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neck kiss

     sometimes, caspian couldn’t help himself.
the gay in him just leaked out sometimes, and he didn’t even
bother to try to plug it back up. no— caspian was a flaming homo
for certain men, rather it be literally or figuratively. poor yata 
just seemed to be one of those people that brought out the 
gay in cas. it started off as light flirting tied in with a casual
conversation, but it quickly escalated when body heat increased
and caspian’s face was nestled in the curve of yata’s neck
with hands gripping the brat’s waist. light kisses trailed 
the boy’s neck without any hesitation, mixed with soft nips
to the soft flesh that coaxed a reaction— any reaction. rather
it be anger and rejection, or pleasure and temptation, he 
didn’t care— either way, it wouldn’t be a secret that there was
attraction. 

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