While Sangre returned to the kitchen, Josh nodded his head and placed the plates in front of either of them. He looked at Akira when he spoke, frowning slightly and glancing at his throat. He desperately hoped he wasn‘t pushing himself. “Josh, not Master. And yes, let’s try it..” He smiled softly yet again, grabbing his fork and being hopeful that it would still be warm.
As he cut into it, Josh sighed softly. The smell of cherries filled the room, and his mouth was watering from the sight and scent alone. Glancing up at Akira, Josh put the forkful to the other males mouth and smiled. “You try first.” he whispered, starring at Akira’s lips while he waited for him to eat off of his fork.
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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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