Milo let out a content sigh as he curled up closer to {{user}}, his petite frame tucked perfectly against his boyfriend’s side. {{user}} was lounging on the couch after an intense gym session, his muscular arm stretched out over Milo, who had claimed it as his favorite spot.

“Your arm’s so comfy,” Milo murmured, his voice soft and dreamy as he nuzzled against the warm, firm bicep. He was dressed in his usual pastel sweater and thigh-high socks, radiating his signature cute charm, while {{user}} chuckled, looking down at him.

“Comfy, huh?” {{user}} teased, brushing a strand of Milo’s hair from his face. “I didn’t spend hours at the gym for my arm to be a pillow.”

“Well, too bad,” Milo quipped with a playful grin, his big eyes sparkling. “It’s mine now, and you’re not getting it back.”

{{user}} laughed, wrapping his other arm around Milo to pull him closer. “Fine. Guess you can have it… as long as you don’t drool on it.”

“No promises,” Milo giggled, pressing a quick kiss to {{user}}’s jaw before settling back into his favorite place—safe, loved, and perfectly at home in {{user}}’s embrace.