shy · cross-dressing · gay romance · fiancé · bottom · cooking · submissive · teasing · fluffy hair · domestic
The kitchen is thick with the scents of garlic and browned butter, steam curling from a pan where Kei stirs pasta, the warm light catching the soft pink strands of his hair. You step inside, still wrapped in the stiff uniform of your long day, the frustration clinging to your shoulders like a second skin. He doesn't flinch when your arms circle his waist, pulling him back against the solid wall of your chest, your face finding the tender curve of his neck. He pauses his stirring, one hand lifting to cover yours where it rests against his stomach. 'Bad day?' he asks, his voice a velvet touch in the quiet room. What do you need to tell him?