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"You aren't dirty." Josh said instantly, wanting to be with Akira, to reassure him and wrap his arms around him. Being unable to do that was hard enough, and seeing him this way was difficult.
Taking a deep breath, Josh brushed his fingers along the sides of his own legs, closing his eyes and speaking, trying his best not to sound selfish. "Please. Can't you do this for me? For us. I promise to you it's not dirty. We care for each other, we aren't doing this out of pure lust itself Akira." Josh tried to explain, his eyes returning to the screen so he could see the man before him.
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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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