#wild0nex

"You've only heard his point of view. You never asked mine."

          “ a tattoo? ” he echoes, though that much must have been OBVIOUS — the other male had walked into his shop, after all. “ do you — have anything in mind? ” he takes out one of his portfolios all the same, the way he usually does in order to give his clients IDEAS in case they had none. “ i’ve got a couple of designs right here. ”

he’s letting out a grunt at the other’s weight, lids flying open lazily — only to grow wider once he sees the male on top of him. “ eli? baby, what are you doing? ” he asks, voice heavy with sleep — barely aware of the half-mast he was sporting.

addie: text me when you are able to use your phone. ily.

he's in the kitchen when he hears the front door open, elbows leaning against the counter as he peers over a cookbook. " in here, " he calls out, suddenly hyperaware of the uniform he had made over two months ago, cheeks flushing as a result. he tries to stamp down his nerves, though, and instead schools his features into an all-too-innocent smile.

"Heaving devotion, but it's just no good. Taking it hard, just like I knew you would."