#cassriel

“Shit, Az,” he muttered under his breath as he gathered the picture. Thankfully the glass frame wasn't broken. “You scared the living crap out of me.”

The wolf, of course, didn't respond. He couldn't, not until the sun was out and the effects of the full moon wore off enough for Azriel to transform back to his human form. Cassian walked inside the room, turned on the lights and inspected his friend. 

“Your crotch is bleeding,” he noted. In truth, the blood was most likely not Azriel's but some deer's or other unfortunate animal's.

Well… at least he hoped it was from an animal. 

Azriel huffed in annoyance. 

The blood was also not exclusively on his crotch, but smeared instead all over the beast's fur. Killing, Cassian knew, was one of the essential instincts of the wolf side of any werewolf. Thankfully, Azriel's wolf seemed to recognize him as a pack member. That meant that Cassian was safe from getting mauled by his best friend. But it did also mean his living room was to be covered in deer blood once per month. 

“Come,” he sighed. “Let's get you cleaned up. Can't have you smearing blood all over your room too.”

Cassian made his way to the bathroom, the wolf — his head reaching his shoulders — walking behind him. 

He removed his shirt and pajama pants, leaving him in only his black boxers, and gestured for Azriel to hop into the shower. 

Even as a wolf his friend was eerily silent. Cassian had once asked him if he liked to howl with the other, normal, wolves that lived in the massive forest surrounding their home when he went out on the nights he was a beast. Azriel had just given him an exasperated look over his breakfast cereal and hadn't answered. Cassian had taken it as a yes.

When Azriel, now sitting under the running shower head, was thoroughly soaked and the water around him had turned pink, Cassian knelt next to him and took to applying a coat of soap to his fur. His fur was the darkest shade of black Cassian had ever seen on any animal's pelt and as smooth as silk, running like smoke over his fingers. 

He took to brushing Azriel's fur with his fingers even long after the soap had been washed off too, and the wolf was technically clean. It was somehow soothing to both Azriel and him. He didn't even mind the warm water splashing him. He was now as soaked as his friend, the fabric of his boxers clinging to his skin. 

This, it seemed, had caught Azriel's attention. 

Cassian blinked in surprise as he felt something wet but solid brush against his boxers. He had started leaning over Azriel, on his knees to reach the wolf's back, instead of getting up and going around him. But he hadn't thought about how his crotch was now right in front of Azriel's face. 

“Hey, sorry Az,” he said, embarrassed, and made to move back and get his dick off his friend's nose. But Azriel only leaned closer after him with keen interest before darting his tongue out and liking his boxers.

“Az?” Asked Cassian in surprise. His friend put one massive paw on the middle of his chest and slowly forced him on his back on the shower floor.

Azriel ran his snout over Cassian's boxers, then glanced up at him. The question was easy enough to understand without words. 

Cassian admitted to having done some strange things in his life, most of which were either for the hell of it or to satisfy his own curiosity. Fuck around and find out, had been his personal motto throughout his college years. This is how he had ended up living with his werewolf best friend in an old ass house in the middle of the woods anyway. 

This, and his need for Azriel to live as happily and comfortably as possible despite his condition. 

Once he would refuse to pick between Azriel and Rhys. But since Rhys had moved out to live in the city with Feyre, it had left Cassian time to think. Time to come to terms with the fact that his life had revolved around Azriel ever since he had met him. He was as essential to Azriel as Azriel was to him. Even he knew the other man could only ever see him as a friend. 

But maybe tonight could prove that notion wrong.

And frankly, letting his best friend fuck him in the shower as a wolf did fall under the ‘fuck around and find out’ mentality of his younger years.

So all Cassian did was nod, still not able to process what was going on as Azriel caught at the fabric of his wet boxers and pulled them down, coming face to face with his prize. 

Cassian's cock had started to harden the moment Azriel ran his nose over it. Not that it mattered, the wolf seemed determined to bring him to full attention as he ran his wide, pink tongue over the length again and again, lathering him up with his saliva as Cassian moaned softly, one had fisting the fur at the head of the beast. 

“Azriel,” he breathed out. Azriel took to alternating between licking his entire length and swirling his tongue over Cassian's tip. It was one of those swirls that ultimately had him come undone over his own belly. 

Azriel left out a soft, satisfied noise at the sight of his handiwork and took to cleaning the cum off Cassian's abs and now soft cock with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down Cassian's spine.

After a while, Azriel removed himself from him. Cassian propped himself up on his elbows and took in the sight of Azriel in front of him. His fur was drying, but still mostly wet. What drew Cassian's attention however, was the thick angry-red member between his hind legs. 

“Do you, uh, need help with that?” He asked, gesturing at the wolf's erection. Honestly he had no idea how to go about helping him. He could jerk him off or even try sucking him he supposed. Azriel's wolf dick was bigger than any man's Cassian had ever seen, and knotted on top of it, but he could try.

Azriel seemed to have other preferences however, as he pressed on Cassian's shoulder, trying to shove him down on his hands and knees. 

Cassian paused in surprise. Could he take Azriel inside him? That daring part of his brain was saying yes, and his cock was already twitching in answer. 

“Alright,” he said and got up. Azriel let out a disappointed nose.

“I'm not letting you fuck me without lube.” Letting Azriel him fuck his ass as a wolf was alright, but the lack of lube was where even he had to draw the line. 

Cassian reached the cupboard under the bathroom sink and pulled out a bottle of lube he had saved for the occasions his ex-girlfriend and him had felt like letting her peg him. They had broken up a while ago, but he had guessed it would come in handy someday. 

He felt a bit self conscious as he propped his leg up the closed toilet seat and leaned back against the wall. Azriel's eyes burned on his skin and the wolf intently watched him leather up his fingers with the lube. 

“Like what you see?” Joked Cassian, just to make himself feel less nervous. 

Azriel licked his snout and walked up to him. Cassian watched him and he sat right in front of him, slowly running his tongue over his half hard cock again. It was good that Cassian had known Azriel for so many years because he could understand what he was suggesting. 

Az wanted to lick him while Cassian fingered himself. 

Cassian closed his eyes and left out a soft noise between a moan and a grunt as he worked a finger inside his hole, all the while Azriel's tongue worked marvels over his skin. 

Another finger was soon to follow, and before he knew it he was already close. He shoved Azriel aside and stumbled to position himself on his hands and knees right there on the cold tiles of the shower floor. 

It didn't take any prompting for Azriel to position himself over him. The wet fur stuck to Cassian's back and he felt that familiar tongue lick the sweat and water of the nape of his neck as Azriel started to push in. 

He went in slowly, gently even. Yet it was still the biggest thing Cassian had ever had inside him. His mouth opened in a silent gasp. It burned, but not in an entirely bad way. Azriel kept going in that slow rhythm until Cassian felt his big, hairy balls pressing against his ass. Then Azriel started to pull out, causing a sound close to a whine to leave Cassian's throat. 

He knew what came next, had done it himself and had it done to him before more times that he cared to count, and yet he couldn't brace himself enough for Azriel's first thrust inside him. It knocked the air out of his lungs, as Azriel hit that spot inside him that had his brain filing with pleasure. 

Azriel felt endless above him and Cassian was too lost in that mixture of pain and ecstasy to register anything but the wolf's body dragging against his, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

He couldn't control the moans and grunts leaving his lips. Azriel let out a soft noise like a satisfied purr at his reactions, pressing more of his weight on him and starting to fuck him harder, faster. 

His thrusts were almost forceful and Cassian registered the cause as he felt his hole stretching even wider than before. He bit down on his hand to silence his scream as Azriel forced his knot into him and came violently all over the tiles. 

Azriel was now all but lodged inside him and Cassian both heard and felt the loud growl reverberate through his back as the wolf came, filling him up with his seed.

They stayed like that for a while, Cassian splayed on the floor with Azriel above him, until finally Azriel's knot went down, allowing him to remove himself from him. 

Cassian cleaned himself almost mechanically. His entire body ached from the fucking and Azriel had to support him as he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. He half expected Azriel to turn around and go to his own room, but the wolf instead crawled into his bed and curled his body around Cassian's, fur now only slightly damp and evidently as tired as he was.