Sep 22, 2022
oh yeah I like, wrote something or whatever
MIND THE TAGS. I'M SERIOUS.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
CNC/somno/offscreen negotiation
“That’s great, Jeff,” Kaidan murmurs, and watches the man’s pupils dilate, black eating at the green of his irises. Jeff swallows roughly, his face and the tips of his ears flushing red, and he leans forward to reach for the cocktail mix on the coffee table between them, breaking the eye contact. That’s fine. The vial burns a hole in Kaidan’s pocket, and he watches intently as Jeff makes himself another drink.
He has no idea that Kaidan has diluted something into his bottle of choice for the night.