You know I’m a sucker for anything Azris. Literally anything take your pick.
I’m personally a fan of gentle/comfort like forehead touches, hair care etc…
But seriously whatever floats your Azris boat🤍
Late for Dinner | Azris fluff
"What's wrong?"
Azriel smiled into Eris' neck. The male had stiffened slightly before relaxing into the sudden crush of Azriel's hug. "Absolutely nothing."
A low chuckle brushed his ear. "We are in my office, you know."
"I know," Azriel pulled his head back, keeping his arms wrapped around his mate's waist. "It's also dinner time. Everyone else left hours ago."
"No, it isn't," Eris groaned, tipping his head back in feigned annoyance to peek out the open office door.
Azriel just laughed. Eris knew Azriel wasn't lying, and Azriel knew he found it incredibly irritating.
Living in a home which also contains your office provides some unique challenges. There would be no one there to see, because everyone truly had gone home. Eris had told them centuries ago not to worry about letting him know when they left for the day, so they all left at the appropriate times. This also meant Eris often forgot when the end of the day was, which meant he was often late for dinner.
"It was only 3 last time I looked at the clock."
"Well, then you last looked at your clock four hours ago."
"Seven! I-" Eris exclaimed. He turned quickly to look at the clock, and a lock of hair fell from where he had brushed it behind his ear.
Eris was growing his hair out again. Azriel loved it. He loved the way it would fall into Eris' eyes when the autumn wind would blow it out of place. He loved stroking the strands between his fingers, which was easier the longer Eris' hair was. Most of all, he loved what he knew was coming next: Eris' slight annoyance at having to keep it orderly in the in-between stages of short and long.
"Seriously," the male huffed. He lifted a hand, but Azriel quickly stilled it with one of his own.
"Let me," Azriel offered.
"As you wish," Eris teased with an amused smile. Azriel brushed the hair from his mate's face with gentle fingers, slowly tracing the shell of his ear as he tucked the hair back into place.
"Better?"
"Yes." Eris gazed at him with amused adoration. "Thank you, love."
Azriel leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Eris'. "You're welcome."
