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Finally Cresil could see those golden eyes, his own light blue ones couldn’t help but to stare until he noticed him sticking out his tongue like that. Glaring when Aoki defied him, Cresil sighed and stood up, putting a pair of boxers on that were clean and looking at the devil while smiling.
“I’m sorry, did I make myself clear enough for you Aoki?” Walking over again, he leaned down, kissing his boyfriend’s lips despite his possible reluctance and whispering again. “There isn’t any other way you’re getting out of that unless you beg for it.” Cresil ended with a low but deep growl. It was more of a way to play around or tease Aoki, Cresil had no intent to get him upset although if that was possible, at least Aoki didn’t have his hands to throw things around anymore.
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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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