You call Duncan your ‘little donut’ as a reminder of accidentally spilling your Dunkin coffee on him and calling him the donut when you met, he thinks it’s adorable and loves it because it’s an inside joke no one else knows (and likes when you bring him donuts and cheap coffee which he oddly enjoys)
Bonus:
Everyone else around him is too hoity toity to have ever heard of Dunkin coffee and keeps wondering why the fuck you call him donut. Is it sexual? Do either of you have some kind of donut fetish?
That poor boy was so deprived that when he finally gets that love he’s been looking for he’s gonna do everything in his power to keep it and nurture it
Think of older Michael in his ripped skinny jeans and black tank top, long hair in a low ponytail, this seems like a whole different layer of sinfully good looking like he should be some grease monkey mechanic on his break and crawling over you.
I think my car would be breaking down a lot more often, many tune ups needed, and some extra help every time he’s on break.
A bit of grease smudged on his cheek, stained on his hands makes it so much better when you drag him by his collar into his truck for another round and how he moans as you yank his ponytail,