Helping Your D-Partner Manage Stress (Pt. 1)
Getting Dex worked up was definitely one of Nursey’s favorite things to do. He was always wound so tight that he seemed a hairsbreadth away from actually combusting when they argued. It was like nature intentionally designed him that way and then made his entire body a warning sign: bright copper hair, bright amber eyes, and a bright tomato-red blush anytime his emotions were above a seven or below a three on a scale from one to ten. Seeing Dex flustered was like an interactive work of performance art, and Nursey honestly couldn’t stand to see such a well designed piece go without an audience.
Seeing Dex worked up constantly and for seemingly no reason, however, was proof that the Devil was real and very much wanted the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team to suffer.
“Dude,” Holster asked, voice pitched low enough to make sure that Dex couldn’t hear him. “How long do you think it’s been since he got, you know, laid?”