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Kaden glowered at Deiru, not appreciating his words. “Trust me, I wouldn’t pass out on top of you. I’ve been weaker than this and I’ve fucked before.” Kaden said, being truthful about that, although he wasn’t as exhausted during that moment in time.
“And by the time I wake up I probably won’t be in the mood as much as I am now.” Kaden grumbled, going after Deiru yet again but instead of pouncing the demon when he fell, Kaden actually stopped in front of him, looking at his ass and creasing his brow.
“Klutz. You alright?” Kaden chuckled, reaching his hand out to give Deiru’s ass a few pats and rubs before shaking his head. “Either you really don’t want to be fucked, or you actually care about me. Either one is a bit shocking.” Kaden muttered.
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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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