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Agreeing with that, Cresil put both of his hands along Aoki’s shoulders, facing him and rubbing them a bit over his shirt before smirking when he mentioned his fears and trying new things. It was a bit difficult but there was no reason to not do it.
Cresil smirked, almost grinning when Aoki called him sexy in that way, the sensation of his hand along his hair and horns made him soothed and relaxed.
“Alright, so the club we’re officially together, no getting attention from other men.” Cresil chuckled and checked out Aoki’s clothes. He’d for sure get a few stares, but with Cresil standing by his side, he doubted anyone would try to approach him.
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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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