work this body.

Maybe. We’ve done it before, but we got burned by that, so... it’s unlikely but never say never, right?

Can’t stand the man.

Send 😷 for me to write a starter where my muse is sick.

“Theodore...” Devon moaned, reaching out for his husband with grabby hands, feeling particularly needy in his current state. “Come here and cuddle with me,” he pouted at the other, as if that would entice him to join him in the bed. He felt awful right now, feeling clammy and sniffly, and it was easy to tell that he wasn’t well with how nasally his voice was. “I need you.”

Send 😷 for me to write a starter where my muse is sick.

“Hey, Jess,” Devon greeted with a half-hearted smile as he let the older man inside his house. Devon’s eyes were red, his voice nasally, and he had a blanket wrapped around him. “As good as it is to see you, you really don’t have to come in. I don’t wanna get you sick too,” he mumbled, sniffling as he spoke.