Cresil let out a faint ‘tsk’ and rolled his eyes. “Fidgety maybe, but it’s only cause of you.” Just after he said that, he tensed up a little at the sensation of his boyfriends hand along his crotch. What a damn tease he was, although Cresil slightly enjoyed it.
“Now’s good.” The man said deeply. Aoki didn’t give him much of a choice, it was either now or never because another minute here would probably just make him go crazy and they wouldn’t have enough time to head to the club.
Taking a single step away from Aoki, Cresil eyed the demon for another second before heading to his room. “I need to change first.” he mumbled, still aware that Aoki had on clothes that would definitely get him attention, not liking that thought at all.
Getting to his room, Cresil put on simple clothing, black jeans, matching studded belt, and his jacket that was thankfully clean now. Jogging back downstairs, he went to Aoki and wrapped his arm around his shoulders while eyeing him. “You need anything before we head out?” he wondered as he grabbed his wallet.
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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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