hello i think Neil Gaiman and Taika Waititi should meet up and have tea and a chat about their gay little stories and gay little wet cat characters. i think it would just be neat
find me when the party's over, ride home with your head on my shoulder (E, 24k)
After such a long day Alex could really use an Advil, a hot shower, even hotter food, some cozy pajamas, and maybe a movie or two on low volume until he slips into bed early for some much needed sleep.
And the absolute last thing he needs to see is Henry, his roommate and best friend of three years, stark naked in the middle of their living room floor on his knees, cheeks flushed and tied from shoulders to thighs with some kind of elaborate, kinky rope-thing.
“Fucking shit, Henry. What the fuck?”
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[or, five times henry kind-of sort-of doms alex on accident and one time he definitely does it on purpose]