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Godot smiled as he watched Kristoph wash the dishes. "You know, Kris, if you stroke men like you're stroking that cup, you'll get it in your eyes." Kristoph sat the glass down and felt his face flush a dark red. Godot laughed. "What is it, kitten? Something got your tongue?"
Kristoph let out a groan. "Please stop."
Godot smirked. "You likke it."
Kristoph laughed. Yeah, I do."