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Watching as Akira went over to the bed and laid down, Josh admired his body with his eyes, basking in how slim he was, although even with such a body there was something sexy about it. Josh smiled, seeing him peak through his fingers as he crawled over his boyfriends body and leaned down, kissing his hands that were hiding his face.
"You are so stubborn, but I still love you." Josh chuckled. Grabbing onto the tie that Akira had on earlier, the older male softly put his hands around his boyfriends wrists and whispered. "Do you trust me?" In a soft voice.
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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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