False Confidence

Pillow Talk

Alex

Azriel's surprisingly soft lips felt natural against my own, morphing onto mine like raw clay. I gazed up curiously as he hovered over me. I tilted my head slightly to get a look at his arms which were pressed on the bed on both sides of my head. They were strong and sculpted, not super big, but I didn't like body builders anyway. His defined and broad shoulders were much more alluring this way regardless.

I only observed in amusement as Azriel's hard stomach was revealed with his forward motion. A slim waist with a still tight stomach which revealed a faint ab or two if he flexed correctly. His body was that of an acrobat, and looked like it belonged in a museum, amongst the other marble statues.

Oh, but his face.

I blinked up as Azriel's dangling necklace tapped me in the nose, his face now brought down to my own. Azriel's white and silver lashes were long and thick, and the illuminated citrine angled eyes beneath had me believing they were real. Azriel's nose was slim from the front but from the side you could notice a straight bridge, just as defined as his slim face and sharp jawline.

His eyes darkened, turning half lidded as I traced his collarbone with a finger.

The last thing I got a glimpse before he switched off the lights was his playful and full lips smiling, the bottom lip slightly smaller than the top one.

Azriel was sent from Heaven above.

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Azriel Huang

I blinked down at Alex, who smiled shyly in my arms. His head rested on my  right bicep while my free arm curled around his torso. It was well into morning, my white drapes not doing much to block out the sunlight. We had been together officially for about three weeks and I don't think I've ever felt so happy in a relationship before. Everyone I'd ever been with was a one night thing or a short term relationship. Now I could safely admit Nora was the Cupid incarnate-but only in my head. If I ever told her, I'd never hear the end of it.

"So, are you going to Wren's big Halloween party? I heard he was born on the same day so it's supposed to be big." Alex inquired, a small smile gracing his lips.

"That dick? He's already inviting people? There's still like, three weeks until Halloween." I scoffed.

"Hmph, answer the question." He pouted.

"...I'll go but only cause you're cute." My heart warmed at the adorable giggle he released as I began kissing every inch his face, I rolled him on top of me and wrapped the edge of the blanket over his head like it was a hood. His laughs slowly faded as we sat in silence.

"Hey can I ask something stupid?" Alex questioned, looking from my lips to my eyes.

"Shoot." I replied, intrigued.

"How are you so...popular? You're into boys and really open about it so it's just been confusing me."

"...Our school isn't very homophobic if you haven't noticed and I think sometimes people forget because I have things with girls too." I answered after pondering the most inconspicuous response. I nearly chuckled outright after conjuring up an image of what would really happen if I had told him the truth. "Oh yeah, well I'm a werewolf and surprise!! Most of the school is too and homophobia never made sense to us and as a species we didn't know it existed until interaction with humans!!"

I exhaled deeply in relief as he gave a slow nod, satisfied with my answer. Alex nestled a cheek against my chest, and smiled thinking that if he was able to, he'd probably be purring right about now. Alex glanced up, matching my expression as he inched up for a kiss. It was tentative and sweet, letting our lips form together naturally. It was tantalizing and left me in a daze.

"Ale-"

"Honey, I was thinking we could have a little fami-" My mom stopped in her tracks from where she stood at the entrance of my room, a palm braced on the door and her other clutched onto a forgotten phone. "I am so sorry." She said before turning around.

Alex hopped up from where he was, grabbing his clothes from the floor as well as mine. He slipped them on in a panicked manor, clearing his throat awkwardly. I did the same, my face heated.

"M-mom, uh, I thought you and dad had something in California?" I asked confusedly, smoothing my t-shirt out.

"Cancelled flight, we leave tonight though." She sighed with exasperation. As if forgetting what she walked in on, the stress distracting her. "It seems you have company over so bring him to have breakfast with us once your ready." My mom added tightly, like she was holding back laughter. My mom scurried from the room, gently closing the door behind her.

I groaned, already knowing she was probably going to relay the information to dad and gossip about it with all her pack friends. Before she would've been angry but her and I had a long, albeit uncomfortable, talk about my sex life. We eventually came to an agreement and now it was nothing more than an awkward mishap that occurred once in a while. Due to me thinking they're out and forgetting to lock the door, and my mom never knocking.

"Uh, I think we should go down now." Alex suggested, shuffling his feet.

I offered him an encouraging smile, taking his hand in my own as we trekked the distance to the kitchen. Rounding the final corner, I spied Mom's tawny hair pulled into a loose bun as she bustled around the kitchen, precisely arranging wild flowers on butter milk pancakes as she set the table. My dad was flipping through documents on the wooden dining table in the sun room, moving out of the way occasionally for mom's meticulous effort in straightening the table wear.

I sighed through my nose, leading Alex into the comforting warmth of the sun room. My dad's eyes shot up as he heard our approach, a toothy grin spread on his lips.

"You must be the 'company.'" My dad stated, motioning for us to take a seat.

Alex only nodded with a smile as mom prepared to join us, bringing over a pitcher of whatever exotic fruit juice she had whipped up in the garden. She set it down before taking her own seat, readjusting her hair while being the first to pick up her fork. Slowly we all started to begin eating, taking stabs at the fluffy pancakes, the wildflowers adding a fresh kick to it that paired nicely with the juice.

"Y'know, this is the first time I've seen Azriel stick to one person for so long." My dad stated gruffly, cutting into his fresh fruit with a smirk. I gave him a nasty stare, trying to inform him to cut it out with my eyes.

"I have my charm." Alex replied in turn, the mock confidence cute on his usually demure self. My mom's soft laugh filled the room as smooth conversation circulated the table. I couldn't help but smile down at Alex as he chatted animatedly with my parents.

This was peaceful. Bliss.