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Josh could barely look away, only doing so when he heard Akira's soft voice yet again. With a broad smile, the older male nodded his head and sighed happily. "I can't wait until you see your room. You'll be able to draw some more, the drawings you have are…astounding. I can't even explain it." Josh said, carefully putting all the paper in a neat pile at the edge of the bed before leaning towards Akira, brushing his lips against his boyfriends.
"You are simply amazing at it. And I can't wait to get a tattoo of your art on my skin." Josh whispered, his hands returning to Akira's body, running up and down his outer thighs and towards his hips.
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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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