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Kaden kept standing in place, barely moving an inch since Deiru stepped in. Once again what he said was true, he acted like Deiru was a toy he kept in his home whenever he wanted to fuck him and not an actual ‘person’ who had feelings.
Taking a deep breath, Kaden finally took a few steps forward towards Deiru, speaking to him as he looked into his eyes. “I have trouble communicating with stubborn a-” Stopping himself, Kaden closed his eyes and then opened them yet again before continuing. “Sorry.” Kaden said as he looked away. “You’re right, I shouldn’t treat you like a slut that I treat more like a object than a man.”
Looking back into Deiru‘s eyes, Kaden briefly glanced at the males mouth, his cock aching even more knowing it could have already been buried inside of there by now. Kaden couldn’t say no, and he didn’t want to. “Yes. I want it.” Kaden said finally, his voice almost desperate.
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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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