𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

"I can't Az, I have too much work." Eris explained, both Azriel didn't want to take no as an answer, Vanserra's and their overworking tendencies...

"Fine, fine. We don't even have to do that just..." His scarred hands cup his mates cheeks, forcing the High Lord to look away from his paperwork. "Let me try something to help you relax?"

The ginger slowly nodded, in a second the two are winnowed to their now shared room, Azriel decided to stay with Eris half the week and the rest of his family the other half. The uneven day varies.

"What are you going to do?" Eris asked aloud.

"Lay back and see." Azriel smirked.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court did not protest, he lied on their bed, spreading out his body-a few joints cracking from the sensation of finally being stretched out-before stripping off his clothes, he already knew where this was going, well, for the most part.

By the time Eris was done stripping the Illyrian was already nude, his chiseled body on display for his mate. The High Lord couldn't avert his eyes from his mates raging erection when his vision was cut black.

"Az?" Eris calls out, a bit startled from the sudden blindness. The sensation of the shadows was not unfamiliar so he wasn't scared... just surprised.

"Shush, little fox. You know our safe word, correct?" Azriel asks, he steps closer and the bed dips as his weight is added.

Eris nods.

"Good, now just relax and let me help you, my love."

Azriel's hands trail around Eris' body, from his thighs to his shoulders, arms to legs, everywhere. The pads of his fingers happened to brush against Eris' hardened nipples every so often, flicking and teasing the sensitive nubs.

"Oh... Az- Everything is so much more-"

"Heightened? It's because you can't see."

Well this was one of his favorite techniques to use when torturing people for information... this would be a different type of torture.

"Are you alright with this, Eris?" Azriel asks for confirmation, the High Lord nods.

"Y-Yes... I... I want you, Az."

"In time, little fox."

The scarred hands continue to trace over every scar the Autumn fae had, Azriel kissed each and everyone while he was at it. Eris whimpered from each interaction.

"I love you, Azriel."

The spymaster kisses Eris' lips. "I love you too, Eris." He moves his hand to Eris' cock. "Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Azriel spat into his hand, lubing up his cock before aligning it with Eris' hole, he didn't need prep-they'd fuck only a few hours ago.

"Oh!" Eris moaned as the head of Azriel's hard cock was inserted, he attempts to move his hands and it fails. "Az... let me touch your wings."

The shadows binding his wrists against the headboard brought Eris' hands to Azriel's wings, the sensation on the Illyrians sensitive spot was almost too much for him but he held out.

Azriel lent forward and sucked one of Eris' nipples into his mouth as he began to thrust his hips, his pelvis hitting against the back of the High Lord's thigh every movement.

"A-Azriel!" The younger shouted, the heightened senses from the blindness was enough but to have his nipples toyed with while he was being fucked was a lot. Well, it almost became too much when Azriel brought his free hand to his other nipple while the other began to stroke Eris' cock.

"You're so good for me, little fox, always. You're so good for your court, our court. Our family." Azriel moved his lips to Eris' neck, kissing and bruising the soft, pale, freckled flesh there. "Nyx adores you, you know?" The Shadowsinger almost laughed, the softness of his fucking was completely out of character for the Illyrian.

But, Azriel would do anything for his mate, as would Eris for him.

"Does he?" Eris manages to get out between moans and pants.

"Yes. He loved that time you made him a figure from fire." Azriel begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, distracting his mate.

"Why... why are you... fuck! Oh... telling me this now?" Eris groans.

"Because it distracts you from your work, from everything, even those thoughts..."

"I can't think of much else other than your cock right now, Az." The High Lord of the Autumn Court pants out, he manages to buck his hips up to match his mates relentless fucking.

"Good." The Shadowsinger replied, his own release was on the edge of release as he fucked his mates hole. Azriel loved how it clenched for him, tightly as if it were to never let go.

His lips connected with the previously marked skin and he began to kiss the dark marks, the ginger moans beneath him, wanting his own release to be set free.

"I-I need to cum, Az." Eris moans.

"Then do it, cum for me, cum with me, little fox." Azriel says, he moves their positions so Eris is now riding him. With a stroke to the innermost part of Azriel's wings he is shooting his cum deep inside of his mates rear, it doesn't stop for a good minute which gives him a chance to help his lover cum.

Shadows swarm around Eris' balls, poking, squeezing, and clenching them, begging him to cum onto Azriel already.

'I love you. I love you. I love you.' Chanted down the bond from both parties before Eris came, his liquid covered both of their lower stomach and most of Azriel's hand.

The shadows move from Eris' eyes the sight of the tears in his eyes-for some sadistic reason-made Azriel's cock even harder than before, he smirked.

Azriel began to fuck into his mate again, the High Lord made no sound of protest, only pleasurable moans as he gave himself over to his lover, his mate, to Azriel.

"I love you, Eris." Azriel groans, he was close to his second load and didn't plan to hold back. The tears falling from Eris' eyes from overstimulation was enough to send him over the edge.

His load filled his mates hole for a second time, completely stuffing the High Lord with his seed.

"I love you too, Azriel."