Matt’s lips are pressed to that point on Dom’s jaw that he’d put aloe on himself, and Dom almost laughs desperately as Matt kisses again, a little higher up, so the pain slides fully into pleasurable. Yes homo then.
This is wonderful – bittersweet, so full of feelings and delicious attraction…
RPF. Matthew Daddario, Dominic Sherwood. Sherdario. Fluff. Note: I saw this video and I had to.
Filming’s run late again and before Matt knows it, it’s 3 a.m. and rain has started to fall, icy drops splattering down his parka and drenching Alec’s artfully deconstructed boots. He’s been standing in the same puddle of mud for the past ten minutes, the umbrella he’s holding doing nothing to stop the lower half of his body from getting absolutely drenched in back splatter.
It’s been a bitch of a shoot and Matt would have been in a terrible mood had it not been for the company; they’re shooting a parabatai scene today and Dom’s as unsinkable as he always is.
Matt sort of hates him for it, but just a little bit.
“Hey,” Matt says around a yawn. He’s not surprised to find Dom barefoot in the kitchen, wearing boxers and one of Matt’s sweaters with the sleeves scrunched up past his elbows. It’s too big for him and Matt loves it.
