



Blue Sunday Morning
Atsushi gets sick and Issay is at his house, taking care of him. Nostalgia and a lot of love surround their relationship, since they met in 1986.
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1It only hints at sex, and the attraction that Issay feels for Atsushi's body. With good reason, of course
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First Published
13 de maio de 2012
Last Updated
13 de maio de 2012
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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