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Cassian turned from the locked door and walked back across the slatted wood floor of the Birchin. Azriel remained where he’d been sitting instead of helping Cassian. Heavy pounding came from the other side of the door and a male voice outside bellowed “Come on, guys! Let me back in! It’s freezing out here! I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“No! If we can keep it in our pants, so can you.” Cassian yelled back. He added a few more wood chips to the pile of them in the middle of the little room.
“You aren’t even wearing pants!” Rhys countered, his voice still muffled by the door.
“He’s got a point,” Azriel shrugged, drinking in every ounce of Cassian’s body.
“Not the point. Go cool off somewhere and maybe we’ll let you back in once you can behave yourself, you fucking animal!” Cassian grinned, noting the predatory gaze of his partner. He heard Rhys stomp away as he poured more water into the steam chamber.
“You didn’t have to throw him out.” Azriel added.
“Of course I did, rules are rules, Az. And besides,” Cassian eyed him mischievously, closing the distance between the two of them, “If he was still here, I couldn’t do this,” Cassian said, crouching slightly as he angled Azriel’s chin up so their lips met.
Azriel’s breath hitched, and he deepened the kiss. Cassian took the opportunity to slide his tongue in to meet Azriel’s. Between breaths, Azriel managed to voice his protest as Cassian continued to kiss him, “Cass…I— I really think— that we should— maybe not— be doing this— here.” Azriel wove his scarred hands into Cassian’s hair and held a firm grip, “It’s— bad form— Someone—“
Cassian pulled away enough to get a full sentence in, his lips still brushing Azriel’s, “Nobody is here but us, Az. It’s not bad form if it’s just us. Rhys is gone, and I’ve been dying to get you alone all morning.” He admitted and began to kiss Azriel again, trailing along his jawline and down the column of his neck until he met the point where Azriel’s tattoos started. Cassian hooked his arms under Azriel’s legs and pulled him up until he was settled around his own hips. Azriel wrapped his legs around Cassian and buried his face in the general’s neck, kissing and nipping just below his ear.
Cassian let out a low groan as Azriel rolled his hips, pressing his erection against Cassian’s stomach. Cassian spun the two of them around and seated himself on the bench and settled Azriel on his lap. He left enough room between them so he could get his dick situated before grabbing handfuls of Azriel’s ass and pulling him in closer.
He’d been waiting months for this moment. Though he wished it was truly just the two of them occupying the cabin today, he’d settle for this. Rhys had unknowingly given Cassian the greatest gift of all just now. This moment with his partner was the best he could ask for. He didn’t care that Rhys would likely call him a hypocrite later. He didn’t care because it was solstice and nothing would ruin his day.
It wasn’t just any solstice either. It was the first solstice since the war, and the first solstice that he and Azriel were an official couple. He couldn’t believe it had been nearly six months since that day in the training ring when he’d been about to confess his feelings and they got interrupted by Feyre’s rescue. He and Azriel had really started to get serious after that day but It had taken a few months and making it through a war before Cassian finally mustered up the courage to ask Azriel to be his partner officially.
Even though they’d confessed their love for one another before the war, they’d only been officially together for a few months. Officially meaning they told someone, that someone being Rhys. It was only fair to let their brother know that they’d taken their relationship in a different direction. They’d kept it a secret throughout the war, or so they’d thought. Rhys informed them that he’d known the morning after Feyre’s rescue from the Winter Court, but had decided to wait for them to tell him themselves. Cassian wanted to keep the secret and tell everyone after the war, but after the Archeron sisters losing their father, and nearly losing Rhys and Amren, the timing didn’t seem right. Then Cassian decided that they’d tell everyone at Solstice. But when he suggested it to Azriel, he’d asked to wait until after Solstice to announce their relationship. Not because he didn’t want the others to know but because Azriel didn’t want to take the spotlight away from Feyre’s birthday. Cassian didn’t think it would overshadow Feyre’s birthday but after talking to Rhys a few days before Solstice, he understood how special Rhys wanted the day to be for Feyre.
So he agreed to wait, but if anyone walked in here and saw what he was about to do to Azriel? The thought drove a jolt of desire through him. Maybe he secretly wished someone would catch them, save him the bravado of making a formal announcement. Az would probably die of embarrassment if someone walked in on them.
Lost in his daydreams, Cassian jumped as Azriel’s hand found its way between the two of them and wrapped around Cassian’s cock.
“Wait a minute,” Cassian broke their kiss, “I thought you were afraid of getting caught, now look who can’t keep his hands to himself,” he teased.
Azriel’s hazel eyes met his own, then the Shadowsinger glanced down at what he now held in his hands, “The reward looks like it might outweigh the risk.”
“Might? Excuse me, but I think it definitely outweighs the risk.” Cassian argued “I say we seize this opportunity we’ve been granted.”
Azirel hummed thoughtfully then gave a conspiratorial smirk before his shadows peeled away from him. They traveled down his arms, wrapping around Cassian’s. They acted as a second set of hands and guided Cassian’s arms above his head, pinning his wrists to the wall at their backs.
“Careful what you wish for,” Azriel taunted in a low voice as he climbed off of Cassian’s lap and knelt before him.
Mother above, somehow the tables had turned and Cassian didn’t know how. One minute he’d been ready to bend Azriel over this bench and fuck him so thoroughly that the only name he’d remember was Cassian’s. But somehow he’d managed to flip that switch in Azriel. He didn’t know what had happened, but he was glad it had.
He gave his hands a tug but they didn’t budge. Normally this position would send him on the defensive, but with Azriel? The male may be a master of pain and torture but he’d never lift a finger to harm Cassian, unless he begged for it. And he might just be willing to beg today. Azriel sent a few shadows dancing along Cassian’s torso. They felt like ice in the heat of the Birchin, his skin pebbled wherever the shadows touched. After they’d teased their way up his stomach, they settled on his nipples and Cassian nearly leapt off the bench. Azriel’s strong arms held him in place as the shadows continued to swirl around each nipple, their cold caressing almost too much.
Meanwhile, Azriel began slowly teasing his own way up Cassian’s thighs. A kiss here, a nip there. His scarred hands were digging into Cassian’s hips, keeping him still. Cassian was already so worked up he didn’t know how long he’d actually be able to last like this.
Azriel looked up one last time through the strands of hair that had fallen over his brow, “Cassian, don’t you have something to say?”
Cassian swallowed thickly. He didn’t know what Azriel was asking. He didn’t know if he could form a coherent sentence to answer whatever question the Shadowsinger had. It took all his focus to form an inquisitive hmm that came out more like a grunt.
“There’s something I need from you before I can begin, love.” Azriel rumbled in that low voice that only made the heat growing within Cassian surge.
Cassian couldn’t for the life of him figure out what Azriel wanted him to say. He was nearly lost to the sensations of the shadows. But when Azriel leaned back on his heels, seeming to break off whatever act they were about to engage in. Cassian blurted out “No, Az! Wait!” The Shadowsinger tilted his head, waiting for more. Then it clicked for Cassian, “Please, Az… I need you.”
“Need me?” Azriel asked, a slightly mocking tone to his voice.
“I–” Cassian took a few heaving breaths. When it came to pleasure, Azriel was first and foremost a man of consent. He needed permission to engage how he wanted. Craved it. As someone who’d had very little say in his life, Azriel made the specific consent of his partner's a priority. It didn’t matter that Cassian had told him a ‘yes’ a thousand times in a thousand different ways. Azriel still needed Cassian to tell him exactly how he wanted it. “I want you to suck me off like we are alone in a Birchin on Winter Solstice and nobody except for Rhys knows I’m yours.”
Azriel leaned forward again, pinning Cassian’s hips with one arm, “With pleasure.” Azriel purred and licked up the entire length of Cassian’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip a few times before looking up at Cassian and taking the whole thing into his mouth. Cassian felt the tip of his dick hit the back of Azriel’s throat and the Shadowsinger sucked hard.
“Holy fuck,” Cassian grunted, his hips bucking against Azriel’s firm grip. Azriel didn’t let him move an inch as he continued to worship Cassian with his mouth.
Azriel’s efforts paused as he shifted slightly so Cassian’s ass was just off the edge of the bench. Azriel threw one of Cassian’s legs over his shoulder so Cassian was forced to rest his forearms behind him, shadows allowing the change in position just long enough then pinned him back down. With Cassian’s ass and hips off the bench, Azriel resumed his work and added a new technique. He continued a steady rhythm with his mouth and tongue then used his free hand to massage Cassian’s balls, adding another layer to the already mind blowing blow job Cassian was already receiving.
“Az…” Cassian breathed, Azriel continued. His eagerness to please Cassian was evident in his method. Each stroke he’d pull Cassian nearly out of his mouth before slowly taking him back in, all the way to the back of his throat.
“I can’t last much longer,” Cassian panted, the tingling sensation in his groin starting to build.
Then the shadows at Cassian’s wrists let loose and flowed down to their master, weaving their way down Azriel’s arms, then to his shoulders, then his back and waist. Cassian watched as they finally settled around Azriel’s cock, his desire evident. They began to move, a slow rolling movement that looked like a whirlpool of darkness. Azriel picked up his pace and Cassian let his now free hands dig deep into the Shadowsinger’s thick black hair, pushing and pulling in the same rhythm as Azriel.
The feeling of Azriel’ hair in his hands, the heat of the room, the remaining shadows licking his skin with their icy chill, it was too much. Cassian gripped Azriel’s head and tried to pull out but the suction Azriel had created with his mouth made sure his cock wasn’t going anywhere as he came. Azriel swallowed. Twice. Cassian was still riding the high of release when Azriel stood abruptly in front of Cassian’s partially seated, partially laying body. Azriel took one scarred hand and wrapped it around his cock and began pleasuring himself. Cassian watched in pure bliss as his partner got off to the sight of him but just as Azriel’s movements became a bit rushed, the Shadowsinger reached his free hand out and guided Cassian’s head toward him.
Cassian leaned up, though the position wasn’t the most comfortable, he knew what Azriel wanted. Azriel’s glorious erection was right in front of his face and all Cassian had to do was–
“Open,” Azriel purred.
Cassian obeyed and no sooner had he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue slightly, Azriel came. Cassian waited, mouth wide, as each drop gathered on the center of his tongue. He waited for Azriel to look him in the eye before he closed his mouth and swallowed dramatically.
“Good boy,” Azriel praised before pulling Cassian into his arms and walking to the showers lining the wall of the Birchin, “Let’s get you cleaned up, it’s almost time to go back for presents.”
“Happy Solstice, Az.” Cassian whispered as he let his head rest on Azriel’s shoulder.
Azriel kissed Cassian’s temple and whispered back, “Happy Solstice, My Love.”