Cresil nearly jumped when Aoki spoke so suddenly, although he wasn’t upset at all, in fact he smiled at himself for being so easily frightened. Shaking his head as Aoki woke up, Cresil bit the edge of his lip at the simple action of his hand under his shirt, appreciating the action.
“No. Hell no you weren’t loud.” Cresil then looked a bit taken aback from when he said. Inhaling a soft breath, he looked at Aoki while speaking once again. “I’m not irritated. I’m proud of you, you’re keeping strong through this. Shit I’m surprised you aren’t even worse about what happened. Not to mention I’m here all day to be your big cuddly boyfriend.” Cresil laughed lightly and brushed his fingers along the hickey on Aoki’s neck, tracing around it with his index finger.
“Talk to me however you want, use me however you want.”
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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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