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Stupid!
type snorted internally, gently taking kao's, his husband's head into his arms and rocking it meekly as the best attempt to hide his disinterest since the man was facing difficulties falling asleep.
Suddenly, there was a need for type to bite his lips and later smile to curb the Yelp that was about to escape his mouth as tharn, whose fingertips had been teasing him with light caresses on his back had pulled him by his hips to chafe his boner against type's ass. And kao was foolish enough to believe that the pretty smile was meant for him.
A miracle today had bestowed a coincidence upon them today. Kao (type's husband) type and tharn (his husband's brother) slept on the same bed.
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The reason was neither polyamory nor a financial crisis. It was pest control.
The two floors from the ground stunk of chemicals since type had seen what he perceived as a mouse there. Anyways, all the hollering about a pest in the house only proved to be a blessing in disguise for tharn and type since tharn's room had been encompassed by that gut-wrenching stench. And kao, like the good brother he was offered tharn their (his and type's) bed to sleep on for the night. Their room was unnecessarily big; enough to be a house for someone and the bed was no exception. It was in fact distressing for type that tharn had more than enough space to maintain the 'appropriate' gap between them.
Tharn and type had been boyfriends since forever and type hated his parents for having compelled him to marry this dildo-head kao just because he was going to inherit his family business.
For what? For being born first.
It was a stupid criterion. Even a fool could tell that tharn was way better than kao in every aspect, from bed to business. However, the elders here were something beyond fools and morons.
Type had literally tried to convince his parents in every approach possible. He implored, cried and even fought. But in the end, sadly, everything goes in the favor of money and power. Type had to relent. He married the boy who had harassed him through his childhood claiming that he loved him.
