not gonna send u nudes micah

Micah looked down at his phone-screen, his tongue clicking rhythmically against his palate in a frustrated manner.

not gonna send u nudes micah

That wasn’t fair.

The blond put the device down on the countertop, his hand resting on top of it as his gaze followed his lover’s silhouette pacing around the kitchen, busying themselves with making a snack for the both of them. So nice to him, yet always shutting his little ideas down.

No nudes, then. No little sweet pics Micah could admire when he got tired of working; finding a bit of motivation—like, knowing he had something to return home to would be perfect. No treats between lovers, he guessed.

“Hey, {{user}},” he finally said, leaning even more against the kitchen island, “baby, darling, now, why did you say no, this morning ?”