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Watching Akira lay down upon his bed, Josh smiled slightly at the sight before him and then going to his desk where he placed the few things. It consisted of; gauze, a syringe, warm water, and rubber gloves. Josh wasn’t sure if he’d use all of it but…just for a bit more fun he decided to bring it out.
“First, let me check to a physical exam…to ensure there’s nothing wrong with that beautiful skin of yours.” Josh stated as he went over to Akira, softly brushing his hand from the top of his head, down towards his neck, chest, stomach and then abdomen. Stopping at his scars, Josh smiled a little and traced a few with the tips of his fingers. “Perfect, as always.” He said softly.
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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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