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Michael chuckled as well, leaning to the touch a bit. Then he followed Dillon, of course forgetting to close his doors with a key. It wasn't the first time.. and probably not a last one. Yet he had his wallet with him, what was strange because of it would be possible Michael would forget his own head.
"So.. maybe some fancier fernitures?", he asked, tasting that world since lately he took a sudden liking to it.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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