#pro azris

“And you know I wasn’t talking about killing me.” He watched the storm of emotions swirl in Azriel’s eyes, and the way they seemed to struggle to stay on his face. Eris flexed his bare arms as he stepped closer still, trying not to get too excited by the prospect that maybe he liked what he saw.

“I didn’t take you for a masochist.” Azriel finally said, which made Eris laugh. He took a sip of wine and shook his head.

“Oh I’m not. Being strangled was horrible actually and for a moment I did genuinely fear for my life. But having you sat on my hips like I’ve always dreamt of was glorious. Cauldron, I think if you’d bounced a little I would have cum right then and there-” Azriel cut Eris off with a shove and a snarl. Wine spilt over Eris’s hand and he tsked as he swapped hands and burnt away the liquid dripping from his fingers with a flash of fire.

“Why so angry, Shadowsinger?” He taunted “are you that frustrated you can’t kill me? Or are you just angry at yourself because the thought of bouncing on my cock has you hard as a rock.” He winnowed directly in front of Azriel and grabbed his crotch, where indeed, his cock was straining against his Illyrian leathers. He grinned down at him smugly before he was shoved again.

“Why me?” Azriel asked, his voice barely more than a growl. Eris huffed a bitter laugh before walking past Azriel.

“Why you indeed. I think I’m just the one the Mother likes to torment the most.” He said with a mock dramatic sigh. At Azriel’s snort Eris turned sharply to fix him with a blazing stare.

“You don’t agree? Born to a father who hates me because I’m everything he isn’t and will never be and who makes my life hell because of it. To a mother who can scarcely look at me because I remind her so much of the man who makes her life hell. Surrounded by brothers who actively plot to kill me and take the power that I never asked for. And cursed with a…” he stopped his ranting and seethed before he drank deeply from his glass. Azriel watched in that silent, still way that drove Eris mad.

“If you’re not here to be fucked, Shadowsinger, what is it you want?” He asked, finishing the rest of the glass and dropping it on the side table nearest him. Azriel just stared, he didn’t know really why he had come here. Eris stared back evenly. He could play this game too.

“Would you?” Azriel asked quietly. Eris held a finger up behind his ear and frowned.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” He teased as he started walking back towards Azriel, whose fists and jaw clenched in irritation. He heard perfectly well and knew perfectly well what he meant, and Azriel didn’t know if he’d find the courage to say it again. Eris stopped within arms reach and Azriel’s cock throbbed at the scent of him. Desire took over.

“Would you…if that’s what I wanted?” He asked again, the shame washing over him as he saw the delight in Eris’s amber eyes.

“Would I, what?” Eris asked with that infuriating smirk. He reached out a pale, freckled hand slowly, giving Azriel the chance to bat him away. He didn’t. Eris slid his hand over his hips and round to the small of his back. He stepped closer and Azriel could feel the heat radiating from him even through the thick leathers, and smell the shift in his scent. Their bodies weren’t touching and Azriel found himself leaning forward on his feet to try and close the distance. Eris was looking down at him with a disbelieving smile. There wasn’t much between them in height, Eris had perhaps an inch or two on him, but he always had a way of making it feel like a foot.

“Ask nicely, Shadowsinger, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Eris leant to murmur in his ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through Azriel which delighted the prince, who chuckled. The embarrassment and the frustration this caused was too much for Azriel, who launched himself at Eris and kissed him. An undignified sound of surprise caught in Eris’s throat before he laughed into the kiss, his hands coming together at the base of Azriel’s spine and pulling him closer.

Azriel’s scarred hands had grabbed Eris’s face, but now they smoothed into his hair, which felt like the softest silk slipping over his fingers. He moaned as Eris slid his tongue into his mouth, gently exploring. It wasn’t enough. He pulled his head toward him as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his hard length against Eris’s thigh. Eris gasped and shifted them so when he pushed his hips back in turn, their cocks rubbed against each other. The pleasure caused them both to moan, foreheads pressed together. Eris looked down and leaned back enough that they could watch them grind against each other, and admire the wet patch starting to form on Eris’s red sleep pants.

“What is it you want?” He asked again, his voice low and thick with lust, gripping Azriel’s waist tighter.

“I…I want you to fuck me.” Azriel conceded, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. Eris grabbed his chin and shook it so he opened his eyes. Azriel’s mouth hung open slightly as he saw the flames blazing in Eris’s eyes, the hunger and relief etched onto his face, in the set of his brow.

“Gods, Azriel, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.” He breathed before kissing him, and like a dam had broken they became frenzied. Hands were everywhere, clothes being pawed at and discarded, kisses were all teeth and tongue and desperation.

Finally naked and on the bed, Eris gently pushed Azriel against the pillows, not breaking the kiss and reached his hand down between them. Azriel wasn’t sure when Eris hand oiled his hand but he was grateful as it wrapped around both of them, holding them together as they moved. The heir broke the kiss to study the spy’s face. Every gasp, every twitch of his brow, the way his entire face contorted in pleasure, and he’d barely started.

“How do you want me to take you?” Eris asked, looking down his nose at the panting mess below him. Azriel met his hooded gaze and his mind went simultaneously empty and overloaded with images of all the ways he wanted Eris to fuck him. He must have been lost for a moment too long as the red head sneered.

“As much as I wish I did, I don’t have all night.” He bent and licked a line up Azriel’s neck and nibbled on his ear lobe, simultaneously running his large hands over his chest and thumbing his nipples. The huge Illyrian gasped, wings twitching where he’d spread them on the bed. Eris sat up, rolling his hips as he let his fingers trail over the swirling tattoos across Azriel’s chest.

“You’re perfect.” Eris breathed, forgetting momentarily that just a few hours ago he’d tried to kill him, forgetting that he claimed to hate him. Azriel didn’t say anything, or give any reaction except, but the twitch of his length gave away how much he enjoyed the compliment.

Azriel almost found it funny, how someone as perfectly perfect as Eris could look at him and think he was anything other than a mess. And not just in this exact moment, but in every moment of his life. The scars, the shadows, how quiet he was, all the horrible things he’d done. Some of them he’d day dreamed about doing to Eris, and yet here he was, seeing it all and calling him perfect. He ran his eyes over Eris’s large frame. He was leaner than Azriel, most males were, but he was surprisingly built. He remembered it shouldn’t actually be too surprising, he is a general. He hungrily tracked the freckles that absolutely covered Eris’s body, down his arms, across his chest and stomach, down his legs. His eyes snapped back to his large cock which he hoped would soon be buried inside him.

“Is this the first time you’ve-” Eris started to ask, eyes not leaving the tattoos, wondering if the unfamiliarity of sleeping with a male was the reason for his silence.

“No,” Azriel interrupted hurriedly with a shake of his head. Eris flicked his eyes up to meet the hazel ones staring at him. A smile played at his lips as he raised his eyebrows.

“I make you nervous?” Eris asked in disbelief and Azriel huffed.

“You overwhelm me.” He answered truthfully, his face flushing at the admission, waiting for the barrage of jokes and teasing. It didn’t come as amber eyes assessed him, red eyebrows knotted together.

“If this is too much…” Eris frowned, pulling his hands away from their exploration and placing them on his knees. Azriel felt the weight of him start to ease and quickly grabbed his hips, pulling him back down.

“It’s not enough.” Azriel’s voice was gruff, and a groan broke from his throat as he bucked up against Eris. The prince wrapped his hand back around both of them and moved again.

“I need you…gods, I need you to…I want you…” Azriel couldn’t get the words out, as he watched Eris’s pre cum drip down onto his own flushed tip and mix with his. With a deep groan Eris threw his head back.

“It’s okay, Shadowsinger, you’ll have me,” he reached a hand behind him and gently parted Azriel’s cheeks and caressed the tight ring of muscle.

“Right where you need me.” He said with a smirk as a ragged moan ripped from Azriel’s throat. Eris removed his hands, delighting in the whine Azriel let out at the loss of contact, to pour a generous amount of oil over his fingers. He shifted back and bent Azriel’s legs out of his way. He had to take a moment to appreciate the sight of the warrior spread before him; his huge cock leaking so prettily, the sweat glistening on his dark skin, the muscles tensing in his stomach and the heaving of his chiseled chest with every deep inhale.

Eris smiled and slid an oiled finger to Azriel’s entrance, lazily tracing around the edge before pushing in slowly.

“Fuck,” Eris grunted as he watched the shadow singers eyes roll back before he squeezed them shut with a gasp. He moved his finger slowly, while his other hand steadied them both on Azriel’s hip. With gentle precision, another finger joined the first and Azriel’s entire being focused solely on the feel. He’d been with males before, had taken and given in equal measure, but nothing had ever felt this good. With a whimper that made him blush, he opened his eyes and gasped at the intense look on Eris’s face. He was watching him with such hunger it sent a shock of arousal down his spine, making him buck up. Eris smirked, scissoring his fingers slowly before adding a third.

“Greedy bat,” he murmured, finally breaking eye contact to watch his fingers disappear with a groan. Azriel didn’t think he could take it any longer.

“Please.” He whispered, making Eris snap his head up in delight. He gave him a feral grin and sighed.

“Such a good boy, I didn’t even have to ask you to beg.” Eris tried to sound mocking, but his voice was so strained it took all sting out of it. He removed his fingers and poured more oil on his hand before he wrapped his fist around himself, smothering the oil down before focusing on his tip. His hips jerked at the sensation, he didn’t think he was going to last long inside Azriel’s tight heat but didn’t think Azriel was going to last much longer than he. Eris notched himself at Azriel’s entrance, rubbing himself teasing around the hole before locking eyes. Azriel gave a slight nod and Eris pushed forward. They both moaned as Eris pushed deeper, Azriel putting a foot on Eris’s hip to stop him.

“Fuck…wait…” Azriel moaned, eyes screwed shut as he felt himself clench and relax and Eris, who was starting to shake with restraint, but kept his eyes firmly on Azriel’s face waiting for the okay. When he finally nodded, Eris moved again, pulling himself out before pushing back in further. The sounds he received for this effort had him repeating the move until he was finally fully sheathed inside Azriel, their foreheads pressed together.

“You feel so good, shit, I’m not…this won’t take long,” Eris panted, quickly kissing Azriel who shifted his hips and pulled Eris against him.

“Me-” his breath hitched as his cock brushed Eris’s stomach “me neither, fuck.” He dragged him back in for another kiss as Eris began to move with slow and deep thrusts. Azriel had never felt such peace, like his entire being was relaxed, his shadows gracefully slipping over Eris’s skin, just relishing the feel of him. This was right, so very right, he’d made a good choice in coming here, why did he ever think it was a bad idea? He moaned into the kiss, which seemed to snap something in Eris.

He sat up and started to move faster, putting more power behind each thrust, watching with pure lust as his cock pounded into Azriel. He grabbed Azriel’s sorely neglected length and moved his hand up and down it. Azriel threw his head back and arched his back, and Eris wanted the image burned into his memory forever. He’d envisioned this so many times, but none of his fantasies lived up to the reality of fucking the male who had wanted him dead. With a snarl he started to move even faster, Azriel’s body jerking with the force of his thrusts.

“So-so good. Oh fuck!” Eris moaned, a string of curses and compliments falling freely from his mouth, he wasn’t even sure what he was actually saying anymore.

“I’m going to- I’m-” Azriel panted, thrashing his head side to side as if he could stop himself. Eris hissed and doubled his efforts, hand twisting and tightening on Azriel’s cock, pulling a leg up to plant his foot in the bed to allow him to put even more power into pounding him.

“Fuck, Eris!” Azriel gasped as he came so hard his vision blacked out, cum splattering Eris’s chest and his own. At the sound of his name coming from the Shadowsinger Eris came hard, hips jerking with every spurt. When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of Azriel, careful to move his hands behind his head and not on his wings. Azriel lazily put his hands on Eris’s back, a satisfied shudder rolling over him as he felt his cock slip out of him, followed by the gush of his cum.

For a while, they lay in the post-orgasm haze, reality not yet returning to them. Right now, they weren’t Eris the Autumn Prince and Azriel the Shadowsinger, they just…were. They stared at each other, Eris running a finger absentmindedly over Azriel’s jaw. After a while Azriel sat up, to move his wings out the way so they could lay on their sides facing each other. Eris laid back down with a contented sigh as he looked over Azriel’s wings, reaching out and tapping the taloned tip before resting his hand on Azriel’s hip, splaying his hand out over the dark skin.

“Do you still want to kill me?” Eris asked softly, twisting his lips in an attempt not to smile. Azriel smiled before the crushing weight of the real world, and what had just happened and who it happened with, slammed into him. He jerked back and sat up suddenly.

“I didn’t-” Eris started as he watched Azriel launch out of the bed and search for his discarded clothes, not attempting to keep the devastation off his face.

“Azriel, please, stay a bit-” he started again, moving up onto his knees to make his way to the end of the bed.

“If anything, I want to kill you more.” Azriel turned and snarled before he could stop himself. It wasn’t true. He felt oily guilt slide through his stomach as he watched his words land like a physical blow, Eris flinching slightly, hurt glistening in his beautiful eyes before the cold mask of the heir slipped back over his face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone how hard you came for me.” He sneered, settling himself back propped up against the pillows. With a wave of his hand a cigarette appeared between his fingers, and an ashtray on the bed next to him. He stretched his long legs out casually, not hiding an inch of his freckled body, still covered in both their release.

“If you could do me a favour though, do inform Nesta Archeron of my prowess and send her my way. I’m certain she can keep a secret.” He drawled, lighting his cigarette with his own flame, resting one arm along the headboard. Azriel froze for a moment and stared at Eris confused. The prince scoffed and tapped his ash.

“Oh, I like females just as much as males. I’ll enjoying fucking her tight little cunt just as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He glared at the Illyrian, eyes flicking to his wings again.

“Probably even more, I don’t usually stoop so low as to fuck lesser fae.” Eris couldn’t stop, he wanted Azriel to feel as hurt as he did, and knew all the places to plant the low blows he was hurling.

“Get out, Shadowsinger.” He snapped finally, snarling when Azriel didn’t leave and just stared at him with that unreadable face. He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out irritatedly.