An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Without breaking their eye contact, Chay raises the bottle and presses it against Kim’s mouth. “Open up,” he says, low and serpentine, and watches the exact moment when Kim’s head catches up with his intent. There’s an audible hitch in his breath, before his eyes glaze over and his lips part—just like he’d expected. or; Kim and Chay's friends make some assumptions about their bedroom preferences. Chay does not agree. Kim suffers (and loves it).

















