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Cresil was nearly breathless after the sex, although his eyes locked with Aoki, hearing his words and smiling. “Painting sounds good. After a shower, even better.” Holding onto his boyfriend still, Cresil held him in his arms, rolling his shoulders and walking towards his shower.
Getting them inside, he turned on the water and sighed as he carefully placed Aoki down and started to scrub his body. “I’ll let you clean yourself up down there….due to past reasons.” Cresil chuckled, winking a moment later and washing his abdomen off that had a bit of Aoki’s cum on it, his thighs having a similar residue.
“How’s your knuckles?” Cresil finally asked while looking at Aoki’s hands. The punches probably made them sore, slightly worrying the demon.
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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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