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They stood watch in polished leather — disciplined, armed, certain that nothing could breach their post.

From the fog came something different — not loud, not rushed — a figure of pure black rubber moving with absolute purpose.

Leather issued a command. Rubber did not answer. It simply held its ground.

When force was attempted, it failed — strength met something that did not resist, only redirected.

Leather fought desperately, but the struggle revealed the truth: rigidity breaks where flexibility endures.

The moment resistance ended, the change began — authority draining from leather, replaced by quiet alignment.

Where two guards once stood divided, they rose again unified — no longer leather, no longer questioning.

The newly formed rubber units advanced inward, moving past those who still believed leather protected them.

Conversion spread through the corridors. Leather ranks dissolved as rubber order formed — one system replacing another.

At the center stood the origin — not a commander, but a catalyst — directing the new collective forward.

"These clothings---" Harry said in between kisses as he tried to unbutton Tristan's flanel

"Fuck, look at that bod," Tristan said as a follow up upon marveling the sight of Harry's fit stocky build as he then went on to ravenously kiss Harry's pecs and traps

Harry, in exchange, tried to take off the annoying flailing flanel from Tristan body, but Tristan doesn't make it easy with the way he's so drowned in his own lust to explore Harry's body

"You know what, let me help you with that shirt first bro," Tristan said between kisses as he grabbed Harry's shirt and quickly slide it over his head and throw it away to the floor

Harry eventually managed to tug the flanel enough for Tristan to realize that he's still not giving full access of his body to his lover, so Tristan ditched the flanel in one swoop before continuing his journey to explore every inches of Harry's body as he hungrily lapped on the taste of Harry's lightly sweaty body

"Your brother tasted so fucking good, bro,"

"Oh yeah? Well, let me taste yours then," replied Harry with a sense of urgency and horniness as he starts on sucking Tristan's neck, "Citrusy and spicy. Bro is classy, huh?" continued Harry as he licked his lips upon sensing the perfume Tristan put on

"Always get me into any girls pants, bro. Maybe it's gonna be a hit too among dudes," he said with a chuckle, "I swing both ways now,"

"Well, as someone that only have dudes as friends, I can guarantee you that Eau de Harry will do wonder for you, bro. They dig my sweats," Harry said as he casually flexed while lifting his pits and give it a huff

"Hahahah, Eau de Harry. More like Ewww Harry, you stink ass wrestler!"

Both of them just simply becoming playful towards each other as the banter turned into staring contest before it continued to become another kissing frenzy, both younger brother enjoying the passionate kisses given by each other's older brother body and the sex drive that can make this last for hours

The continuation of my Patreon-requested Symbiote Latex story is finally here. Val (the OC guy in my avvie) continues to be taken over by the alien suit’s stimulation, and now it seems to demand additional…victims. Perhaps we will also learn about the alien’s intentions…like in an extra page of just texts. Because who wanna read the plot while aggressive action is happening in the background, rite?