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Josh was still looking at Akira’s hand until he surprisingly felt the other mans lips pressed to his own. Looking into his green eyes, Josh almost seemed shocked at first, although a smile appeared back on his lips and he softy let go of Akira’s hand.
“I always am, you’re welcome.” Kissing his injured palm, Josh then began to use the soap to wash his own body. “We’ll get out soon so I can give you that massage.” Josh said before smiling a little more. “Thanks, for that kiss. It’s unexpected when you do it, but I really do appreciate it.” Josh muttered, not wanting to ignore a positive gesture of Akira since he wanted to encourage it.
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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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