Reading what Akira had written, and feeling his lips agains his own, as well as his cheek and nose, Josh managed to actually smile a little bit, looking into Akira's eyes and brushing his hand against the side of his face, along the underside of his neck. "You always know how to make me happier Akira. Thank you, now...please, eat. Once you're done we can lay down for a little while together." Josh offered, speaking in a soft voice, showing he was hopeful that maybe Akira would want to lay with him after he was finished his dinner. "I can talk more once you're finished eating, I don't want it to be too cold."
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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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