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It wasn’t a coincidence that Dev was only wearing tight-fitted boxers when Milo knocked on the door. Even if they didn’t fuck right away, he enjoyed teasing the man who was almost an exact opposite of him. Dev found it charming in every single way. A purposeful smile on his lips, Dev opened the door and gestured for Milo to come in. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

Eyes down like they usually were whether he was moving standing still, alone, or with people, Milo adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and looked up only when the door opened. The sight of Dev startled a laugh out of him, part shocked, part shy, part happy to see him. Well aware of his face heating up, he stepped inside and clumsily slipped off his shoes. “You know, when I was a kid I thought that was a bad thing. Like seeing someone made your eyes sore.”

Dev: You're coming over to my place, then.

Dev: How does one clean that up?

Dev: I can hold out until one.

Dev: Tell me about the nerd shit you did today.

Dev: Depends, you busy tomorrow?

Dev: hey. haven't killed anyone today.