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“I don’t give a shit if you won, fuck it hurts!” Kaden could only clench his jaw, gripping the bed sheets under him and holding his breath as long as he could, letting it out with a pained cringe. Being between Deiru’s legs, Kaden was about to take the key but stopped, his hand shaking as he kept it like that until he saw him put it in his mouth.
“Swallow it and I’ll f-fucking split your stomach open to c- FUCK!” Kaden put his hand down to his cock, gripping his own balls and closing his eyes tight. “Fuck…you.”
Kaden took another deep breath before speaking, very shakily, it was almost inaudible. “Take it off Deiru. Just get it off of me! Ugh please!” he yelled at him, unable to stop himself since it was making him feel light headed, the amount of built up pressure in his abdomen and cock was beginning to make him dizzy.
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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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