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Rooney sits, down on his knees and down to his underwear, hanging on every word his pack mate says. Alex gingerly runs a black gloved hand along his cheekbone; if they were still alive, a flush of color would have chased after it, crawling all the way up to his ears, but as it stands, he simply takes in a shaky breath and swallows hard, unable to mask his arousal. In that moment, he’d do anything Alex asked of him, and that was exactly what Alex wanted.