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Kaden smiled to himself, knowing all too well Deiru could have done it, but what was the fun in that? “You seemed so tired, I just wanted to do you a favour.” he said, holding back a chuckle as he then relaxed once he was done washing Deiru’s body.
“There. Want to head back to our room now or…do you want to stay a little longer?” Kaden whispered, his eyes resting on the young demon against him. It was so bizarre, seeing Deiru like this, but Kaden couldn’t lie to himself. He really liked to have him there, leaning against him, it was comforting.
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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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