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Amusement only peeked more from Aoki’s choice of words. Cresil liked his boyfriends defiance, to a certain content of course. The sight of the demon arching against his hand and biting his lip just made Cresil want to stop and fuck him already.
As Aoki teased the larger demon, he clenched his jaw in frustration although felt that familiar built up of acceleration. It might be fun to tantalize the caged beast, but sooner or later it would be set free.
Cresil moved so that he was hovering over his boyfriends body, allowing his own hard cock to rest between their bodies, dripping pre cum along Aoki’s abdomen. Jerking his boyfriend rather harshly, adding extra pressure as slight punishment for what he said.
“Fucking bastard. I’m very fucking able.” Cresil ground back through his clenched jaw.
As he moved his hand along Aoki’s hard dick, Cresil suddenly stopped at the base of his shaft and squeezed. Glaring down at his boyfriend, he seethed the words through his teeth. “Say it.” He pause, his breathing harsh from his anticipation of burying himself into his boyfriend. “Now!” Cresil snapped sexually. The beast was now released.
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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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