Half man has done something to my brain chemistry...
The upbeat disco music thumps rhythmically through the ground, Niall can feel the echo of it under him as he lays on the barn floor.
Ruben is pressed against him, on top, his heartbeat beating a different rhythm, the naked warmth of his chest seeping into the fabric of Niall's shirt.
Ruben's hand is busy sliding upwards, underneath Niall's kilt, he does nothing to stop him, blood coats the back of his tongue, cooling, despite the heat between them.
"Oh Bambi, you wee lying minx" Ruben's voice is a warm drawl, a grin carved on his lips as they whisper against Niall's cheek. Niall's insides swoop and twist pleasurably as Ruben's hand slips higher, the boxers had been a lie, a flimsy one to stall the inevitable.
Ruben nudges his knee between Niall's thighs, as his fingertips brush against the soft, velvety heat of Niall's growing hard on. The gasp he makes, sounds so loud in the empty space, Niall's hips roll towards the touch, even as he tilts his head away, unable to meet Ruben's eyes.
He knows the bastard is looking smug as fuck.
"This can be your wedding present from me" Ruben's voice dips lower as his big hand, firmly wraps around Niall's cock making him shudder and gasp again.
He strokes slowly, back and forth, deftly slicking the pre cum all over Niall's erection, that's still firming up in his grasp.
His hands, unbidden, rise and then settle, one in Ruben's ridiculous haircut, the other on his shoulder, so he can feel the tendons and muscles, pull and release as Ruben's hand works over him.
Niall's head is swimming with arousal so strong he can't even hold on to a single coherent thought, he writhes in Ruben's hold, moving on instinct. His breathing has gone quick and studded with quiet, bitten off moans, each time Ruben's hand shifts down against the sensitive head of his leaking cock or swipes against the stack of his fingers.
Ruben chuckles, a warm, enamoured sound that is huffed out again Niall's ear, "Gorgeous, Bambi" whispered at the corner of Niall's mouth, makes his gasp louder, he's never been so turned on in his life.
Niall turns his head back, eyes dark, catching Ruben's hooded, lusty gaze for a second before their mouths collide, they've never done this before, it's messy and bloody and perfect.
Niall feels his dick kick, he's so hard it almost hurts, Ruben makes a low, guttural moan, his hand moving faster. Their kissing continues, heated and dirty and consuming every rational thought Niall's ever had.
He shifts abruptly, not to push Ruben away, but switching their positions, clumsy and off balance, until Ruben's brain catches up and he leans back, allowing Niall to settle into his lap.
The kilt falls back into place but Niall quickly shrugs out of his coat, unbuttoning his waistcoat as Ruben slowly, unzips his jeans, his girthy cock flushed dark pink, foreskin drawn back, the tip is red, with an almost perfect sort of curve. Niall is dumping his clothes like a snake shedding skin, his quick fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he pitches forward into Ruben's lap properly and the tip of his step brother's cock, slippery as a minnow, pushes past his balls, past his hole and dips neatly into the cleft of his ass with a firm hip roll from Niall to help it.
Ruben moans at the gliding, frictionless contact, one massive hand winding around Niall's small waist and then dropping lower, passing over the pleats of the kilt, only to hitch it back up again as he paws at Niall's arse.
"Give me it....give me your present, Ruben" Niall's voice sounds strange and pleading, desperation etched into it, decades deep, but finally acknowledged.
Ruben's laugh is a soft, incredulous rumble as their mouths meet again and the hand pawing at Niall's arse shifts to grab his stiff cock and guide it to Niall's twitching hole.
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