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Without moving another inch in, or out, Cresil stilled with the base of his cock touching Aoki‘s entrance, wincing a bit when Aoki seemed to be tensing up more. Not knowing why for a moment, the demon groaned in discomfort, feeling like his dick was going to be severed if Aoki couldn’t relax.
“W-What’s wrong babe?” Cresil asked with a hiss.
Putting his hands down, he held his back, looking into his boyfriends eyes and kissing him softly again before stopping and eyeing the window, knowing why instantly. In an attempt to relax him slightly, Cresil kissed and licked along Aoki’s neck while whispering.
“I care for you so much Aoki. I’ve never been with a guy this long before…ever.” Cresil slightly cringed again but kept speaking. “Every time I fuck you I feel so good. You….you make me feel amazing. Physically and emotionally.” Cresil ended with a deep and low groan.
“Now p-please, relax, you’re going to castrate me if you don’t.” He added painfully.
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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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