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Josh sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at Akira's body and smiled lightly, knowing he would be timid and shy, maybe shake his head a few times, but in the end he always got him inside of the outfit, no matter how reluctant he is. Giving him soft bits of attention, telling him how much he'd appreciate it, Josh knew all too well how simple it was to get Akira to wear it.
Trailing his hands from the back of Akira's neck, down to the base of his spine, Josh slide his hand around the other males hip and pulled him in closer. "If you don't say yes, then I'll have to make you say it." Josh smiled, leaning down to kiss and lick his shoulder, up towards his tattoo, his fingers moving towards Akira's hole which was soaked with his seed.
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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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