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When Akira walked over, Josh could see his eyes on the clothing, and he knew that wouldn't help. Bringing his hand up, he gently grasped Akira's cheek and tilted his head towards him as he whispered. "No…look at me instead Akira." Josh whispered, dragging his fingers down towards his boyfriends chest, towards the bottom of his shirt, and slowly slipping it upward, speaking softly as he did.
"Let me see your incredible body first." Josh said beneath his breath, raising Akira's shirt and dragging his fingers along his sides as he pulled it up.
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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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