"Hey! Hey, Moilo! ---nothin', jus' wanted ta see yer pre'y face."
“What’s up, sexy? Here’s my face for you to enjoy. All of me’s here too in case you feel like seeing something else too.”
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"Hey! Hey, Moilo! ---nothin', jus' wanted ta see yer pre'y face."
“What’s up, sexy? Here’s my face for you to enjoy. All of me’s here too in case you feel like seeing something else too.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO MILO *hugs milo* >:((((
"Thank you! I'm glad someone out here does have manners."
A polite kiss to the cheek as a greeting, from his boss, Brent.
Now, a normal person would probably think getting a little kiss from their boss was not exactly the most appropriate thing. Milo? He thought having an affectionate boss was the best thing in the world and it made him smile very warmly.
“Hey boss!! You smell good.”
"Memories of Sorrow" (for Milo of course!)
Send "Memories of Sorrow" for a painful memory - Accepting
He had to put his headphones on to ignore the reality around him. It was hard to do when he and his mother were living in nothing but a single room with a bathroom after the divorce, after his waste of a father decided he had to go live with the second family he had in secret for years. A deep breath was necessary to keep the boiling rage he felt at bay, since the last thing he needed was to make his mother feel even worse.
Not that she’d notice. She was too busy crying in the bathroom and thinking Milo hadn’t realized, but he needed to be her rock to make it through the last few months of his senior year. Just a few more months, he told himself as he remembered the exciting plans they had to make a new life abroad, far from the pain and the struggle. Soon they’d be better, soon they’d leave it all behind. Soon they’d be too busy to even remember how miserable their lives with little to no income were... Soon, but not soon enough to keep himself from shedding some tears of his own too.
🔞🔞🔞
Send 🔞 for a sexual thought my muse has had - Accepting
He looks down. Admitting this is not a reason for him to be embarrassed, but his hesitation comes from knowing it would probably make Eric uncomfortable. There were still some barriers that needed to be broken, some boundaries that had to be expanded. But if they truly wanted to know…
“I’ve wanted to give him road head so much it’s actually painful. He’s just so— fucking tempting all the time. I just can’t help it.”
"I just wanna remoind ye that YOU brought that perverted moind out. This' all YOUR fault. I was an angel before I met ye. Never even thought about such things."
“An angel before you met me? And I’m supposed to believe that with those looks of yours? You look like a dream come true and I’m willing to bet actual money that you’ve used those looks and that bod for sinful purposes.”
"Grow----? We still talkin' 'bout smoiles?"
“... Of course we are. Or, at least I am. Where did that perverted mind of yours take you just now, Eric?“
"Milo, stop smoilin' loike that, I can't concentrate."
“Stop smiling like... what?” He teased, knowing well enough what he was doing and deciding that, maybe, he should keep it up for a while longer while pleading innocence. “I don’t-- Have another smile. I don’t mean to be distracting.”