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“You’ll laugh. Because I still can’t swim, and I’m—” Hardening. Half-stiff in these light blue swim trunks Ruben bought earlier today. For him. Niall sniffles, throat struggling against a too-rough swallow, another whimper worming itself out one second later when warm fingers wrap themselves around his waist, cradling the softness there, and lips press their warmth against one overheating cheek, this feather-soft pressure. “I’m not laughing, Bambers,” Ruben whispers, “not laughing at all.” He inches between Niall’s thighs, the movement neither cautious nor rushed but some tender in between, fingertips tracing the tiny bones of Niall’s ribcage—then the softness gathered near the hip. Thumb swirling there in steady circles. “Do you need to come, sweet thing, need your big brother’s help?” Ruben tries teaching Niall how to swim before he goes to off to uni.

Fics like Heart-Thrums In The Sweet Grass

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