they are looking heavy, sure you ain't needing a milking, sweetheart?

𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚. Your boobs say otherwise.

pecs are for being pec fucked, so your choice if you want to call them that.

first step, bottom's food starts being appealing.

shut up, twink, I'm narrating a documentary.

what's up with twinks and wishing I was dumb? are you that intimidated by someone smarter, fitter and stronger than them? I mean you should be, but it gets to a point in which it starts becoming annoying.

𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 right in his pec. Yeah it's thick. And you are too giggly.

Someone will be lucky enough to be my urinal some day, and I think that's really special.

Titty Tuesday or whatever.

Last time I checked metaphors didn't mean you were a camel. Flicking Val's chin with an arrogant smile. Maybe the dumb one of the two of us is the twinky one, Twink.

It's very obvious.

You are a cutie. Anyone could tell you are a puppy boy.

You're the cutest most sub man I've ever met. Playing with his hair, ruffling it. It's not your fault you were born a cutie patotie.

Yup, it's okey to crave pets and being called a good boy. I support you.

I need a pathetic boy who'll do whatever for some little praise.

So cute, I'll fold you in half later.

Bullying you into wearing a thong for him.

his hand lands with a loud 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊 on the latino's butt, of his eyes are locked in a face off, not even blinking. Metaphorically, you are like a jealous girl, and literally. . . I think you are so pissed about not being able to pull me.

Yeah i'm not a necessity, I'm a 𝓵𝓾𝔁𝓾𝓻𝔂, and your stuborness is the only think keeping you from getting any. His smile shine with mischief all over it, he stands confident as always, eyeing him with calculating eyes, looking out for any weak spots he can exploit on.