BUILT FOR HIM
The sweater was too big for his 5’4” frame, the hem falling halfway down his thighs, but the way the fabric draped only served to emphasize the fullness of his chest and the soft, rounded curve of his hips.
"I’m here, Uncle Noah," Orion rumbled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in the very floorboards.
Noah beamed, his porcelain skin glowing in the firelight. He padded across the thick rug on bare feet, moving with that natural, bouncy grace that made Orion’s blood simmer. Without a second thought, without a shred of hesitation, Noah did what he had done since Orion was a teenager: he climbed right onto Orion’s lap.
To Noah, this was a family tradition,a sweet, platonic comfor
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