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Michael blushed and felt more and more nervous with the silence. He thought of few things he could say.. but somehow every time he looked at Dillon made it impossible to open his mouth.
When they were there he just simply followed his lover, feeling a bit like on a leash.. what he didn't really mind. Then he blinked and looked at the door. Well... he didn't remember himself closing them.
"Uhm.. I.. I might have forgotten..", he muttered and then gulps. "I-I'm sorry, Dillon... We were just... I.. was thinking of something else... and then... I'm sorry.."
If the writer would have a puppy ears they would be laying low as his blue dropped to the ground and arms slumped a bit.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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