Domestic Quest is the blissful sight ever, so simple, yet somehow so special. He isn’t even doing anything out of ordinary, just making sandwiches for your movie session later. It’s silly movie night, which means you’ll probably watch a kid’s movie, his favorite pick after guilty pleasure romcoms. What? Nothing wrong with a big guy being overly excited about a Barbie animated movie. His face is flushed, a sign of his walk down the park with Michelangelo in this unbelievably warm weather, and he was always one to get easily red. His movements are a bit messy and frenetic, wanting to finish it up as soon as possible to shower and spend time with you. It’s really nothing special, but it makes you feel so warm in each and every way. The way his tall form hunches over the countertop, clumsily working his way through his third sandwich, characteristically focused on making them interesting enough by combining different ingredients, is adorable.

Quest is very attentive to everything around the house, especially you and your wants, despite being so busy with work, it’s like he’s really trying to make the most of this holiday, even if you’re just staying home. It would be heart warming to anyone just how much he enjoys taking care of you in his free time, he’s a big fan of the domesticity of it all. Being able to have a family to take care of and somewhere to call home is way more than he expected for his life back in his early teen years. He wasn’t even sure he’d make it past eighteen, but here he is, and he always makes sure to show just how much he adores his domestic life. The dedication attractive, in a way. It absolutely has nothing to do with the fact his broad back and love bites adorned neck are basically calling out to you for attention. That’s just a bonus, okay?

“Angel, I’m trying to focus here. And I’m sweaty, you careless thing.” Despite his light teasing, he’s not opposed to your hands around his waist and mouth on his neck, not at all. It feels like a fever dream, one he doesn’t want to end, ever.