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Glancing back at the younger man, Josh made sure he wasn’t in any pain. Just in case, he had to speak up. “Are you sure you’re capable of this? I don’t want you in any pain and truthfully you deserve one more than I do.” He muttered.
Despite what he said, Josh couldn’t deny just how nice it felt to have his body massaged. Akira’s touch was delicate, but enough to fulfill the pressure built up in him. Relaxing his shoulders almost immediately, Josh took a moment to just embrace the moment before whispering, his words sounding so soft due to how calm he felt.
“How was the fiction novel?” Josh asked while glancing back at him over his shoulder.
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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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