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'He got worried when he saw my scars.. and somehow.. I'm not afraid of him anymore..' Akira didn't understand his reaction but somehow.. Sangre had that air.. or something.. around him and young male felt comfortable. Or was it just because he was the first human to be ready to help him.. even if it mean reporting his own master? 'It's okay, Master.' Looking at the plate he once again saw something he didn't know. He tried it and it was so good that it made him smile softly. 'What's on the plate, Master? I don't know it.'
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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