#cazris

Cassian is sprawled out on the couch, Eris on his hands and knees between his legs, both stark naked in the comfort of Azriel’s cottage. One of his feet is planted to the floor, giving him the leverage needed to thrust up into Eris’ warm mouth, while the other rests beside Eris’ shoulder. 

They both know better than to let Eris come without Azriel’s presence, so they force themselves to take things slow while patiently—Cassian is doing a way better job than Eris at that—waiting for their lover to return. 

Eris feels the soft brush of shadows against his spit slicked rim and notices Cassian’s smug grin before he hears Azriel’s quiet footsteps. He doesn’t halt his blowjob when Azriel leans over Cassian, bracing himself against the armrest to greet him with a hard but quick kiss. 

Eris’ cock twitches beneath him when Azriel turns his attention to him at last. He whines around Cassian’s cock, pulling back slightly but keeping it in his mouth just enough to suckle the tip. 

“Hello to you too, pretty boy,” Azriel whispers sweetly, crouching beside the couch to level his face with Eris. 

Azriel lifts his hand towards Eris, his thumb moving to his lower lip. The pad of his finger swipes over Eris’ bottom lip, brushing against Cassian’s cock in his mouth with the motion. Cassian thrusts up at the action, making Eris’ eyes flutter from the sheer intensity of having Azriel so close to him while sucking off someone else. 

“Has he been good to you today?” Azriel asks Cassian without breaking eye contact with Eris. 

“Yeah. He’s been good,” Cassian confirms, his tone nonchalant. “Very patient, too. We’ve fooled around a little while waiting for you. He hasn’t come yet.” 

“Mh, I see,” Azriel hums, and Eris squirms at the pride shining through his hazel eyes. “Come here,” he commands, tapping two fingers to his lips as a request for a kiss. 

Eris scrambles to obey, but he remembers—thankfully—to slowly let Cassian’s painfully hard cock slip from his lips. Amber eyes meet Cassian’s briefly, looking for confirmation, then when he gets a subtle nod back from him, Eris’ lips detach from his cock to instead meet Azriel's lips in a kiss full of teeth and tongue. 

Scarred fingers find their grip in Eris’ thick red mane, keeping him close to him as he stands back up, moving Eris to a kneeling position on the couch. The smooth expense of Eris’ throat is stretched taut as he tries to follow the kiss. Azriel moves his other hand to wrap slightly around it, making Eris gasp, taking the opportunity to shove his tongue deeper inside Eris’ mouth. 

When they part, Eris is panting and Azriel semi-hard in his leathers. Cassian shifts on the couch, straightening into a sitting position and letting his hand brush up against Azriel’s thigh. Azriel’s hand stops him before he can reach his crotch. Before Cassian can ask what’s wrong, he answers. “We’re not fucking on the couch. Bed, now.” 

Eris nearly purrs when Azriel picks him up and carries him to their bedroom. His whole naked body is pressed tightly against Azriel’s still painfully clothed on. He lets his body melt into the strong arms carrying him, their bodies falling perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle. His freckled nose finds Azriel’s comforting curve where neck meets shoulder, and he buries his whole face there. 

His fingers flex against the shadow singer’s chest. The lingering smell of sweat is deliciously overcome by the musky and characteristically male scent of Azriel. Eris basks in it, dizzy with desire and longing for the male carrying him. 

He wants Cassian too, obviously. But today, it’s Azriel that was missing and missed from the equation. 

Cassian, walking in front of them, opens the door for the pair. He settles on the bed first, above the neatly made bed, and rests his back against the shit ton of pillows Eris deems essential. 

“Here you go, sweet boy,” Azriel’s low voice announces. 

Gently, as if Eris was a porcelain doll, Azriel untangles Eris from him and lays his head in Cassian’s strong lap. 

Eris hums, turning his head to the side to press warm kisses on Cassian’s hipbone, as the general combs his thick fingers through his fiery locks. Eris feels soft and pliant in their presence, willing to be folded and molded into anything the two males desire.

Cassian keeping him on edge for hours on end has successfully and pathetically turned him into a molten mess.

Cassian’s snort makes Eris’ head move on his leg, and he’s surprised to realise how close he’d gotten to the male’s cock, solely driven by instinct. 

“When were you going to ask?” Cassian grins, tilting his head to the side in question and cocking an eyebrow.  

Eris isn’t quite sure. He feels lost in a daze, dizzy with too many feelings and scents. Azriel’s firm squeeze on his inner thigh is quick to ground him, bringing him back in the moment with them. 

“I’m sorry,” Eris says, licking his lips and forcing his eyes to stay on Cassian’s face, instead of the cock standing proudly just under his nose. 

“Stay focused, Eris,” Azriel commands, his voice stern but not unkind. “Use your words and tell us what you want.”  

Cassian nods in encouragement, eyes still locked with Eris. Eris swallows, looks between the two males and says, “I- I want to be filled.”

“Meaning?” Azriel enquires. “You want to be filled where? With what? By whom? You need to give us a better answer than that, my boy.” 

His boy. 

Eris squirms in Cassian’s lap, pressing his thighs together to soothe the twitching ache the pet name does to his neglected cock. Azriel stares down at him with an unimpressed look, so he forces himself to calm down and come up with a better answer. 

“I want to have Cassian’s cock in my mouth,” Eris tells Azriel, “And I want yours inside my ass.”

Azriel’s eyebrows shot up. “At the same time? The two of us?”

Eris is just about to nod when he remembers to use his words instead. “Yes, please.” 

He waits patiently, his heart rate picking up as the silent conversation going on between Azriel and Cassian stretches. Finally, Cassian shrugs.

“Well, I don’t mind. We could try,” He says, unbothered. “Plus, he’s been really good today, Az. Might as well accept his request.”

“He asked nicely…” Azriel adds.

“He did ask nicely,” Cassian confirms, looking away from Azriel and down at Eris. His thumb pushes past Eris’ lips. He happily lets it slide into his mouth.

Eris can feel Azriel’s attention on him. It burns his skin and fuels his arousal like oxygen feeding a wildfire. He keeps his lips wrapped around Cassian’s finger, letting him move it in and out of his mouth in a lewd display. 

“Alright, that’s enough of it now,” Azriel pulls Cassian’s thumb out of Eris’ mouth and flips him on his stomach. Eris comes face to face with Cassian’s cockhead. “Put your mouth to better use. Suck his cock now. You asked for it.” 

Cassian hums and bends his knees on either side of Eris. He undoes the leather tie holding his hair up in a low bun and lets the wild curls of dark hair fall atop his shoulders. His fingers do a quick job of tying back Eris’ hair with it, making sure his face is free of fiery strands of hair, full on display. 

Eris focuses on Cassian’s cock, barely aware of Azriel handling him from behind and lifting his hips until he’s satisfied with the position. Eris rests his body weight on his elbows, ass up with his cock throbbing and leaking from the tip between his legs as his mouth busies itself, full of Cassian. 

His asshole clench to the familiar sound of the bottle of oil Azriel keeps on their nightstand. Eris looks up at Cassian in silent earnest. Cassian’s response is to push him further down onto his cock. 

Once Azriel has warmed the lubricant between his fingers, he addresses Cassian. 

“Spread his ass cheeks,” He asks, focused and filled with lust.

Cassian has to lean over Eris a little to reach his rear. His hands feel warm against Eris’ skin, and they almost cover all of Eris’ cheeks when he spreads them open for Azriel. 

Eris instinctively presses up against Azriel’s fingers when they press against his rim. Azriel makes quick work of spreading the oil around Eris’ hole. Eris welcomes two fingers in easily, and sighs around Cassian’s cock when they push in and out of him a few times. It’s not nearly enough, and he hollows his cheeks around Cassian to make himself heard. 

Cassian moans softly, making Eris moan back under him. Then, he chuckles. “He’s getting needy again, Azzie.” 

Azriel huffs, both at the nickname and Eris’ insatiable hunger. But he doesn’t say anything, just pushes Cassian back against the headboard and moving his fingers out of Eris as his ass falls back into place. 

The emptiness doesn’t last long. Eris doesn’t even have time to process and whine about it that Azriel’s head is pushing past his rim. Eris’ eyes roll back with a muffled cry as Azriel sinks in easily, right where he belongs. 

Eris needs him; needs them both. He feels so full, so cared for from both males he adores. 

Eris, ever the possessive little thing, never thought possible that one day someone would be sharing his and Azriel’s life. They’d worked so hard for the two of them to work out that he’d block the idea of this—him, Azriel, and Cassian—in a far corner of his mind. 

Until they all fell together one day, without preamble, and chose to stay. 

“Hey,” Eris distantly stares at Cassian, frowning above him. He didn’t realize he’d slip into his thoughts just now. “You’re okay?” 

Cassian's finger was hooked gently under Eris’ chin and he had lifted him off his cock while Eris had been lost in thoughts. Eris licks his swollen lip, whines a little when Azriel halts his delicious movements, but nods. “I’m fine.”

“You’re crying,” Azriel notices, pulling Eris up against his chest to have a better look at his face, but remains inside when he feels Eris’ reluctance to be empty. 

Eris touches his cheeks in disbelief. He hadn’t noticed nor felt the tears slipping from his eyes. He feels a tang of guilt in his chest when he realises how he must’ve worried them both. 

“I’m sorry,” Eris rasps, his throat sore from Cassian’s cock. When worry starts to show on Azriel’s handsome face, he quickly adds. “They’re happy tears.”

Sensing Azriel’s hesitation, Eris rolls his hips back, his cock shifting deep inside his ass. “I like doing this together,” he adds, the end of his sentence breaking into a soft moan. 

Cassian and Azriel understand the unspoken meaning behind Eris’ words. This is a first, the three of them sharing a bed and having sex together. Usually, Eris would have sex with either Cassian or Azriel, and the other would just watch. He has never wanted nor felt the need to complain about it. It was good, but this, all three of them together, finding and giving pleasure to one another, is something else. It’s something Eris wants and lets himself have without shame or regret. And the whole lot of emotions this brings him is what has made him cry. 

“I understand,”—Cassian gets to his knees in front of Eris, his lips tracing the curve of his jaw as his hands explore his chest—“I like this, too,” he confesses, staring deep into Eris’ eyes as he speaks. 

Eris chokes on a sound that is half-moan and half-sob, riding Azriel’s cock faster as he feels the pressure build within, about to explode. 

Azriel softly nudges Eris forward so he’s pressed close to Cassian. Eris wraps his arms around Cassian’s neck, his nose pressed against the side of his neck. He latches his lips onto the skin, kissing and licking greedily. 

Cassian leads Eris to his cock when he senses him blindly reaching for it with a shaky hand. Eris strokes him in tandem with Azriel’s thrusts, and soon, Cassian is as close to the edge as Eris. 

“Come here,” Azriel groans, pulling Cassian’s face to him. His hips start to falter as they meet Eris’ butt with every movement.

Azriel buries his moan deep into Cassian’s mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside of it. Cassian swallows around it. His hand finds Eris’ cock expertedly, stroking it and twisting his fist on the way up in a way he knows will make him fall apart in seconds.

Unsurprisingly, Eris comes with a muffled moan, his teeth sinking deep into Cassian’s shoulder as he rides out his orgasm. 

All it takes for Cassian to spill into the Autumn Lord's warm hand is a few more precise strokes, and for Azriel’s shadows to gently caress his sensitive wings. A shuddering breath falls from Cassian’s parted lips as he falls apart. 

When he comes down, his body sags toward Azriel, trapping Eris between the two winged males. 

Eris, after wiping his hand against the bedding, wraps his arms around Cassian's neck, letting Azriel carefully maneuver the group to lie down. 

In those moments, Cassian always tends to turn into a cuddly beast, letting his body relax into Eris’ warmth. It's different from when Eris has sex with Azriel, where they always part for a few moments after a chaste kiss, so Azriel can rise from the bed and bring back the supplies needed to tend to Eris. 

Despite their differences, Eris notices, their routine match. 

Cassian curls into Eris' side, his head resting onto his shoulder as Eris combs through his curls. Azriel sits up and kisses Eris' lips before moving to do the same but on Cassian's forehead. He rises out of bed, leaving the pair tangled in each other, then comes out of the bathroom cleaned up, bringing warm wet rags as he makes his way back into bed. 

Azriel cleans Eris first. There's nothing sexual in it. His touch is light and attentive as he cleans Eris’ skin. Then, he rubs Cassian's shoulder, shaking him a little until he stirs from his light slumber. 

“Can I wash you?” Azriel asks, his voice soft and quiet as he speaks. 

Cassian smiles subtly, and then he nods, shifting a little so Azriel can have access to the mess of cum on his toned abs. 

Azriel goes through the same process with Cassian under Eris’ attentive gaze. Once he's done, he lays by Eris’ free side, slipping his arm underneath Eris’ pillow, his other hand finding Cassian's, resting on Eris’ stomach. 

Eris closes his eyes and can't help but to smile fondly. He's warm and sated, surrounded by the two males he's allowed himself to be open with, their fingers tangled together on top of his stomach. 

“We could do that again,” Eris offers, trying to sound nonchalant as he says it. “I had fun.” 

“Now?” Cassian mumbles, half-asleep. “Don't count on me, I feel like you both sucked my soul out of my body.” 

Azriel chuckles, the sound warm and low against Eris’ temple. “I don't think he meant now, sweetheart,” Eris feels the way Cassian nuzzles deeper into his chest at the term of endearment, he can almost feel the way his cheeks are probably heating up. 

“But yes,” Azriel adds, more seriously, “We could. I enjoyed myself, too.” 

“Alright, then,” Cassian yawns, stretching his legs under the sheets and pulling them up until they sit just under his nose. “Just gonna close my eyes a little now.”

Eris chuckles, knowing damn well that Cassian will probably be sleeping like the dead until probably tomorrow morning. Which is a good thing Azriel took the time to clean them up… 

His eyes find Azriel's, hazel meeting amber. He smiles lovingly at the male and cups his cheeks, bringing him closer to share a kiss. 

“I love you,” Eris whispers against the male's lips, low enough as to not disturb Cassian's rest. 

“I love you, too,” Azriel whispers back with a soft but tired smile on his face. “More than you can imagine.” 

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Eris awoke in the bed that had somehow become more familiar than his own. The midnight blue silk sheets were too spacious as he settled deeper into the mattress to avoid the audaciously bright rays coming through the large windows in Azriel’s room. He grabbed more of the plush, gray comforter, cocooned himself and buried his head in between the pillows. He groaned, loudly, “Can you close those fucking curtians and come back to bed? I require services.”

Despite being muffled, even to his own ears he sounded obnoxious, but it was far too early and he woke up achingly wanting. Eris rose in similar fashion every morning he spent after a night cozied up next to Azriel. Strong arms typically held him close, comforting snoring noises (that were louder than the snorer would like to admit) sounded around him, and a large cock poked his lower back (belonging to the snorer). But none of that was present this morning. All he heard were small wooshes of shadows and the faint thumping of heavy Illyrian boots.

He heard that delicious, gravelly chuckle, “I’m sorry, I have to fetch Emerie and then I promised I’d help Cass with their lessons today,” Azriel said as if Eris should find it excusable.

He groaned, “When will you be back? I may consider waiting.”

“For your services, baby?” His tone was palpably facetious but this was no joking matter.

Eris excavated his scowling face from the pillows and leveled a threatening glare at the completely outfitted spymaster, his viscous aura only slightly dampened by a deep yawn. The blanket slipped down as he reclined on his elbows, displaying his opalescent, freckled chest.

“Yes, Azriel. I’m due attention. Now go close the blinds and hurry up with your do-goodery. Perhaps bring me a coffee and I’ll forgive you for the delay,” Eris drawled. His expression was the epitome of unimpressed.

Az just snorted and sauntered over to the bed. His large wings were folded, and shadows quieted his footsteps, providing an ethereal grace that always snatched the air from Eris’s lungs if he focused too long. Some of those dark helpers deviated from their swarm to reassert themselves as Eris’s preferred creature of Night and dimmed the room to darkness.

“Anything else, Princess?” Once he reached the bed, Azriel planted a small smooch on Eris’s forehead. Little intimate acts like that were once flinch-worthy, but after decades of manageably frequent trysts, both Eris and Azriel were comfortable, if not eager, to offer and receive more casual closeness. For a long time they would just switch off roughly fucking each other at the soonest convenience, no matter the occasion; Azriel had taken Eris at Keir’s divorce party, not a smidgen as harshly as Eris quickly had Azriel in the rubble of Adriata’s capital building after Cass had his terroristic conniption. They worked up from no kissing, or even facing each other during sex, to forehead pecks during morning-afters.

Eris stared up into expectant hazel eyes and couldn’t help but savor the way Azriel was looking at him. They treated each other as they hadn't been treated. Eris caught himself just before smiling at his thoughts and resumed his princely bravado.

“Two spoons of sugar for the coffee.” He let himself smirk at the toothy grin on Azriel’s perfectly chiselled face.

“Whatever you want, baby.” A finger gently lifted his chin into a sweet kiss that was over far too quickly.

Eris mumbled against soft lips, “Then I shall see you soon, my Star.”

He lay back down, Azriel pulled the blanket back up to his shoulders and caressed his cheekbone with a scarred thumb before turning to leave and ‘tend to his duties.’

Eris watched his bat’s retreating form and gazed yearningly at the door Azriel closed behind him. His eyes fluttered shut and he descended back into-

The door clicked back open, and shuffling leather forced Eris’s eyes open–Azriel snuck back into the room, grabbed one of his daggers, and rushed back out, aggravatingly leaving the door open a sliver and allowing some brightness in.

Eris grumbled and rolled over to face the other wall, closing his eyes tightly in frustration. His limbs grew heavy as he fell into sleep’s waiting arms.

I hope you enjoyed!! This was super fun to write, idk if it’s obvious but I’m still very new to this and still practicing dynamics so I hope I did cazris justice 🫡💗

Thank you endlessly and lovingly @the-darkestminds for beta reading this and being so quick!! Love you lots mami! And @nus4y, seriously you’re fapping in my doc makes my day, thank you king 💗