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It surprised him but as he realized it, it made some sense: immersing frank sivero himself in memories of oppression (among other things) dampened his sex drive. Probably not permanently, but frank sivero for now the desire was alien to him. He briefly considered doing it anyway in protest against his own body... but, no, it wasn't going to work. It didn't matter, he reminded himself. He was in the privacy of his own little insular world, and he could be who he was, whatever that was at the moment. There was only Reg, and Reg had weathered much worse. Zephyr had the right to make his decisions based on gut rather than guilt. But it did feel good to be touched. Not fucked... just touched. Reg inched closer but continued to only use his hands. That was enough; those hands flowed agility that Reg had only begun to tap, sliding warmly and calmly, mapping evenly.
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