Walking even closer, Cresil put his arm out, looking at Aoki’s legs in slight concern before looking into his eyes and nodding. “Yeah, laundry needs to be done.” he mumbled. It wasn’t too long until they would probably need to do it again due to how him and Aoki have been going at it recently.
Bracing the demon, Cresil looked at him and smiled, slowly walking to the washroom but making sure he was capable of doing it first. “Well that’s why I’m here. I’ll just have to make sure not to fuck you until you feel better or else you won’t be able to move.” Cresil said while looking along Aoki’s body, trying to make sure he had no bruising or any marks were seen from the earlier sessions.
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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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