#nessriel

When she first became Fae, she had wondered if what she heard about wingspans was true, fantasizing relentlessly about her mate’s chosen brother and what his cock would feel like buried inside her. 

Fortunately, that dream became a reality many decades ago. Now, she admired the two male bodies, naked and lounging in her bed, all sleek hills and valleys of defined muscle and impressive cocks. While she certainly couldn’t pick a favorite, she could indeed say that the wingspan rumors were true. 

But today was the day to bring another one of Nesta’s long held fantasies to life. 

“Nuan’s package arrived today,” she said as she sauntered over to the nightstand drawer, pulling it open. 

Azriel perked up first, shifting up to sitting against the headboard. Cassian, laying on his back with his head resting on Az’s thigh, merely lifted his head in her direction. 

Nesta pulled out the discreetly wrapped arrival, a simple black ribbon tied over its nondescript box. Laying it on the bed gently, she rubbed her fingers over the matte finish and toyed with the ribbon. Cassian now sat up, leaning closer in anticipation.

“Well, Nes. Let’s see it.” His voice sounded a bit unsure, maybe anxious. It had been agreed amongst them that Cassian would be the first to help make Nesta’s dream come true. 

Slowly, Nesta opened the lid of the box to reveal the contents. The Illyrians leaned in, peering into the depths of the box at the many wonders that lay inside. 

“How does it work?” Az questioned, brow furrowed as he analyzed the items. 

Lifting the beautifully intricate leatherwork harness out of the box, Nesta admired its craftsmanship. Etched with gorgeous designs over every strap, glittering golden fastenings and every thought of comfort.

“I wear this,” she started as she bent to slip her legs into the harness and then pulled it up over her panties. “And then I can attach the other pieces here,” she pointed to the metal ring fastened to the front, set right above her clothed sex. 

Cassian reached into the box and rifled through the remaining loot. 

“Gods, Nes. How many pieces did you get?” He held up a particularly odd shaped attachment, seven orbs stacked together smallest to largest made of a flexible rubber material. “This looks like a damned Pegasus horn!”

“We can work our way up to that one,” she said as she placed the piece back in the box. “Besides,” she smirked. “Who said they were all for you?”

Az snickered and Cassian turned to shoot him a glaring look. 

“I was thinking we start with something a little more familiar.” Nesta reached into the box and pulled out another attachment. This one resembling the same appendages hanging between her lovers’ legs, with a few minor changes. 

“Wow,” Az breathed. “It's…”

“It’s huge!” Cassian said loudly. 

“It’s beautiful,” Nesta smiled genuinely. She ran her finger along the bottom of the shaft, right where a few additions had been made. “These bumps here are supposed to stimulate you from inside. Kind of like when Az does that finger thing you like so much.” Cassian seemed to consider this, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. 

“And it's not really that much bigger than Az is,” she held it out at arms length appreciatively. “But I did make sure to add some girth.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose as he too examined the faux cock held before him. His gazed flicked down to the flesh between his own legs before coming back up. “I’ll say.”

Nesta laughed. “I wanted my own. Something neither one of you could give the rest of us. That way we are each unique in our own ways.” She settled the cock back into the box right as Cassian released a heaving sigh. 

“Alright Nes,” he started as he scooted to the edge of the bed. “If it makes you happy, I’m all for it.” He pulled her between his legs by the straps of the harness, hands roaming to caress her waist. 

“I think I won’t be the only one who’s happy by the end of it,” she smiled. Cassian huffed a breath of amusement against her skin as his lips kissed over her stomach. 

“Let’s start slow.” His thumbs hooked under the lower straps and began tugging. “Warm me up to it a little bit maybe.” 

The harness lowered down her legs and she followed his lead, sliding her panties down right behind it. “I think we can manage that, can’t we Az?”

Kneeling atop the bed, Azriel made his way behind Cassian, sweeping his hair from the back of his neck with one hand and lowering his mouth to Cas’ skin. “Mhmm,” he hummed against his skin, tongue darting out in tiny licks. 

Cassian leaned his head to one side, exposing the expanse of his neck further. Nesta reached up with one hand and threaded her fingers through the mussed strands, combing gently to the ends. She pressed her body further into the v of her mate’s legs, arching her back just so. Cassian’s large hands found the globes of her ass easily, squeezing gently. 

“Hmm, I’m feeling a little warmer already,” Cassian smiled as he dragged his nose over Nesta’s ribs. She giggled and then sighed heavily as he found his way to her tightly perked nipple and drew it into his mouth. 

She met Azriel’s gaze over the shoulder of her mate, his eyes gleaming at her with adoration. “He’ll be melting like butter in no time,” he chuckled. Sandwiching Cassian between them, he leaned forward to capture Nesta’s lips in a kiss. 

They made their way onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, caressing and kissing. Cassian settled himself sitting up, wings spread against the headboard, legs splayed wide. Azriel took his cue. They had been at this so long by now that they could read each other's intentions through body alone. He tucked his wings in tight and flattened himself on his back between Cassian’s legs. 

“Ladies first,” Az smirked, licking his lips. Nesta took her place, straddling his face, careful not to land a knee to the tips of his wings. The warm, wet of his mouth met her center immediately, tongue parting her open and licking long, flat stripes through her. Nesta gasped with a shiver. His nose bumped against her clit with each pass of his tongue and she began rocking gently in time with his movements. 

“Let me hear you, Nes.” Cassian palmed his cock slowly in front of her, deft fingers wrapped around his turgid length. She moaned, softly at first, then louder as Az delved into her entrance and swirled his tongue. 

“That sound will never get old,” he sighed, leaning his head back into the headboard as he fisted himself harder. Nesta moaned again, reaching up and palming her breasts as she arched from the pleasure. 

Cassian leaned forward, cock in one hand and taking Nesta’s breast in the other. With a flick of his tongue, he lapped at her nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. 

She wailed, grabbing onto his forearm for stability as Az wrapped his arms over her thighs and pulled her weight harder onto his face. 

Cas released her breast with a pop. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” he crooned at her. She locked her gaze onto her mate and whined at the slippery mess she felt beneath her. Suddenly she leaned forward, Az gripping her thighs to make sure he didn’t lose his place as she wrestled Cassian’s hand from his cock and replaced it with her mouth. 

“Oh, fuck.” It wasn’t the sweet kitten licks that she normally teased him with. Nesta pushed him to the back of her throat right off the bat, working her way back up with a hard pull of her mouth before sinking back down again. “Fuck, Nes. Just like that.”

Nesta moaned around him as Azriel targeted her clit with furious circles and the tip of his tongue. If her legs hadn’t been held in the vice of Azriel’s arms they would have been shaking. She grasped the base of Cassian’s shaft as she continued bobbing on his cock. 

Cas panted hard, the suction of her threatening to drain him dry. His hand found its way to the back of her head, resting there as he twined his fingers through her hair and down to her scalp. He groaned as she pulled at the head of his cock, focusing her tongue on that sweet spot on the underside. “Nes. Nesta, honey. Oh, fuck,” he grunted. “Get ready.”

She felt the pulsing in her hand before the salty burst of cum hit her tongue. She swallowed it down greedily, massaging her tongue along the underside of his cock. Cassian jolted from the overstimulation and pulled her from him with a pop. 

With her mouth free, Nesta moaned loudly, Az alternating between sucking hungrily at her clit and flicking it against the tip of his tongue. Cassian’s hand cradled her chin, bringing her eyes to his. “Look at me, baby,” he whispered softly to her. “I want to see your face as you cum all over his.”

Her nails dug into the flesh of Cassian’s thighs as she felt the tension building. Tighter and tighter it coiled until finally she snapped, hips attempting to buck against Az’s face, she wailed. Cassian still held her face steady, staring into the depths of her eyes with a feral gleam. 

The moment her legs were released, Nesta flopped onto her side on the mattress, heart pounding and chest heaving. “I thought you were the one that needed warming up,” she sighed. 

“Oh, I’m warm alright. Melting as we speak,” he laughed, gesturing towards his now flaccid cock. “But I think Az might be in danger of catching a chill.” 

Nesta slid her gaze down to where Az still laid supine, scarred fingers drifting lazily over his still raging erection. “Come here Az,” she said as she grabbed at his arm closest to her. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Azriel shifted up the bed, stretching his body down behind her and snaking his arm over her waist. She grabbed at his hand, bringing it up to cup around her breast. “Warmer?,” she inquired with a smile in her voice.

“Getting there.” Az rocked his hips against her round ass and she threw her leg back over his hip. 

Cassian slipped from the bed unannounced, heading toward the washroom. Az carried on, sliding his cock easily through her center, parting her open and nudging against her still sensitive clit. Nesta hummed in her throat as she pushed her ass further into him. 

By the time Cassian made his way back into the bedroom, Azriel was buried deep into her glistening core. His brother’s hand kneaded roughly at his mate’s breast and his mouth nipped at her neck leaving a trail of purpling marks in his wake.

He approached the bed, admiring the sight of each thrust that split her wide on Azriel’s cock. Nesta whimpered and Azriel groaned, lost in the act of their pleasure. Cassian felt his cock stirring again as he climbed onto the bed and leaned closer to the action. 

“So beautiful,” he said in wonder. He pressed his fingertips to where they were joined, feeling the glide of Az as he pummeled into her. His other thumb found Nesta’s clit and danced over it in perfect rhythm causing her to scream out. 

“Go on and fill her up, Az,” he said as he now cupped Azriel’s balls. “Make a mess of her.” 

Az grunted as he pushed in harder. Cas picked up the pace of his stimulation against her. Nesta cried out, leg shaking atop Azriel’s hip. Az buried his moan into Nesta’s neck as he came and she followed right behind him, trembling all over as sweat broke out over her skin. He continued rocking into her despite the overstimulation, carrying her through her orgasm until he felt the pulsing of her walls abate. 

Nesta laid there gasping for air as Az’s cock softened inside her. “I expect you to be on your knees and ready when I return.” She glared at Cassian good naturedly and he laughed loudly. 

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted jovially. 

She slipped over the edge of the mattress, planting her feet on the floor. Walking on still trembling legs to the bathroom as Azriel’s mess ran down her thighs.

When she returned she found that Cassian followed her order like the good soldier he was. Face down, ass up, his exposed hole glistening with oil and Azriel’s fingers buried in it. She made her way to the nightstand once more, retrieving the box and donning the harness. With a few simple adjustments, her attachment was secured and she climbed up on the bed again. 

“Where would you like me?” Az questioned as he pulled his digits from Cassian. 

“You can be in front,” she gestured toward the head of the bed. “For moral support. Or in case gets sassy and needs something to do with his mouth.” Cassian laughed, peering over his shoulder back at her. “Me? Never.”

Nesta ignored the comment and proceeded to douse more oil over the surface of her cock. “I’ll start slow,” she said as she pressed the tip of it to his tight ring. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.”

She eased the blunt tip past the barrier of him. Cassian moaned, low and long until the first couple inches had sunk inside him. With a hiss, he clenched and Nesta stopped, holding her place and remaining still. 

“It’s fine,” he reassured her shakily. “It’s just–bigger than I anticipated.” He allowed the burning sting of the stretch to settle before signalling to Nesta to continue. She eased forward again, Cassian’s cock twitching under him with every stimulating bump that slid inside. It wasn’t a wholly new experience to him, he had taken Az’s cock many times, but as Nesta had pointed out, this cock was unique. As Nesta reached the base of the shaft she paused again. Cas moaned, clenching around the wide girth of it and feeling the heavy weight shift inside him. 

“You did it,” Az whispered close to his ear encouragingly, his hands massaging at Cas’s scalp through his hair. 

“Gods, Nes. It’s–fantastic.” He pushed his ass back into her. “Don’t stop.”

Nesta pulled back slowly before pushing in again. She started a gentle rocking rhythm just long enough to get Cassian moaning with every thrust before pacing faster. 

“Ah–fuck. Yes, that’s it,” he grunted as his hands scrabbled for Azriels’ hips kneeling in front him, pulling him closer for support. He bit down along his thigh as Nesta slammed into him particularly hard.

Nesta was fascinated by the sight of the cock sinking in and gliding out, the wide stretch of Cassian’s hole rippling over its surface. 

“Erotic, isn’t it?” Az rumbled as she tore her gaze away from Cassian. She smiled a feline smile at him, thrusting into Cas with vigor. 

A ragged cry rang from Cassian’s throat with the new rhythm. He buried his face into Az’s thighs, Azriel’s cock bobbing against his cheek. Turning his head, he licked along the shaft, humming his moans into the underside as he made his way to the tip. Az grasped his face gingerly, thumbs stroking along Cas’s temples before gasping at the hot contact of his mouth. 

They carried on, Nesta fucking and Cassian sucking, Az moaning with his head thrown back until Cassian released him on a harsh thrust. Saliva stringing between Az’s cock and his mouth, he cried out harshly, voice breaking. 

“I’m so close, Nes.” His hips began rocking of their own accord, desperate for the friction of the bed below him against his cock. “Ah–fuck. Yes. Yes.” Nesta punctuated each word with her movements. 

His nails scratched long red stripes down the sides of Az’s thighs as he wailed out. “Nes. Gods. Uh-I’m going–.” And then he screamed as he came. Long white spurts of his cum splattered the bedspread below him, seemingly neverending as he trembled and shook. Az caressed his shoulders and neck soothingly until finally Nes pulled away and Cassian collapsed belly first into his own mess. 

“Just like I said,” Az chuckled as he cradled Cassian’s head in his lap. “Like butter.”

Cassian huffed out a tired sound of amusement as Nesta laid next to him face to face, stroking her fingers down his cheek. 

“Are you alright?,” she asked softly.

Cas smiled tiredly. “Perfect.” Leaning over, he kissed her tenderly. “Maybe we should make a few more of your dreams come true.”

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Azriel’s stretched out on the couch when they get back from dinner.

The television illuminates the room. He has on an episode of Love is Blind, which he only watches when he’s either stressed or upset.

Based on the pressure Rhys has been putting on him at work lately, it’s not hard to guess which one it is. He’s been coming home late and leaving early for weeks. Cassian isn’t sure when the man sleeps.

“Rough day?” Cassian asks. 

“Something like that.” 

Azriel’s about as easy to open up as a safe without a code. When he’s silent and broody like this, he’ll never ask for it, but Cassian sees the faint glimmer of appreciation when he stays. Keeps him company, even if they don’t speak.

“Want a drink?” Cassian calls from the kitchen, while Nesta trails over and leans her hip on the couch.

He’s grateful that she and Azriel get along so well. Sometimes Azriel retreats like a cat with people in his home. He seems to like Nesta, though. There’s an ease between the two of them that neither of them seem to find with other people.

“There’s some beer in the fridge,” Azriel says.

Cassian pulls one of the PBRs out for Azriel with a grimace, snagging one for himself as well. Past Cassian was smart and put a bottle of Nesta’s favorite wine in the fridge, so it’s perfectly chilled when he pours her glass.

“You spending the night?” Azriel asks Nesta. 

Cassian says, “If that’s alright.” He brings the drinks over, and hands one off to Azriel.

“Unlike you, she’s nice to have around. Of course it’s fine,” Azriel says. He sips from the top of the can, giving an appreciative grunt, and shifts his muscles to sit upright. “I’ll make some room for you.” 

“No need.” There’s plenty of room in the armchair to the side, and they’ve shared a seat plenty of times before. Cassian sits and beckons Nesta over with his hand. She settles into his lap easily, and he rests his hand atop the denim on her thigh. 

And while he wants nothing more than to drag Nesta into his room and have his way with her, he can’t leave Azriel alone to sulk all night.

Knowing that Azriel would do the same for him keeps him tethered to the chair.

Azriel’s already sat up, and he shrugs. “Suit yourselves.”

Cassian makes a genuine effort to watch the show. There’s some Chad in one of the booths acting like he’s the greatest gift to women everywhere, while the girl he’s talking to seems like she wants to flee.

He wishes he could pay attention, but the woman in front of him is so tempting. The honeysuckle and vanilla from her perfume fills his nose, and he wants to tuck her in close and touch her. He wants to be what’s on her lips instead of that wine glass. 

Ever since he picked her up tonight, and saw her jeans hugging the generous curve of her hips, he’s been imagining sliding them down her legs, and feasting on her until her legs tremble in just the way he likes.

He’s not particularly inclined to win “worst roommate in the world” tonight though, so Cassian shifts beneath her, trying to hide the erection growing in his pants.

He won’t subject Azriel to that.

“How’s your wine?” he asks, after a sip of his own drink. Anything to get his mind off of her, and her hair falling in a cascade over her shoulders. It brushes against the back of his hand, soft as silk.

“Better than that shit beer.”

He waves it off. “It’s Azriel’s.”

“You certainly have no problem drinking it,” Azriel says.

Cassian says into her hair, “Worst part about being roommates with him? He only keeps the fridge stocked with this.”

“Oh really?” She turns to Azriel. “You’ve never…experimented?”

“Why experiment, when I know damn well what I like?”

“He’s been drinking that stuff for years, sweetheart,” he says. “You’ll never train him out of it. I certainly couldn’t.”

Nesta’s face lifts at the newfound challenge. “Maybe you didn’t have the right touch,” she counters, sliding off of his lap and taking her wine with her.

Curious to see what she has planned, Cassian shifts to rest against the back of the chair. He’s not jealous when Nesta sits on the armrest, not in the way he’d be with anyone else. After all, he’s known him for years, and lived with him for two. And at the beginning of those two years, they’d…

Well.

Cassian is well aware of his friend’s capabilities.

So he doesn’t worry when she feeds him the wine from her glass, lightly brushing the hair out of his face. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for them.

Maybe it should be. But it’s not.

“Try this,” she says. “What do you taste?”

Azriel snorts, rolling his head back. “Grapes.”

“You’re hopeless,” she says, flicking his forehead.

Azriel’s hand snags on her wrist, drawing the cup close to his lips once more. A smile plays on his lips.

“Feed it to me again. See if you get a different answer.”

She inhales sharply, and a red flush spreads on her face. For a moment, she looks ashamed that she wants this. Cassian hates that.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he says, watching intently. “Give the poor man what he wants.”

Nesta looks to him once for reassurance, which he gives in the form of a single nod and a heady stare. He wants to see what happens next. Where this will go.

She knows what had been between him and Azriel once — a no strings situation that first ended when Azriel started dating Eris (which crashed and burned, and Azriel cried for days), and then Cassian started dating Nesta, and they simply never talked about it since.

Nesta had listened along, nodding when he explained. 

“Makes sense,” she’d said. “I’d fuck him, too.”

Would she?

Would she be…into that? Having them both? They’d joked about it once, and Nesta said that she would want to. But he’d never asked seriously.

Now, he wishes he had.

Nesta slides further down on the armrest, so close to being on Azriel’s lap. If he was Azriel, he’d be tempted to drag Nesta the rest of the way onto his lap. Looking at his face, he’s not entirely convinced that his roommate isn’t thinking of doing exactly that.

“Close your eyes this time,” she instructs, waiting for him to follow her command before raising the cup to his lips again. The chilled wine dribbles into his mouth.

He swallows it, a mortal man at the whims of a goddess. 

Cassian shifts forward, drawn in by the sight.

“Delicious,” Azriel says. “But I think I would like anything you gave me.”

Nesta’s eyes linger on Azriel. She looks at him that way sometimes, just like she looks at Cassian when she’s about to dig her claws into his neck and constrict like a boa.

It makes sense — after all, he knows how it feels to draw begging and pleading from Azriel’s lips on the nights when he relinquishes control. It’s something precious, noteworthy, when his friend who never lets anyone in lets Cassian do as he pleases. Trusts him with his body; his mind. Cassian would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

The cup stays on Azriel’s lips way longer than it needs to. Azriel’s hand tightens around Nesta’s wrist, and for a moment, his friend looks like he wants to kiss Cassian’s girlfriend.

Her eyes drop to his lips as well, the thought taking root.

And…Cassian doesn’t hate the idea of it. In fact, he feels distinctly warmer in here than he did three minutes ago.

“Would you?” Cassian asks, quieter now. “Take anything she offered you.”

Eagerly anticipating his answer, Cassian lowers his elbows onto his knees. He wonders if he looks as intense as he feels.

“I–” Azriel stammers. He looks down, where he still holds onto Nesta’s wrist. Without him even having to say a word, Cassian knows the answer to his question. Yes.

Azriel’s jaw tightens as he fights whatever war is going on in his head. Then, abruptly, he releases her wrist, his face flustered. He takes a deep breath in, then releases it.

“You should go back to Cassian,” Azriel says, his voice rough and low in his throat. 

She doesn’t move at first. She blinks, taking a moment to come down from her daze. She leaves her hand between their bodies, turning it over to examine it, as if remembering the events that just occurred.

“I should,” she agrees, even though she sounds reluctant. 

When she sinks back onto Cassian’s lap, he wishes he’d told her that she could have stayed. That he wouldn’t have objected to it. 

Is it wrong of him to want them both? To want them to want each other?

Is it wrong of all of them?

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Cassian says casually. At first, Nesta doesn’t process what he says. She’s still too distracted by Azriel’s body — by the elegant, masculine frame of him that’s so different from Cassian’s own bulkiness.

Catching Nesta off guard is a rare thing, only happening under very specific circumstances. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s just, you’re looking at him still. And I know that look.” He loves it when it’s directed at him. “Do you want him, sweetheart?”

Her laugh is soft, uncertain. “Cass, I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t…”

Fuck his roommate, is what she won’t say.

But what if he wants her to?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says. “I think he’d enjoy it, too, if that was something you wanted.”

“Cassian,” Azriel murmurs, the television light casting his face in a glow when he turns towards them. He’s still just as wound up, like a spring five seconds from snapping back into place.

And though he knows half of it is from the precipice they’re lingering on, Cassian will also have to talk with Rhys later to get him to ease up on Azriel a little. It’s not fair that he’s this on edge, enough that Cassian can almost see all the knots he has in his shoulders. Someone has to work it out of him, and Cassian’s certain that this isn’t included in Azriel’s employee benefits package.

The show is long forgotten — it looks like someone is proposing, but they’re all too distracted to care. 

“Wouldn’t you, Az?”

“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Azriel asks. He studies him and Nesta both, the weight of his gaze burning through all of Cassian’s defenses. 

“All I’m saying is that we used to have fun together, and we don’t have to pretend this is normal,” Cassian says. “You two want each other. I want both of you.”

And he’s itching to get Azriel out of his clothes.

Azriel combs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. Are we doing this? Actually?”

Nesta’s intake of breath has him turning towards her. She clutches onto the fabric of Cassian’s pants, lips parted as she stares at Azriel across the room.

God she wants this, doesn’t she? How long has she wanted it and felt like she couldn’t say?

She sits fully upright on his lap. “You want to kiss me?” she asks Azriel.

Azriel shifts forward. “I want to do more than kiss you.”

“Then why don’t you?” Nesta says, her voice commanding. “Come here.”

Azriel stands on his feet, closing the distance on the carpet in three strides. His arms bracket the sides of the chair, and from here Cassian can smell his cedar and orange cologne. At the last minute, Azriel grows hesitant, his hands closing into fists on the armrests.

So Cassian raises his hand to Azriel’s cheek, parting his mouth with his thumb. His friend leans into the touch just as Cassian expects.

“You’re sure, Cass?” Azriel asks.

He strokes Azriel’s mouth. “Pretty damn sure,” Cassian says. “I’ll take care of you just like old times, yeah?”

Nesta pauses, witnessing the return of dynamics that haven’t been in place in a long while.

Azriel hums, agreeing. It vibrates on Cassian’s hand, lighting some emotion deep in his chest.

“You can kiss her,” Cassian says.

Azriel’s lips crash forward onto Nesta’s, all the tension cutting loose as he devours with a deep, unsated hunger. He falls to his knees before them both, and one of his hands digs into Cassian’s bicep while the other cups Nesta’s face.

If Cassian was a religious man, he’d say this was holy. Like watching light filter through fragments of stained glass, a kaleidoscope of color scattering on the ground.

When he pulls away, Nesta is breathless. Azriel is equally as affected; he lives for this, even if he doesn’t say. Azriel’s thumb spreads across Nesta’s cheek, a soft touch that leaves her gasping.

Cassian adjusts Nesta on his lap so that her thighs are spread for Azriel. “Now, Az. I know I’ve never seen you eat someone out before, but I assume you know what to do.”

Azriel glares, but he doesn’t dare to talk back. He never has.

“Yes,” Azriel says, voice short. “I do.”

Azriel pops open the button on her jeans with nimble fingers, and Cassian lifts her hips just enough so he can pull them off of her. His fingers catch on her underwear as well, a deep purple trimmed with lace, and Cassian suspects that Nesta wore those for him tonight.

“I’ll take those.” Cassian holds out his hand for the fabric, which Azriel hands over with a knowing look. Azriel is soon drawn into the sight of Nesta on display, just as Cassian thought he would be.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” Cassian can’t help smiling, observing Azriel while he’s dumbstruck. 

“Stunning,” Azriel agrees. He drags one of his fingers through her folds, and Nesta bucks in Cassian’s arms. So sensitive already. 

Azriel’s eyes snap up, locking in on Nesta’s face. His expression darkens, enjoying the way she squirms in that sadistic way of his.

“Come on, Nes. Stay still for him, hmm? Show him how good you can be.”

She swats at him, tries to regain control, but he gathers both her wrists in one hand. He maneuvers them behind her back, pinning them there.

Cassian clicks his tongue. “That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart.”

Nesta never gives control easily; it’s something he has to earn. Even restrained, she fights against his hold. He loosens his hands, only briefly — a reminder that she can pull away if she wants. 

She doesn’t.

“You fucking asshole,” she snaps. 

He laughs, a low sound. “Be good, or I’ll make you watch instead.”

That quiets her, but her scowl remains. Cassian lifts the hand that he’s not using, and brings it to the top of Azriel’s head. His hair is longer than the last time they’d done anything like this. Cassian can anchor his hand there now, and can direct Azriel in the way he truly needs.

“Can I taste her?” Azriel asks.

Cassian nudges his head further between Nesta’s legs in answer. 

Azriel kisses up the inside of her thighs, until his mouth is hovering over the center of her. Then he licks a long stripe up to her clit, swirling his tongue when he gets there.

He feels the moment that Nesta relaxes, sighing against him.

He scratches Azriel’s head, which he always seems to like. “That’s it, Az. Make her feel good.”

Azriel obeys without question. His hands tighten on the outside of Nesta’s thighs, holding her right up against his face.

Cassian ducks his lips to Nesta’s ear. “How are you feeling, baby?”

She doesn’t say anything. Maybe she’s not capable of it. He can’t blame her — he knows from experience just how good Azriel’s lips feel wrapped around his cock, and how much he strives to exceed in whatever he’s told to do. 

But she does whimper. Her head falls back, becoming a steady weight on his shoulder. He loves her like this, taking everything he throws at her without complaint. The pretty flush on her cheeks, which he usually only sees when she’s about to melt into a puddle of pleasure on his bed. The way her wrists push back against his hand, trying to get them free, with every second that Azriel keeps his head between her legs.

He needs to hear her speak, and hear her say what this is doing to her.

“Azriel, stop.”

His lips tear away, and he’s panting. Azriel’s eyes are wild, and he’s clutching her legs like they might be torn away from him at any second.

“Tell him what you want from him, sweetheart.” He whispers it into her ear, but it’s loud enough for Azriel to hear.

Her thighs twitch, desperate for touch. Neither of them give it to her. She nuzzles against his neck, perhaps hoping that it might change his mind. It won’t.

She says into Cassian’s neck, “I want him to make me come.”

Azriel makes a high-pitched sound when he hears it. But he doesn’t jump back into what he was doing before — doesn’t go back to tasting her. Azriel has more restraint than Cassian, because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to keep his mouth away from Nesta for this long if someone told him to.

Instead, Azriel looks to him for permission. “Cassian?”

Nesta shivers when Cassian kisses the crown of her head. He sees how Azriel’s breath hitches. Waiting not just for permission, but for praise.

“Why don’t you tell him how good he’s doing? I wouldn’t want to be rude — asking that of him without giving him the words he so desperately needs.”

Distantly, he wonders if he’s pushing her too far; if he’s being cruel. But Nesta would stop him if he is, and she doesn’t.

‘Please, Az,” she says.

Cassian hums. “Not what I asked.”

“Your mouth…feels incredible on me. I need it. Please.” She blinks a few times in rapid succession, gaze landing on him. “Cassian.”

A faint blush dusts Azriel’s cheeks. His eyes avert to the ground, but there’s the hint of a smile creeping in.

“Was that so hard?” Cassian asks.

An inescapable urge has his hand releasing Nesta’s wrists and going between her legs. And he knows he can’t deprive Azriel for much longer, but he needs to feel for himself just how aroused she is for both of them.

He swears under his breath, but Azriel on the floor can still hear it. Cassian brings that hand to his mouth, and is overwhelmed by the combination of tastes. Azriel’s lips, and…Nesta.

He’s so distracted that he doesn’t realize that seconds have gone by. It’s not until Nesta reaches her hand behind her, grasping for his curls that he breaks out of his trance.

Azriel still waits impatiently on the ground. A dog, who’s dinner has been left on the other side of the room. It’s cruel to neglect him so, especially with how he’s done tonight. 

He strokes Azriel’s head again, and Azriel leans right into the touch. Flutters his eyes closed for a moment, and lets out a soft breath. 

“Did you think I forgot about you?” Cassian asks. He spreads Nesta’s legs wider, and beckons Azriel forward. “Go ahead, make her come.”

He presses another kiss to Nesta’s cheek, anchoring her against his body with his arms.

Azriel’s mouth turns greedy, and he wears Nesta’s thighs like a necklace, a collar. One which he seems to have no desire to escape. It takes no time at all to work her back up.

When she’s on the edge, and making those breathy sounds that he’s come to know, he uses the hand that was guiding Azriel to snake up the front of her sweater and slides it beneath her bra. Her breast fits perfectly in his palm, and she keens when he pinches it. She arches her back, so her shoulders press into him.

He whispers, “You want to come like this? Then go ahead, sweetheart.”

Nesta coils, and then releases. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to her face when she’s unguarded like this, trusting him to not let go. He uses his free hand to stroke her hair, whispering his praises into her ear until she settles.

She slumps back into his arms after, worn out, but Azriel doesn’t leave her legs. He keeps his tongue there, and Cassian wonders if he’s found himself addicted to her taste, just like he has. Nesta’s twitching with the aftershocks, and although she won’t say, he knows she needs a break for a few minutes.

“Az,” he says softly. “Enough.”

He raises his head almost guiltily. Azriel’s lips are coated; glistening.  

Cassian shifts Nesta again, bringing her into his arms. He stands and inclines his head towards Azriel. The message is clear: follow.

When he gets to his room, he sets Nesta on the mattress. He turns to where Azriel stands in the doorway. His eyes are blown wide, hair tousled.

It’s familiar, a comfort, the moment he finally kisses Azriel. It’s been too long since they’ve had the chance to do this. He tastes of the heaven between Nesta’s legs. She’s stuck to his lips, his tongue, and Cassian laps it all up like the depraved dog he is with messy kisses. He pulls at Azriel’s shirt, until it comes up and off.

Then he pushes Azriel onto the mattress, and straddles his hips when he gets over top of him.

Grinding his hips down, Cassian finds Azriel hard beneath him. It’s a miracle he hasn’t already tried to give himself his own release, that he’s waited this long for Cassian to offer it to him.

Cassian undoes the button of Azriel’s jeans. Frees his cock from its confines, and secures his hand around it. He could live for Azriel’s moans. They’re so sweet, literal music playing in his ears. 

Cassian’s lips part. He licks up the entire length of him, and when Azriel tries to buck his hips up, Cassian lays his arm across Azriel’s stomach to keep him on the bed.

“Shh. That’s it,” Cassian murmurs. “Steady for me.”

Cassian reminds himself how it feels to do this, to wrap his lips around Azriel’s cock and take him all the way to the back of his throat. 

An old tradition, brought back to life. 

When Azriel comes on his tongue, he feels some chip in his armor fall — a wall torn down that can’t be put back up. He doesn’t think they can go back to what they were before.

Catching him by surprise, Nesta shoves Cassian onto his back, amusement spreading with each passing second. She’s taken her sweater off, leaving her in just her purple bra that was apparently part of a matching set.

He reaches for it, but she smacks his hand away, pinning it to the bed.

She sits right on his chest, holding him down. “Your turn, sweetheart,” she mimics, before telling Azriel to take off his pants.

“So beautiful,” Azriel says softly.

As she holds him there, and Azriel’s hands creep up his legs, he knows he likes this way more than he should.

He could spend an eternity worshiping them both. They could become his new altar; he would fall to his knees at their feet if they demanded it of him.

What is he supposed to do with that?

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