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Watching as Aoki put his shirt back on, he waited for him to speak. When he did, Cresil couldn’t help but to look into his eyes, not being able to look away despite wanting to. Just the simple touch of Aoki’s hand on his cheek made him relax, even if it was just a little.
When asked if it was easy for him, Cresil shook his head softly. “Guess not.” he breathed, being a bit relieved in a sense when Aoki spoke of being scared about it too. At least he wasn’t alone with his feelings, and he knew how the other demon felt.
Cresil noticed the clear stress Aoki felt when his sentence dragged out, not wanting that to be the case at all. With slight reluctance, Cresil leaned in and kissed Aoki, very faintly, soft and a little hesitantly. Within a few seconds, he stopped and closed his eyes tighter with a gentle nod.
“I’ll try…” He opened his eyes to look into Aoki’s, whispering again. “We can try making...us work.” he said 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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