Twelfth Night, by selfinduced
Dom watches the way Matt’s tongue presses into the inside corner of his mouth as he concentrates on Dom’s sunburn, and something inside him that’s been threatening to break all day, that he’s been holding together with everything he has, that seems to start shaking apart even more whenever anyone is remotely kind, is rising up again. And here is Matthew bloody Daddario, with his kind eyes and capable hands and his wide, luscious mouth, curving like it has no bloody clue how devastating it is all the bloody time.
Adult. This is my favourite Sherdario thing ever. Just… the dialogue, the interactions, the sexiness, it’s all so perfect!