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Snowfall
for pie, who I love most
This isn't set after The King of Eternal Flame, but it would help to have read that one first.
The seasons come and go, marking the years as they pass. From the dry heat of summer to the chill of winter, time does not stop regardless of what it brings with it. Even with the Phoenix King burning, the world keeps turning and the seasons keep coming, even if everything feels just that little bit warmer with the magical fire burning. The summer is always a touch harsher, the usual heat reaching levels that could be dangerous without the right precaution. The winter never brings snow, the way it usually does.
The Wolf Knight always looks forward to the first snowfall after the Phoenix King's rebirth. It's a sign of the world settling back into its normal routine and more importantly, the Phoenix King has never lost his childlike excitement for the snow. Even if it's only in the privacy of his own courtyard, he'll enjoy the snow falling around him and that alone is enough to have the Wolf Knight develop a fondness for it too.
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"There's a chill in the air," Phoenix murmurs, smiling as Wolf brushes his long hair. "It will be winter soon. You know what that means."
"It means wrangling more layers onto you," Wolf mutters with a fond smile that Phoenix can't see. "Because you seem to forget that just because you're the Phoenix King, it doesn't mean you're actually made of flame."
"Lucky that I'm not," Phoenix chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to touch me, if I was. I don't know what I'd do, then."
"Well, luckily for both of us," Wolf grins, kissing the side of Phoenix's neck. "I touch you plenty."
"I don't know about plenty," Phoenix hums in thought. "I could do with more."
Wolf snorts quietly. "You could always do with more, regardless of how much I touch you."
"Still, you could always try…" Phoenix entices, undoing the tie on his robe.
"Phoenix," Wolf sighs. "We'll mess your hair up again, and I'm nearly done brushing it."
"I'll fix it afterwards," Phoenix replies. He bares a shoulder, glancing back at Wolf and smiling the sweet smile that Wolf still hasn't learned to resist, no matter how many centuries pass. "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do." There's a light growl to Wolf's words as he kisses Phoenix's shoulder, then gently bites it. "I always do."
"Good," Phoenix murmurs, as Wolf undresses him. Wolf strips out of his usual light armour, then presses Phoenix down onto the floor, on his hands and knees.
They fuck right there, in Phoenix's sitting room. It's a wonder that nobody walks in on them and when Wolf comments on this, Phoenix shudders with a soft, needy sound that makes Wolf's hips jerk just a little harder.
"The Phoenix King, being taken like a dog," Wolf murmurs, and Phoenix yelps as he comes, trembling through it. Wolf bites back a grin. That's definitely something he wants to explore in greater detail later. Phoenix bears back on him, clenching down until Wolf comes with a low moan. They're slow to pull apart, nuzzling against each other. Just as Wolf predicted, Phoenix's hair is a mess again, but he supposes that it's mostly his fault for tugging on it.
"You're always so good to me, puppy." Phoenix lets out a content sigh, leaning into Wolf's touch as he combs his fingers through Phoenix's hair. "I told you that I'd take care of my hair afterwards, though."
"Not just yet," Wolf murmurs, pulling out of Phoenix and running a hand through the mess between his thighs before rolling him onto his back. "I want you to stay like this for a little longer. I like it when you're a mess."
Phoenix smiles up at him. "You like it when you make a mess of me."
"I do," Wolf agrees, leaning in to kiss him gently. "I like making my mark."
Wolf's love burns just as constantly as phoenix fire, bright and hot and unchanging. Wolf has loved Phoenix since they counted their ages by tens instead of hundreds. There's nobody in the world who is even half as close to Phoenix, in age or in friendship, and Wolf has often wondered if the two are related. It's unusual, in a world of immortals, for children to be born mere months apart as they were. Perhaps, Wolf thinks, he was born to be a part of Phoenix, the way he is. Perhaps their love was fated, perhaps not, but Wolf can see the way Phoenix takes comfort in it. Even a Phoenix King must need a safe pair of arms to relax back into at the end of a day, or at the beginning of one.
"Do we have enough time for another bath before court?" Phoenix asks, stroking Wolf's cheek and watching him think.
"Together?" Wolf chuckles. "I don't think we'll have time for that, songbird. Perhaps later."
Phoenix pouts. "What's the point of being king if I can't delay court to fuck my husband?"
"Don't give me that," Wolf scolds lightly, biting Phoenix's lower lip. "I'm trying to be the well-behaved one, here. You're making it a little difficult for me."
"Later, then," Phoenix murmurs, sitting up and kissing Wolf deeply. "We only have a short day in court, after all. The wait won't be all that bad."
"That's the spirit," Wolf grins, letting Phoenix clean them both off with his magic.
By the early afternoon, when they're finally done with public court and council meetings, the air has a more pronounced chill to it. Wolf looks up at the overcast sky, his breath misting in front of him. He and Phoenix walk arm in arm, content with their comfortable silence as they pass through the gates of the royal grounds until they're alone in the innermost section of Phoenix's gardens, where the only guard allowed is Wolf himself.
"Are you waiting for the snow?" Wolf asks, kissing the warm skin under Phoenix's ear.
Phoenix is looking up at the sky with anticipation. There's a large tree in the middle of the garden with wide branches for shelter and Phoenix avoids walking too close to it, like he's afraid that its branches will keep the snow from him.
"It's coming," Phoenix whispers, and he's so attuned to the world around him that Wolf isn't even surprised when he sees the first few snowflakes drifting down towards them.
Shutting his eyes with a smile, Phoenix lets the snowflakes land on his face. Wolf watches, enthralled. Phoenix is always beautiful but now, he's radiant, ethereal, and Wolf can't look away.
"I remember," Phoenix says, opening his eyes and turning to Wolf. "You asked me to marry you in the middle of a snowstorm. There was snow everywhere. Nobody could do anything."
"And it still didn't stop you from going outside," Wolf remembers with a smile. "Even when the snow came up to our knees. You'd wander off every time I looked away and I'd always find you in the snow, no matter how cold it was."
"You'd always warm me up again," Phoenix points out. "You'd press your body against mine, no matter how cold I was."
"You'd never get all that cold, though," Wolf murmurs. "I don't think your magic would let you. But sure, I'll take the credit."
Phoenix laughs softly, turning to Wolf and kissing him. "I'd never complain about having your hands on me."
"I know that," Wolf huffs with amusement as Phoenix takes his hands, guiding them between the folds of his robes. "You're insatiable, songbird."
"I waited all morning," Phoenix replies, loosening the tie on his robe so Wolf can move his hands more freely. "I think I've done well."
"You want me to take you apart out here?" Wolf asks, fingers trailing across Phoenix's stomach. "Do you think that your moans would echo through the gardens?"
"Oh, puppy—" Phoenix gasps as Wolf manhandles him, turning him around and pushing him towards the tree.
"Hands on the tree trunk," Wolf instructs. "Keep them there. You're not allowed to touch yourself if you want my hands on you."
"Okay," Phoenix agrees readily. "I won't touch. I promise. Please."
Wolf smiles to himself, sliding his hands under Phoenix's clothes again. He's slow about the way he strokes his hands over Phoenix's chest, fingers teasing at his nipples before sliding further down, over his stomach.
"Oh, you awful tease," Phoenix whines, leaning into Wolf's touch, but he keeps his hands where they are. "Please, puppy."
"Patience, my love," Wolf chuckles, his fingers finally wrapping around Phoenix's cock. He isn't even surprised to find that Phoenix is already hard. He strokes firmly, feeling Phoenix shudder against him, cock growing harder.
"Faster," Phoenix breathes, making Wolf chuckle.
"It's cute that you think you're in charge," Wolf murmurs, kissing Phoenix's shoulder. He keeps his pace steady, earning a low whine of protest.
"I-I'm the—ah—k-k-king—"
"You're stammering," Wolf replies, cupping Phoenix's balls with his free hand, massaging them gently. "What was that?"
"Wolf." Phoenix sounds desperate, his voice strained. He's close to coming and Wolf keeps his hand moving back and forth steadily, sliding easier with the precome leaking from Phoenix's cock.
"Do you like that, songbird?" Wolf murmurs, kissing along Phoenix's jaw. "Are you going to sing for me?"
Phoenix does, moaning long and loud. It echoes in the courtyard and Wolf grins at the way it makes Phoenix shudder with pleasure.
"Your turn," Phoenix says, turning around and undoing Wolf's robes.
"I won't take long," Wolf admits. "Not after having you squirming against me."
"I could feel it," Phoenix smiles, stroking Wolf firmly. "You're so hard for me, darling heart."
Wolf nuzzles against Phoenix's neck, moaning softly. True to his word, he comes quickly enough. Phoenix pulls his hand away with a pleased hum, sucking his fingers clean.
"Mm, come here," Wolf murmurs, pulling Phoenix into a deep kiss, tasting himself on his lover's tongue.
"So, how about that bath?" Phoenix asks, raising an eyebrow. "We don't have anywhere else to be for the rest of the day. We can take our time with each other."
"You really are insatiable," Wolf snorts, pressing another kiss to Phoenix's lips. "Come on, then. Lead the way."
This isn't set after The King of Eternal Flame, but it would help to have read that one first.
The seasons come and go, marking the years as they pass. From the dry heat of summer to the chill of winter, time does not stop regardless of what it brings with it. Even with the Phoenix King burning, the world keeps turning and the seasons keep coming, even if everything feels just that little bit warmer with the magical fire burning. The summer is always a touch harsher, the usual heat reaching levels that could be dangerous without the right precaution. The winter never brings snow, the way it usually does.
The Wolf Knight always looks forward to the first snowfall after the Phoenix King's rebirth. It's a sign of the world settling back into its normal routine and more importantly, the Phoenix King has never lost his childlike excitement for the snow. Even if it's only in the privacy of his own courtyard, he'll enjoy the snow falling around him and that alone is enough to have the Wolf Knight develop a fondness for it too.
"There's a chill in the air," Phoenix murmurs, smiling as Wolf brushes his long hair. "It will be winter soon. You know what that means."
"It means wrangling more layers onto you," Wolf mutters with a fond smile that Phoenix can't see. "Because you seem to forget that just because you're the Phoenix King, it doesn't mean you're actually made of flame."
"Lucky that I'm not," Phoenix chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to touch me, if I was. I don't know what I'd do, then."
"Well, luckily for both of us," Wolf grins, kissing the side of Phoenix's neck. "I touch you plenty."
"I don't know about plenty," Phoenix hums in thought. "I could do with more."
Wolf snorts quietly. "You could always do with more, regardless of how much I touch you."
"Still, you could always try…" Phoenix entices, undoing the tie on his robe.
"Phoenix," Wolf sighs. "We'll mess your hair up again, and I'm nearly done brushing it."
"I'll fix it afterwards," Phoenix replies. He bares a shoulder, glancing back at Wolf and smiling the sweet smile that Wolf still hasn't learned to resist, no matter how many centuries pass. "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do." There's a light growl to Wolf's words as he kisses Phoenix's shoulder, then gently bites it. "I always do."
"Good," Phoenix murmurs, as Wolf undresses him. Wolf strips out of his usual light armour, then presses Phoenix down onto the floor, on his hands and knees.
They fuck right there, in Phoenix's sitting room. It's a wonder that nobody walks in on them and when Wolf comments on this, Phoenix shudders with a soft, needy sound that makes Wolf's hips jerk just a little harder.
"The Phoenix King, being taken like a dog," Wolf murmurs, and Phoenix yelps as he comes, trembling through it. Wolf bites back a grin. That's definitely something he wants to explore in greater detail later. Phoenix bears back on him, clenching down until Wolf comes with a low moan. They're slow to pull apart, nuzzling against each other. Just as Wolf predicted, Phoenix's hair is a mess again, but he supposes that it's mostly his fault for tugging on it.
"You're always so good to me, puppy." Phoenix lets out a content sigh, leaning into Wolf's touch as he combs his fingers through Phoenix's hair. "I told you that I'd take care of my hair afterwards, though."
"Not just yet," Wolf murmurs, pulling out of Phoenix and running a hand through the mess between his thighs before rolling him onto his back. "I want you to stay like this for a little longer. I like it when you're a mess."
Phoenix smiles up at him. "You like it when you make a mess of me."
"I do," Wolf agrees, leaning in to kiss him gently. "I like making my mark."
Wolf's love burns just as constantly as phoenix fire, bright and hot and unchanging. Wolf has loved Phoenix since they counted their ages by tens instead of hundreds. There's nobody in the world who is even half as close to Phoenix, in age or in friendship, and Wolf has often wondered if the two are related. It's unusual, in a world of immortals, for children to be born mere months apart as they were. Perhaps, Wolf thinks, he was born to be a part of Phoenix, the way he is. Perhaps their love was fated, perhaps not, but Wolf can see the way Phoenix takes comfort in it. Even a Phoenix King must need a safe pair of arms to relax back into at the end of a day, or at the beginning of one.
"Do we have enough time for another bath before court?" Phoenix asks, stroking Wolf's cheek and watching him think.
"Together?" Wolf chuckles. "I don't think we'll have time for that, songbird. Perhaps later."
Phoenix pouts. "What's the point of being king if I can't delay court to fuck my husband?"
"Don't give me that," Wolf scolds lightly, biting Phoenix's lower lip. "I'm trying to be the well-behaved one, here. You're making it a little difficult for me."
"Later, then," Phoenix murmurs, sitting up and kissing Wolf deeply. "We only have a short day in court, after all. The wait won't be all that bad."
"That's the spirit," Wolf grins, letting Phoenix clean them both off with his magic.
By the early afternoon, when they're finally done with public court and council meetings, the air has a more pronounced chill to it. Wolf looks up at the overcast sky, his breath misting in front of him. He and Phoenix walk arm in arm, content with their comfortable silence as they pass through the gates of the royal grounds until they're alone in the innermost section of Phoenix's gardens, where the only guard allowed is Wolf himself.
"Are you waiting for the snow?" Wolf asks, kissing the warm skin under Phoenix's ear.
Phoenix is looking up at the sky with anticipation. There's a large tree in the middle of the garden with wide branches for shelter and Phoenix avoids walking too close to it, like he's afraid that its branches will keep the snow from him.
"It's coming," Phoenix whispers, and he's so attuned to the world around him that Wolf isn't even surprised when he sees the first few snowflakes drifting down towards them.
Shutting his eyes with a smile, Phoenix lets the snowflakes land on his face. Wolf watches, enthralled. Phoenix is always beautiful but now, he's radiant, ethereal, and Wolf can't look away.
"I remember," Phoenix says, opening his eyes and turning to Wolf. "You asked me to marry you in the middle of a snowstorm. There was snow everywhere. Nobody could do anything."
"And it still didn't stop you from going outside," Wolf remembers with a smile. "Even when the snow came up to our knees. You'd wander off every time I looked away and I'd always find you in the snow, no matter how cold it was."
"You'd always warm me up again," Phoenix points out. "You'd press your body against mine, no matter how cold I was."
"You'd never get all that cold, though," Wolf murmurs. "I don't think your magic would let you. But sure, I'll take the credit."
Phoenix laughs softly, turning to Wolf and kissing him. "I'd never complain about having your hands on me."
"I know that," Wolf huffs with amusement as Phoenix takes his hands, guiding them between the folds of his robes. "You're insatiable, songbird."
"I waited all morning," Phoenix replies, loosening the tie on his robe so Wolf can move his hands more freely. "I think I've done well."
"You want me to take you apart out here?" Wolf asks, fingers trailing across Phoenix's stomach. "Do you think that your moans would echo through the gardens?"
"Oh, puppy—" Phoenix gasps as Wolf manhandles him, turning him around and pushing him towards the tree.
"Hands on the tree trunk," Wolf instructs. "Keep them there. You're not allowed to touch yourself if you want my hands on you."
"Okay," Phoenix agrees readily. "I won't touch. I promise. Please."
Wolf smiles to himself, sliding his hands under Phoenix's clothes again. He's slow about the way he strokes his hands over Phoenix's chest, fingers teasing at his nipples before sliding further down, over his stomach.
"Oh, you awful tease," Phoenix whines, leaning into Wolf's touch, but he keeps his hands where they are. "Please, puppy."
"Patience, my love," Wolf chuckles, his fingers finally wrapping around Phoenix's cock. He isn't even surprised to find that Phoenix is already hard. He strokes firmly, feeling Phoenix shudder against him, cock growing harder.
"Faster," Phoenix breathes, making Wolf chuckle.
"It's cute that you think you're in charge," Wolf murmurs, kissing Phoenix's shoulder. He keeps his pace steady, earning a low whine of protest.
"I-I'm the—ah—k-k-king—"
"You're stammering," Wolf replies, cupping Phoenix's balls with his free hand, massaging them gently. "What was that?"
"Wolf." Phoenix sounds desperate, his voice strained. He's close to coming and Wolf keeps his hand moving back and forth steadily, sliding easier with the precome leaking from Phoenix's cock.
"Do you like that, songbird?" Wolf murmurs, kissing along Phoenix's jaw. "Are you going to sing for me?"
Phoenix does, moaning long and loud. It echoes in the courtyard and Wolf grins at the way it makes Phoenix shudder with pleasure.
"Your turn," Phoenix says, turning around and undoing Wolf's robes.
"I won't take long," Wolf admits. "Not after having you squirming against me."
"I could feel it," Phoenix smiles, stroking Wolf firmly. "You're so hard for me, darling heart."
Wolf nuzzles against Phoenix's neck, moaning softly. True to his word, he comes quickly enough. Phoenix pulls his hand away with a pleased hum, sucking his fingers clean.
"Mm, come here," Wolf murmurs, pulling Phoenix into a deep kiss, tasting himself on his lover's tongue.
"So, how about that bath?" Phoenix asks, raising an eyebrow. "We don't have anywhere else to be for the rest of the day. We can take our time with each other."
"You really are insatiable," Wolf snorts, pressing another kiss to Phoenix's lips. "Come on, then. Lead the way."
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I LOVE IT
PERFECT
SO CUTE
noooooo//////////////
and the snow makes it so chrissmassy
ilu ;o;
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