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    Milo                             Hendrix. ♛ 29 | model you in the presence of a king s c r a t c h t h a t you in the presence of a god

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Well…you have to post a picture for me to do so.” Maverick laughed, though it was breathless as he arched his back, enjoying the feeling of Milo’s body against his, “Whatever you say.” He undid the button on his jeans, sliding them down and off of his hips as he kissed the other. “Is this what you do with all the guys you ask to live with you?” he teased, sliding his fingers through Milo’s short hair to get a good grip. “What was it you wanted me to say? That’s right. Fuck me, papi.”

“I don’t ask any guys to live with me so no, just you,” he said with a grin. Then Maverick’s next words had Milo stopping in his tracks. It only took him a second to burst out laughing, his head falling onto the other man’s chest. “I don’t think you should ever say that again.” He tried to speak through the laughter, but it ended up sounding like he was losing his breath. “Lo siento, lo siento, but I’m trying really hard to stop laughing right now.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Just fuck me and call me pretty, love.” Maverick echoed, a grin on his face as he met Milo’s kiss. He pressed as close as possible this time, not wanting to let go. He shoved the box off the couch, moving to pull Milo down onto him instead, “Good thing where there’s a couch, there’s a way.”

“You’re pretty when I fuck you. Is that good enough for you? Because I still haven’t gotten my X-rated Instagram comments from you,” he joked. He tried his best not to let their lips lose contact as the pizza box was shoved away and he was pulled on top of Maverick. Hips grinding against the other’s for a moment, he moved his hands to try to undo Maverick’s jeans. “Take these off.” Then he moved to pull his own shirt off, working on his own jeans afterwards. 

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Mhm, I’m really nice,” Maverick kissed the other once more, though more slowly and deliberate this time before he began to remove himself completely, “Sure, sure. Pizza it is.” He leaned away this time, reaching for the box and setting it onto the couch beside Milo this time. Maverick settled himself back on the other’s lap, raising an eyebrow, “There you go.”

The pizza was bound to be cold now and there was nothing he hated more than cold pizza. So he simply looked between the box and Maverick for a second. As soon as the other had made his place on Milo’s lap again, he grabbed his face and pulled him in to press his lips to Mav’s again. It was only for a few seconds though. “I think I really want to carry you to my bed right now, but I don’t think I can make it there.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

It took everything in him not to laugh, only smiling as he looked back at Milo. Maverick adjusted on the other’s lap, “accidentally” grinding down a little more as he leaned forward to drag his mouth against the other’s, “Sure, tesoro. One slice of pizza, coming right up.” He couldn’t reach the box from his position, however, and he turned back to meet Milo’s gaze, “I can’t reach it, guess I’ll just have to move.”

This was a losing game for Milo. He was sure of it. Maverick was trying his damn best, but so was he. Giving up at the first move? No, he would never. But he was sure certain parts of his anatomy would force his hand sooner rather than later. “Yep.” That was all he could muster up saying. Then, when he finally could formulate words, he said something. “That would be so fucking nice of you to go out of your way to get me my pizza.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“It sounds better when I say it,” Maverick argued, deepening the kiss as best he could from where he was straddling the other’s lap. He bumped their noses together, barely pulling away, “Fine, eat your pizza. Guess I’ll just sit here and wait.”

“It kinda does. I still want my fire and eggplant emojis.” Once their lips were apart, it took everything within him to not lean in again. At this point, he was just trying not to give in so easily. Even though it was sure to not be the case in a few minutes. “I will eat my pizza, thank you very much.” Milo barely moved from his position, his hands gripping the couch next to him. His mouth tilted forward for a second only to pull away again. “Please pass me my pizza,” he stated through a very labored breath. It was clear the pizza plans were canceled, but Milo was nothing but persistent in not being so easily swayed. Although things were surely not going to be so easy, he was definitely going to try to eat that pizza.

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Shut up,” Maverick huffed out a breath, pressing his mouth to Milo’s after he was teased. “I don’t have much stuff, but yeah. As long as you don’t charge me a crazy amount of rent, then I’ll stay.”

He pressed his lips to Maverick’s again, not really wanting that short kiss to end as quickly as it did. “I promise I won’t. Just tell me you love me and call me pretty,” he said, mimicking Maverick’s previous words to him. “And maybe let me eat my pizza, too.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Caro mio, you don’t mean that.” Maverick wanted to backtrack a little, since sure – he could see himself staying there every night. But that was a big move; was Milo even ready for that? “That’d be…like – I don’t know. You know I would.”

“Why wouldn’t I mean that? Mi casa es su casa.” To be honest, the words had left Milo’s mouth randomly. He hadn’t even expected to say them. So, when he did, he knew it wasn’t just to say it. He actually meant it. “That’s be like living together. What a thought.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t know what you have going on or whatever in the morning, but I don’t want to go home. No one’s around very often and…you know.” He felt awkward asking, considering this was Milo’s home and Maverick didn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend. The one who didn’t know when to leave.

Milo had to sort of refrain from laughing at the question. Although Maverick was being serious, Milo had thought it was a given that he’d want his boyfriend to spend the night with him. “I didn’t think you needed to ask. I kind of just expected you would stay. You could stay every night if you wanted to.”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“I think you’ll be fine, but…okay, I won’t post it,” Maverick hadn’t even taken a picture, but he managed to make his way onto Milo’s lap instead of on the couch, pressing a kiss against his mouth, “You love me, right?”

“Yeah...please don’t.” As much as he would’ve liked to think otherwise, Milo was definitely the kind of person who cared far too much about his image. Before he could even realize what was happening, Maverick was already on his lap. “Yeah. Why?”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“Honestly, with your metabolism, it probably eats that shit up faster than it can turn into calories,” Maverick huffed, only slightly jealous. He rubbed Milo’s arm, moving to get as close as possible without disturbing the pizza slice, “That’s all that matters, really. I’m gonna get a ton of followers on instagram the moment I post your cute face stuffed with all that pizza.”

“I don’t have a high metabolism, Mav. It’s going to sit right there and pack on weight. It’s going to be horrible and I’m not here for it.” He usually dealt with eating a lot a certain way, but since he was trying not to do that, he would probably have to limit himself now. Milo turned towards Maverick as the other man moved closer. “Please don’t do that. I couldn’t handle the backlash if I was caught stuffing my face with pizza. I’m not Gigi Hadid eating burgers and shit publicly.” Then he muttered under his breath. “How does she look so good still?”

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

Maverick let out a breath, rubbing his neck as he sat down by Milo, looking at the pizza. “It went alright? Why not good? You always look good on camera,” he said with a half smile, running his fingers through Milo’s hair before he sighed, “I didn’t do much else. It was…a long day.”

“I don’t know. It was just alright. And no, I don’t always look good on camera. You know how many selfies I take before I get the right one?” He put the pizza down for a second, letting his tongue run over his teeth. “I shouldn’t eat an entire half of this pizza,” he said quickly before biting into the slice again. Chewing slowly, he looked at Maverick. “Yeah. I could tell. You’re here with me now though,” he said with a smile.

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REGINA ;; @rcginasalazar·

“Mmmm,” she groaned beneath the duvet, shifting under its weight as reality came pouring into the fabric of an otherwise peaceful sleep. “Fine. I’m getting it… I’m—” Her arm reached out and clasped the vibrating device before a lazy swipe of her finger turned it off entirely. “Beautiful silence.” Tossing her phone somewhere onto the carpet below, she sighed and ran fingers through Milo’s mussed bedhead. “What day is it?”

Milo was thankful that she had gotten to the phone. The silence was the sweetest sound he could think of right now. “Finally.” He let out a sigh as Regina ran her fingers through his hair. His eyes definitely stayed closed considering the hangover he was sure would be made worse by the light streaming in through the windows. “Uh...I don’t know. Is it Thursday? Day after Halloween?”

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TERI ;; @terihendrix​

“Thanks for taking a walk in my shoes, I guess.” His reassurance wasn’t terribly convincing to begin with, anyway. At Milo’s reactionary expressions and quick divergence around her words, it perhaps encouraged an almost eagerness in the brunette. A fleeting desire to prove herself to an older brother she never had. And then it was gone. “What? Not a fan of compliments Over the top— That sounds… exhausting. What’s the biggest one you’ve seen?”

“I’m just a good samaritan sometimes. I guess.” He surely wasn’t. Milo was as selfish as it got most of the time. The only thing that kept him from being completely unbearable was the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve more often than not. “I’m a fan of compliments, but just not right now. No offense to you.” He didn’t even know who she was so he wasn’t actually meaning to offend her. Even though he wore his heart on his sleeve, he was not going to let some stranger in on the thoughts circling around in his head. “The biggest one? There’s one uptown. House goes all out every year. People take pictures there all the time. Looks decent enough.”

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KIAN ;; @kianhendrix·

“You should know better than to question anything that Abel does, hermano.” Kian chuckled, standing up from the corner of his bed and taking a seat next to him. “A discussion that can wait of course.” she finished. Kian had ben so caught up with her own life that she sometimes forgot to check up on her brothers every now and then, which is why she was thankful for Regina and Emilie - but also a reminder that she should do better as a sister. Especially since she was the last Hendrix woman they could actually trust. She furrowed her brows and looked over at him. “What happened? Are you okay?” she started, not being able to help the uneasy feeling developing in the pit of her stomach. “Right. Listen, I know I haven’t been around lately, but I’m always here, I hope you know that.” Kian said. “Talk to me, what’s been going on?”

“I don’t usually question it, but...he was just so upset. He literally screamed so loud. He’s not okay. I think he’s been trying to keep it together, but I don’t know, Kian.” In all honesty, he was worried about his brother. He didn’t want to unload it on Kian, too, but they were family. None of them were really okay after finding out their mother was alive. It just had seemed like a ripple effect for Milo. All of his insecurities and emotions came rushing forward and he was doing everything he could to try and hold them back. To no avail of course. “You’re always around, Kian. I would never fault you for having your own life. You’re there when I really need you. I’ve just...got a lot going on for me. And it’s really hard for me to tell you or Abel anything because I feel like you’d be disappointed. I know dad would be. He’d probably stop telling me to model immediately and then I wouldn’t know what to do with my life. It’s all I have, you know?”

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💞💍

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates?

Not really, but he doesn’t think it’s too far fetched.

💍 = Big or small wedding?

Big. Extravagant as fuck. It cannot even seem like someone wasn’t invited because everyone would be invited. Even his enemies. He’ll invite his ex flings. He’ll invite his significant other’s exes. Everyone’s gotta be there and it’s gotta be the best wedding you’ve ever seen because Milo will not accept anything else.

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MAVERICK ;; @mxverck​

“I hope tequila and pizza go well together.” Maverick shrugged his jacket off, pushing up the sleeves of the henley he was wearing as he moved towards Milo, pulling the other into a hug as greeting, “How was your day?”

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“Of course they do. Do you think I would disrespect pizza or tequila like that?” He dropped back down onto the chair he had been sitting on after he hugged Maverick back. “It was a day. I had a photoshoot that went alright. How was yours other than getting kicked out of the bar?” He asked the question as he bit into one of his slices of pizza.