[Rowan is losing his mind, practically rabid at this point, but that's honestly starting to work in favor of Noel's plan, the half-rabid thrashing and straining muscles of the younger brother taking more focus for the tentacles to subdue, to try and overwhelm with pleasure until surely even he will settle, surely.
(He is not settling, eyes fixed on Noel, burning this image into his eyes and his heart, even his arousal at the image nearly eclipsed by his incandescent rage.)]
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(He is not settling, eyes fixed on Noel, burning this image into his eyes and his heart, even his arousal at the image nearly eclipsed by his incandescent rage.)]