Every word of Aoki’s was true. They wouldn’t be compatible if they didn’t like the attributes they possessed, so almost instantly Cresil let a breath out in defeat. “You have a point but don’t think that you proved anything.” he muttered with a smirk.
The sensation of Aoki’s fingers touching along his body, but no where below his abdomen slightly agitated him.
“Of course I’m impatient, you’re teasing the fuck out of me.” Cresil responded back. As Aoki played with him a bit more, the man gripped his boyfriends hips harder, nearly scratching him. “And you’re a bastard for thinking you can do this to me.” he said right back. It wasn’t fun for him, not to a certain degree at least. His heart felt like it was racing and his breathing became slightly ragged.
Gripping onto one of Aoki’s hands, Cresil held it up to show him while he spoke. “I’ll force you if you don’t do it yourself. Trust me on that.” He said through his clenched jaw. Cresil would never do anything too absurd but if his boyfriend was playing difficult, he’d treat him the same way.
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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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