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As Akira continued to massage his back, Josh kept his eyes closed, basking in the sensation Arching his back just slightly as his servant hit a sensitive, tense spot, he hissed and opened his eyes. “You didn’t hurt me just…I’m a bit tense I guess.” He mumbled and sat up straighter.
It took another moment to really relax before Josh thought Akira did enough. He didn’t want to push the man anymore than he had to. “Thank you Akira. I feel better now. You could stop now if you’d like.” Josh smiled lightly.
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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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