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Josh’s concern slowly disappeared at the sensation of Akira’s lips on his own. Smiling slightly, he was about to say something else but heard him sneeze, humming slightly and keeping his hands holding onto the other males.
“Let’s get back to my room and warm you up. Maybe some warm food and coffee or tea would be nice?” Josh asked with another tender smile, leaning down himself to kiss Akira’s lips, even in the hallway he didn’t seem to even care. “You can help Sangre if you’d like, say good morning to him.” he whispered under his breath.
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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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