#wardog writes

Uea doesn’t remember the precise chain of events that led them here. But somewhere between gently handwashing each other and then drying off, between a few bites of fruit and sips of water, King had said something or looked at him a certain way, and Uea had snapped. Had dragged them to bed, and set about ruining his lover in the most thorough ways he knew how. Tomorrow, he might even manage to feel bad about it.