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Running his hands against Akira's legs, which were still clothed, Josh peeked back up at his boyfriend and tugged his pants and boxers down, his body aching to see his hard cock yet again. It felt like everything had been taken away from him for weeks instead of days, and now that he had the chance, he wanted to really take advantage.
Josh paused just as he was about to slip Akira's pants off, his eyebrow raising as he spoke calmly, an sensual undertone in his voice. "Hm, I think its your turn to taste some ice-cream." Josh offered, a small smirk appearing on his face from the words he spoke.
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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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