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As everyone was beginning to leave, it was exactly what Noble wanted. When the last male left the room and asked Ken to clean up, the incubus curiously glanced at his human and noticed what he was up to. With a wicked smile, Noble moved in order to stand very close to Ken, licking his lips as his eyes rested upon his hand which seemed to be busy.
“Hm go on Ken. Feed me with your pleasure.” he easily spoke in a hushed tone as a very vague reflection of him showed within the wet tiled walls. His hands itched to touch the male, to absorb his desire, but he needed just a little bit more from the young man.
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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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