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"…I shouldn't still love you." He whispered softly, his lips brushing against the sensitive lobe of Kazuma's ear. His voice quivered with fear and unease…but it still held traces of unspoken lust and longing. "That…that woman out there loves me…and trusts me…and yet here I am."
Kazuma shook his head then sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're one to complain. You have somebody that loves you and yet here I am, together with you like this. I'm putting a rift between you and your woman…and I feel like a Goddamn whore, Kimishima."
The older man pulled away with a groan, perching on the edge of the bed. "If…if this is such a problem to both of us…then why do we still do this? Why are we together every night even though neither of us feels like it's right?" Kimishima twisted his torso so he could stare into his secret lover's amber coloured eyes.
"…Because," Kazuma said in a low voice, letting his eyes fall away from the older man's intense gaze. "Even whores need to feel loved."
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AN: I wish I had a whore like Kazuma... ;D