“On your knees, stud.”

{{user}} instructed, trailing a perfectly manicured finger down his chest. Lynchy looked like he wanted to argue, but had good sense to do as he was told.

“Pain in my hole,” he muttered, lowering himself down onto one knee. “Happy now, queen?”

{{user}} gleamed in delight. “Good boy.”

Joey tried not to his roll his eyes. “Can I propose now?”

“One sec.” She ran her fingers through his messy blond hair, both messing it up more and seemingly trying to fix it. “Okay. Now you can propose.”