At the singing, Milo barks a laugh. It is, undoubtedly, the corniest and goofiest dirty talk he has ever heard, but that doesn't slow Milo's roll at all. It just reminds him what he found so charming about Lucas in the first place. That, and he's pretty good with his hands, even just teasing. "You're definitely earning your place on my nice list, that's for sure," he attempted. Smooth.

With a sigh, Milo relaxed as Lucas got to work on him. His eyes fell nearly closed, both from looking down at Lucas and from the sort of warm and languid lust that came from a slow, easy build-up. Milo wasn't enormous down there, but he wasn't small either, and the attention from Lucas' hand along side his mouth made a big difference. It was remarkably easy, to the point that it'd surprise him later, how easy it was for his nerves and misgivings about sex with another man to melt away and be replaced by thoughts of fucking the beautiful man before him on every surface in his camper.

Milo let out a heated breath, continuing to stroke Lucas' hair, resisting the urge to buck his hips in favor of letting Lucas work his magic unimpeded for now. He wasn't terribly vocal, but the precum on Lucas' tongue should make his appreciation perfectly clear.