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Noticing Akira’s face seemed to get a few shades darker, Josh smiled and leaned over in order to kiss his cheeks, feeling how warm it was against his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I play with it too once in a while, almost as though I’m trying to relive my childhood….to go back to those times when I was happy.” Josh leaned back against the wall, moving the duck towards Akira and smiling.
“It’ll be our little secret.” He whispered, looking back into Akira’s eyes and letting out a soft breath. “Let me wash you off.” Josh muttered as he grabbed a bar of soap from the side of the tub.
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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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