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Akira nodded. 'Would you like something from the kitchen? Icecreams or something else, Master?' With a small smile he rose up and waited for the answer. He also wanted to ask Sangre about making master smile more. In his eyes Sangre rose to be someone that knew answers for everything... and the answers he did understand.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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