Josh stilled slightly when he saw and felt Akira cum, biting his lip and releasing a soft moan from how tight he got, feeling how his hole twitch around his cock and how his cum began to leak out of his hole before he even left him.
Looking down at Akira’s body, Josh took in the beautiful yet sexy sight of him covered in his own cum, how his chest heaved with his quick breaths, and how flushed his face looked after his orgasm.
Leaning down, Josh very softly and quickly kissed Akira, still holding onto his hand while he steadily pulled his cock out of him. Groaning when he was completely out, Josh watched as his ass began to drip with his cum, knowing he’d have to clean Akira up before he slept.
“Let me get a towel.” Josh panted while very softly kissing the back of Akira’s hand and letting it go. Standing up shakily, Josh made his way to the nearby closet to grab a white towel, returning to Akira and very softly rubbing his stomach and chest with the warm, soft fabric. Trailing kisses along Akira’s pale skin chest and stomach, Josh finished up and cleaned his own hand before attending to Akira’s hole.
Carefully, Josh put the towel under him and ran his fingers along his hole, getting most of the cum off of him so he’d be able to sleep without being uncomfortable. “Are you feeling okay Akira?” Josh then whispered while looking up at him with just a trace of concern on his face.
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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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