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Bakura felt Marik's heavenly hands graze his crotch. Bakura inhaled sharply as he winced from Bakura's touch. "Marik, it hurts." Bakura said softly. He was so hard that his constricting underwear was starting to pain him. He gripped onto Marik's back now, digging his nails into Marik's shirt from the mixture of pain from his arousal and the immense pleasure Marik was providing him.
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