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Josh put the open book on his lap for a moment in order to look at Akira, his voice and choice of words making the older man falter for a few seconds before smiling and cocking an eyebrow.
"You like the sound of my voice huh?" Josh whispered, brushing his hand along Akira's jaw and cheek, feeling the warmth of the skin there, being so different from the rest of his boyfriends body; which was usually cooler than his own. "I love the sound of yours too." Josh said soon afterwards, remembering the moment he had heard that beautiful sound coming from Akira, and it still astounded him. Even now it was surreal Josh was capable of listening to him speak when before he was incapable of doing so.
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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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