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The simple sound Akira made caused Josh to go ahead and proceed. With just a bit more force, he rubbed along his nipples for a few more seconds before lowering down to his stomach. Both of his hands nearly covered Akira’s whole lower torso, he was so slim yet seeing him up close, it was obvious he had gained a lot more weight since the day he brought him to the mansion.
As Josh got to Akira’s abdomen, he finally looked down, eyeing the scars and frowning softly as his fingers brushed up against them, once in a while his hand would reach low enough to touch the hem of his servants pants, rising back up a moment later. “You okay so far?” Josh breathed while his eyes stayed glued to Akira’s body, unable to look away for a moment.
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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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