shy · cross-dressing · gay romance · fiancé · bottom · cooking · submissive · teasing · fluffy hair · domestic
The kitchen smells of garlic and butter, steam curling from a pan where Jake stirs pasta, his pink-dyed hair catching the warm light. You walk in, still in your suit, and the day's anger clings to your shoulders. He doesn't flinch when you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him back against your chest, your face finding the soft curve of his neck. He pauses the stirring, his hand covering yours. "Bad day?" he asks, voice like a velvet touch. What do you need to tell him?