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1. Rotten Apple by vampstruck

   Fandoms: Sturniolo Triplets (Video Blogging RPF)  

   • Explicit
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   05 Jun 2024

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Chris Sturniolo/Matt Sturniolo
   • Chris Sturniolo
   • Matt Sturniolo
   • Nick Sturniolo
   • Justin Sturniolo
   • Marylou Sturniolo
   • Jimmy Sturniolo
   • Sibling Incest
   • Twincest
   • Brother/Brother Incest
   • Chris Sturniolo Needs a Hug
   • Hurt Chris Sturniolo
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Angst with a Happy Ending
   • Catholic Guilt
   • Religious Guilt
   • Religious Imagery & Symbolism
   • Church Sex
   • Praise Kink
   • Dry Humping
   • Coming In Pants
   • Eventual Smut
   • Spit Kink
   • a tiny bit of somnophilia
   • Men Crying
   • like a lot
   • Dacryphilia
   • Chris feels guilty but he loves every moment of it
   • Matt’s a slut
   • begging god for forgiveness while fucking your brother
   • the line between catholicism and bdsm is way too thin
   • and i’m HERE for it
   • BDSM
   • Strength Kink
   • Biting
   • Chris thinks about their blood a lot

   Summary

   Waking up and feeling that God had made an identical copy of you because he knew you couldn't cope with the weight of life alone. With the excessive love for the identical. With the anxiety of wanting. With the anguish of not having. With the sting of guilt. But would all this have existed in the first place if God hadn't created the perfect man for him and made the same blood run through both their veins? But Chris avoided thinking about all that. Cuddled up to the warm body beneath his that, even with his eyes closed, he could recognize the touch at any moment. The familiar smell, the usual soft touch, the calm breath against his sternum. All his senses were full of him.

   Matt.

   Language:

   English

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