The way Akira moved whenever his fingers touched his skin made Josh stare. It was incredible how easy it was to make him arch and gasp from the single caressing. Giving his nipples just a few more rubs, Josh traveled lower, going to his stomach and circling around his navel. Stopping there for a short while, Josh brought his mouth down and just whispered while his fingertips traced his scars.
“Your imperfections to me make you perfect….these are apart of you now, so I can’t help but to adore them just as much as I adore you.” Josh kissed the scars along Akira’s stomach, delicately planting them lower and lower until he got to his abdomen. Lifting his head, Josh then placed his palm over his abdomen, rubbing gently and then he felt the very fine hairs below the waistband of his pants. Looking at Akira for a moment, Josh started to tug down on Akira’s pants, carefully pulling all the way until he was completely naked.
“May I keep going Akira?” Josh wondered as he looked up at him.
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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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