You're the doomsday prepper of sex.

[Kyle shuffles over, already fussing with the cap on the lube.] What else is there to say? I'm going to be talking husky for days after swallowing that monster.

[Kyle is, obviously, not great at talking romantically. At least he's honest? He moves to straddle Corry's thighs so he can kiss him and resume mauling his neck and shoulders.] Why are you so sexy? It's annoying.