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Unable to stop himself, Josh chuckled and walked over, putting the clothes down onto the bed and leaning into Akira, his lips close to his boyfriends. "I know, it's embarrassing to you, if you wore that, but I think it would be nice. Especially since only I'll see it, no one else." Josh smiled softly as he traced a finger across Akira's flushed skin, trying not to chuckle again from the adorable, stunned expression on his face, knowing he'd probably hate the idea, so he'd have to be careful.
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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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