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'Just a bit.' And it didn't hurt almost at all. Akira put the scrambled eggs on the plates. Just as Sangre said - it was a bit messy. He didn't even notice that Sangre called master by his name. He smiled hearing that and shook his head. 'I don't speak so how could I tell Master that?' Then he looked at the scrambled eggs on the plates. They really did look messy. 'Uh.. It looks so much worse than when you do it.'
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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