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Trailing one of his fingers along the mark on Aoki’s neck, Cresil still couldn’t stop from rolling his eyes when he said that. “What can I say, I’m a gentleman.” He said back sarcastically and stepped in the shower, feeling his hair getting wet in the process as well as the rest of his body.
Making sure Aoki had some water as well, Cresil looked down at him, curiously wondering what he was thinking until he felt that soft kiss.
Leaning down just a bit, Cresil put his hand up, kissing back but keeping it slow, and almost passionate as he put his palm against the demons cheek, brushing his fingers over his skin to feel the warmth. The contact nearly made his heartbeat increase, it was nice to share a kiss like that after their slight argument earlier.
Breaking it a couple of seconds later, Cresil looked down into Aoki’s eyes, his wet bangs managing to cover his eyes a little. “What was that for?” Cresil whispered with a light smile.
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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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