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He didn't answer that. Whatever. The little, sweet kitten would always be his favourite. Even if he would want to behave. Which he didn't plan on. He wasn't a fucking slave. And even if others would say he was he refused to think like that. Faster the hell would get icy cold before he would let that happen. And anyway.. those flowers weren't that pretty anyway.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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