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Rayne got serious rather quickly, his brow furrowed and a grimace coming over his face almost instantly. He parted his lips but sighed, running his hand from his boyfriends hair down to his jaw, trying to look at Alex attentively.
"My brother didn't break you. I haven't either. Sure, maybe you're opened up to newer things, but that doesn't mean shit. Look at me..." Rayne spoke, his voice soft, saying it not as an order but as a simple request. "It's a choice, we can do it another day if you'd prefer. We can go slow, try it on but not keep it on. I'm more of a pervert than you and I've had a fucked up past myself." Rayne looked at Alex, feeling that sensation that was more than just lust, something way more dsirable. He'd never went to force him into anything, or make him feel negatively about anything that the two shared.
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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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