear and sounding much less awake than she typically does and she’s... she’s...
He shifts, making to lean forward and separate himself from the tangle of limbs they’ve become between the sheets, when Mor’s hand stops him and she whispers groggily again at his ear. “I like devil’s food.”
Cassian doesn’t have time to parse out exactly what that means because the sensation of Mor nipping at his earlobe and flicking her tongue over the tip has him recalling precisely the same maneuver from last night on certain other parts of him and he’s not sure anymore if he’s awake or dreaming.
Mor finishes grazing her teeth gently over his ear and settles back down curling into the pillow with a satisfied little smile. “And he likes sprinkles.”
“Glazed,” Azriel suddenly grunts. He hasn’t moved despite Cassian and Mor shuffling about.
“You can get the glazed,” Mor replies sweetly hiding a snicker, “but he’s still gonna eat the sprinkles.”
Wait. Are they really talking about... donuts??
Azriel finally rolls off Cassian’s stomach with a groan, his arm stretching out to one side so that Cass has a magnificent view of his lover’s toned chest, the muscles of which constrict and flex wonderfully in the morning light as Az wakes up. He then steps out of the bed, his bare ass a work of art strutting toward the bathroom.
It’s a long moment of staring even after the door has closed before Cass hears Mor’s giggle and he looks over at her. “I know,” she teases. “He’s hot.”
Yes, Cass thinks, noticing that the sheets have fallen to one side and exposed Mor’s generous chest that he’d spent some good time with a few hours prior. And so are you.
Somehow, he and Az both end up at the front door at the same time, both fully dressed, though Az has kept it simpler than Cassian’s full ensemble. He’s in nothing more a simple loose pair of soft pants and a simple black tee while Cassian only has the dark wash jeans and button up from the night before. He had wanted to look nice before getting dumped, he supposed.
The two step into the hallway and the full realization of what just happened between the three of them - between the two of them even - starts to hit. The door closes and Cassian finds him and Az just staring at each other.
Azriel doesn’t seem too put out by it. On the contrary, he merely flicks his brow up and simply says, “Don’t forget the coffee,” before walking up to his own apartment next door. “Mor’s a bear without it.”
“Aren’t you...” Azriel pauses with his key in the lock. Cass clears his throat confused. “Aren’t you staying?”
“No, I have my own errands to run.”
“Oh. Alright then.” He takes one step toward the elevator and pauses, curiosity getting the better of him. If he has to go out for donuts and coffee, while Az can simply wander next door, then what exactly... “Sorry, errands?”
Az snorts and pushes open the door to his flat, reaching in to flip the light on. “Condoms of course.”
Cassian makes sure to get the devil’s food for Mor and plenty of sprinkles for Az and three of the world’s largest coffees.
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