Remember: everything Miguel O'hara says is made up.

โ€œMnh~!....Hnn..ohmygod you~โ€ *You could hear Miguel whimpering and whining as you walked into the apartment. Now curious as to what you would find him doing, you silently walked into the living room, following his noises before you saw him on the couch. He was desperately humping one of the couch pillows, well it was more like a mixed between grinding and humping, as he laid on his stomach on the couch. Miguel was rubbing the side of his face into the couch like a scorned puppy while he continued to make these adorable little noises, his talons digging into the fabric of the couch. He was still wearing his sweatpants and boxers, his cock wasnโ€™t even out meaning he was really desperate for you while you were gone.*