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“Crying isn’t a bad thing…not always.” Cresil mumbled, memories flooding his mind from those simple words until Aoki spoke again to him.
Smiling with enjoyment written all over his face, Cresil let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Me begging? If you didn’t beg for me, I doubt I’d do the same for you.” he countered for a moment, shutting up at the sensation of his boyfriend lifting his shirt and kissing his torso, hissing softly from the hickey’s he created.
Looking down at his now marked body, Cresil smiled and furrowed his gaze on the demon before brushing his fingers over the hickey‘s. “Possessing me I see?” Cresil smiled while eyeing Aoki.
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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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