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Eris Vanserra had always been beautiful, though Azriel had been loathe to admit it in the past.
The male took pride in his appearance, his clothes were always perfectly fitted to his lean body, gold buttons glistening in the flight. His flame red hair was always tied back in a loose ponytail, the colour so vibrant against his pale freckled skin.
There was no denying that the male was attractive but today he was breathtaking.
Walking up the stairs to the roof of the House of Wind, Azriel caught a glimpse of the male and his brain ceased to function, too busy taking in every inch of the male.
He was dressed in a deep blue jacket with matching trousers. Gold embroidery littered the jacket, adorning it with leaves and stars, a perfect mix of night and Autumn. Underneath was a white shirt that exposed the males pale throat, a golden chain clasped around it. His hair appeared to be burning like molten flame, small braids were spread throughout the long tresses that flowed down his back.
His ears were equally adorned by 4 earrings a piece, blue gems on his lobes and gold hoops by the tips of his pointed ears.
Golden glitter dusted his cheekbones. He looked radiant, godlike, Azriel wanted to rip that shirt o-
Singer, you are staring
Fuck
Eris noticed his gaze and moved towards the Shadowsinger. He was well and truly fucked.
"See something you like Shadowsinger?" Eris quipped, mouth pulled into a smirk.
Azriel coughed, tried to form a sentence.
"No… I mean, um… I don't know what you are talking about."
Eris laughed, "Playing dumb are we? Why Shadowsinger, I could have sworn I felt your eyes on me just a moment ago. "
Azriel felt heat craw up his face, all the way to his ears which he was sure were now as red as a tomato.
He knows you were watching Singer, he was watching too
Azriel sucked in a shaky breath as Eris stepped closer, and started running a finger across his cheek, across the blush that had taken up residence there.
"I like this shade on you, makes you look more boyish."
As Eris continued to drag his finger down his face and to his chest Azriel felt heat flood to other areas. Eris' finger trailed a sinful pattern across his exposed chest, across the tattoos on his skin. He knew his scent had changed as he saw pink beginning to tinge the Autumn Highlords freckled cheeks. Azriel wanted to count those freckles, commit them all to memory.
Eris hummed, "And that scent," he made a show of taking a deep breath, inhaling Azriel's arousal. "It's delectable I must say."
Azriel managed to choke out, maybe we should take this elsehwhere?" As the smoky rich scent of Eris's arousal hit him.
"Oh but I'm enjoying this." Eris said, voice low and whispered. "Don't make me stop yet."
Do not make him stop, you are enjoying this Singer, no one watches
Eris places his palm against Azriel's chest and bought the other hand up to graze Azriel's bottom lip, he blew out an unsteady breath and Eris toyed with his lips, mapping them out.
"Tell me to stop."
"No."
Eris pulled Azriel against him, lips crashing together. The kiss was seeking, filled with desperate need. It was passion and desire and longing all in one, they drew apart only to suck in a breath before their lips joined together once more, as Eris's hands began moving lower, lower, till they were on his hips, pulled their bodies together. Everywhere their bodies touched was charged, the skin tingling at the contact.
Eris moved his hands into Azriel's hair and tugged and he let out a moan. Gods this was incredible, like no kiss he'd ever had before, but no kiss had ever been with the Autumn Highlord before.
Heated desire was flooding every inch of Azriel's body as he ran his hands down Eris's body.
He is ours, ours, ours
Cheers started around them as the spirits began streaming across the sky, illuminating the rooftop in soft greens and blues. Azriel drew his lips away to take in the male before him.
His cheeks sparkled under the light of the stars, illuminating his cheekbones as he smirked at Azriel. His eyes were molten, flames dancing in the amber irises.
"Well that was unexpected." Azriel said, the need to touch Eris, worship him without the clothing blocking him overtaking him, forcing him to try and contain his desire.
"Hmm. Yes it was." Eris agreed, nipping at Azriel's lower lip. "You taste divine, Shadowsinger, and you are one I've wanted to taste for a long time."
"Come to my apartment and I'll give you something else to taste." He said, moaning as Eris began nipping at his ear.
"Now that is an interesting proposal." Eris crooned, finger back to tracing his tattoos in lazy circles.
"Hmm." Was all Azriel said as Eris kissed him again, tongues clashing. When they parted for breath Eris took a step back, Azriel missed the heat of his body instantly, cool air rushing in between them.
Eris looked towards the stars, "I'll have to take you up on that offer another time Azriel, I'd hate to miss the show, I was invited after all." He said, before walking to the edge of the roof to watch the stars stream past, smoothing his clothing as if the last five minutes had never happened at all.
Azriel stared after him in shock as his mind worked to process what had just occurred. He'd kissed Eris Vanserra, and he wanted to do it again, and much much more.
Azriel willed his scent to shift, willed his arousal to calm, as he went to stand next to the Autumn male and watch the spirits. Tradition stated that one should wish on the passing stars, and Azriel wished. Wished that he would get to taste Eris Vanserra again, to worship his body in all the ways he knew how.
The male's scent was addicting, and Azriel was hooked.