" can't focus with your face in front of me . " he snarks out with a mirroring smirk , elbows resting on the table as he brings one hand to support his chin up . " put a paper bag on it or something . "

" maybe . " his eyes follow miles' every movement , from the moment he gets up from his seat to every little change in his expression . " you don't see me writing any songs right now , do you ? "

looks like purple cum to me

does

i can give you one .

let's get fucking married .

... are YOU ?

... do you want one of those purple cum rings or do you want something like fancier and shit ? i can't believe this is happening .

well — i'mma buy it for you then . fuck , does that mean you're gonna live ... with me ? shit ! i need to clean up this fucking trailer .

too horny for songwriting . 😮‍💨

hey pup ...

can i come over ? i've got something for ya .

knock - knock on his front door . :)