i’m in such dire need of domestic tedependent lately.
ted running his hands through trent’s hair, nails light on his scalp as they watch a film and keep up a little commentary throughout
bumping shoulders by the bathroom sink as their eyelids are drooping but ted’s waggling brows never fail to make trent snicker and lean into him more
ted throwing the blankets over the two of them and snuggling so close to trent, every sharper angle of trent’s body fitting so nicely with ted’s softer edges.
and even if ted runs hot and trent will kick him away in half an hour, trent can’t help but press ever closer with a private smile and ted loops their pinky fingers together between their stomachs
and neither ever dreamed they’d be gifted someone this wonderful to spend their life with. yet here they are, in love and soft with it