If there was anything Akira could say to make Josh feel happier, it was what was then whispered in his ear. The older male closed his eyes, sighing beneath his breath and smiling so wide that he was sure his jaw would ache if he didn't stop. Leaning down, Josh pressed his lips against Akira's neck, staying like that for a moment as his hands rested on his boyfriends hips, pressing to the man beneath him.
Sharing a momentary, intimate moment, Josh lifted his head a few long seconds later and looked down into Akira's eyes. Without a word, he simply brought his hand to the other males chest and dragged his fingertip down the centre of his body, not doing anything over the top. He just really wanted to share a moment with Akira, especially right now, after what was said.
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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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