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Instead of hearing Akira speak, Josh felt his fingers against his skin. Opening his eyes softly, he looked at Akira for a second before closing his eyes again so he could touch wherever he wanted, feeling him travel along his face and hair, enjoying the rather calming sensation until it stopped.
Opening his eyes again, Josh looked at Akira, smiling finally from that mesmerizing blush on his face before he leaned in just to softly kiss him, wanting to so badly after the few words they shared.
Once he broke away, Josh took a deep breath and put his hand up, softly running his hand in Akira’s hair. “You should rest Akira. You were so tired earlier...” Josh insisted.
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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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