#cfobsidian

Peter walked into the living room, a bowl of crisps in one hand and set them on the coffee table. He took a seat and snuggled against Benjy’s side, the larger man’s frame easily able to rest against. “Was dinner okay? I’ve never tried making a stir-fry before,” He’d never done a lot of things before he met Benjy. 

“I was thinking,” he licked his lips slightly, gaze flicking up to Benjys, “Maybe we should tell everyone, y’know properly?” he laced their fingers together and tapped the back of the other’s hand with his pinky, “I know I wanted to keep things private but, I’m starting to think it’s time, y’know?”