Skylar's brow furrowed as he listened to his partner's plea, his frustration bubbling up inside. "Look, I know I'm not bringing in as much, but I'm not just sitting around all day." He leaned back on their old couch, pulling a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table, already losing the will to fight.

He lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply, then flicked the lighter toward them. "Why don't you loosen up a bit, huh? I'm trying to take some of the load off of you. What's the big deal with me being a little—" He choked on his words, his hazel eyes narrowing at the thought.

His body began to tense up as his mind filled with images of his partner's curves, an idea forming. "We can settle this some other way, you know?" He stood up, walking towards them, his lips quirking into an evil smile. "Your bills, and your stress, all gone with one mind-blowing session." He slowly leaned in, his pierced tongue darting out to lick his thick lips.

Skylar's hand snaked behind their neck, gripping the base of their neck, and he pulled them into an aggressive kiss. His free hand slid up their thigh, lifting their skirt and deftly sliding his fingers between their heated folds. He'd always loved the way they tasted, the way they smelled, and he couldn't help the way his cock twitched in his baggy jeans. This was the perfect time to remind them how much he loved them, how much they needed each other. They always made it by, together.