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Making his way to the side of Akira’s body, Josh kept pressing his lips to his skin until he looked up, seeing him move his arm out of the way and smiling. Stopping completely, Josh crawled back up to kiss his lips chastely and sit back down beside him.
“Now that’s better.” He said while looking at Akira’s body, trying to think of other excuses to touch him but seemed to be rather stuck at the moment. “No complaints…right? Hm, your body seems…well, I’d say it’s perfect.” Josh muttered rather quietly.
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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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