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Even now, looking half dead and like he was going to piss himself, Niall Kennedy was fuckin’ gorgeous. It would be easy for Ruben in a way. To give in to his baser urges and let himself fully harden in his jeans. Wouldn’t be the first time he had for his brother from another lover. Probably won’t be the last either. He could slide his hands down that slight, wiry body, grip those bony hips, and grind up against him in a facsimile of fucking. Facsimile. Christ. Mr. Oxford Uni/Published Author would definitely pop a stauner at that one. Ruben could crawl on top of him, hold him down, sink his teeth into his neck, and writhe against every inch of him, feel his warm, soft skin on his, and grip his stiff cock in his tight fist. Shit, it was all he had wanted since Niall's first time with Mona. Though he couldn’t let himself admit it back then. And still wouldn’t now.

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