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naim had done this a dozen times before, but his heart still hammered against his ribs, still raced with the fear of being caught, of someone seeing him climb into ryan whelan’s bedroom like a stray cat looking for warmth.
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Acting Like it’s Nothing, Such a Bore by riverofhappiness
Fandoms: Leviticus (Movie 2026)
14 Jul 2026
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Ryan and Naim have to keep their relationship a secret, always claiming to be friends when they’re around others.
Ryan hates it.
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“Would body heat help, d’you think?” Ryan asked him.
“Maybe.” Naim squinted at him. “That’s not a line, is it?”
Or: the one where Naim has an awful period and Ryan helps him cut class
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- Part 3 of leviticus healings
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“You good?” he asked, searching for something, anything in Naim’s expression, “You’re not feeling sick or anything?”
Naim shook his head, slowly rolling his hips into Ryan’s thigh,
“No, I’m good,” he murmured, “I just-”
Naim let out a stuttery gasp as Ryan flexed his thigh, grinding his half-hard cock into the warm muscle. He could feel precum beading at the tip, smearing messily onto the inside of his boxers as he mouthed hotly at the skin of Ryan’s neck, feeling tears prickled his waterline as Ryan grabbed him around the hips, hauling him across the bed until he was lying back against the pillows as Ryan was on him, hungry hands pushing up the soft navy blue jumper, rings clinking together as he dragged his palms acros Naim’s chest before leaning down to kiss him, licking into his mouth, spit stringing their lips together-
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Ryan and Naim have each other.
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Ryan swallowed dryly, barely breathing as he watched as Naim stepped out of his pants, an embarrassed flush dusting his cheeks.
He knew Ryan was watching.
But Ryan couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Naim bent over, soft, heather grey boxer briefs hugging his pale thighs, and a little cotton string, suspiciously pink, was dangling from the border of cotton.
Ryan swallowed, and Naim bent down further, digging through his gym bag to find his shorts. His ears were bright red as he let out a frustrated huff. There was a tiny blood stain, an oval of bright red nestled between his legs, just barely obscured from Ryan’s view. And Ryan, still shirtless, hastily pulled his sports uniform over his head.
Naim was bleeding.
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Ryan is an eater.
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