( he wasn't really expecting a sex dungeon, but oliver isn't exactly surprised either.

chris didn't seem like the sort, but he seemed comfortable enough with himself to have something like this if he really wanted it. which, clearly, he opted for. it's cute. it suits chris, the more he does think about it. he hadn't forgotten about the marks around his neck, there's a reason they're still there, but oliver just. lifts a hand up to press his hand against the side of his throat. wrinkles his nose, brows furrowing. when his head turns into the touch on his neck, black ink lettering etched into the white of his right eye becomes barely visible out of the inside corner. )

I'm fine. ( he could mention jessica's network post and the mess that came along with it but that feels like overkill. ) I tried to kill my dominant because he absolutely deserved it, he got the upper hand for a minute, but he's dead now anyway. Everything's done and over with, I feel way better than I look.