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"Or what? You will cut off my fingers? Fuck you", he growled and looked away, gritting his teeth. "It was much better."
Seeing what he was doing and that he acted a bit like a child didn't really help in this situation. Actually other way around, it made Deiru's anger rise. He clenched his fist around his cigarette. It helped a bit to deal with his emotions but only slightly. What was this damn feeling inside him...? Was he.. jealous? For himself?
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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