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Satisfied with that, Cresil leaned his head against his hands and let out a soft breath from his words. “Good, cause I’m not a good boy.” Cresil then cocked an eyebrow at the his answer to that. Of course he’d be gentle with him; at first, but Aoki seemed to be open.
“We’ll see, if you don’t like it I’ll stick to using my hand.” Cresil whispered hotly and brought his hand over to Aoki’s ass to quickly slap it and chuckle. “By the way, don’t you dare ditch me again when we go tomorrow, or else this time I’ll make sure to go after you, and it wont be pretty.” Cresil bemused under his breath.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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