Kenzo was a clan of Hrothgar: “The Lost” to be exact, hailing from the southern region of Ilsabard, that moved over to Eorzea following his disagreement with the Helion clan.
“I never wanted to live my life in servitude,” he said, eyes focused upon the Hyur as he was giving him his life story: relaxing in the hot springs of Camp Bronze Lake.
“My people gave up all to serve our queen. Their very life depended on it. Not wanting to follow in this line of servitude, I fled with a clan - and we scattered all about Eorzea.”
The Hyur nodded slowly. This man wasn’t expecting this Hrothgar to open up to him so quickly. Every so often, he could spot the Hrothgar’s eyes drifting to his bare chest, covered in a felt of hair. It was weird to him, no doubt, especially being almost-hit-on by his would-be teacher that he just met. Said Hyur is but a simple adventurer in this land fraught with peril and wonder, his single most inspiration being the fabled Warrior of Light who had slain every eikon, primal, and adversary single-handedly. He was looking forward to studying the fabled art of ninjutsu, and the lion could just see his eyes spacing out.
He chuckled, and put a paw behind his head,
“Ah, I’m sorry. I needn’t talk overlong. Now, onto your training.”
The Hyur stood up and gave a half-bothered smile to the Hrothgar.
“It’s okay. I will seek my coin elsewhere.”
The lion was about to speak, but the Hyur’s words cut him short. This happened more than he would admit. He opened up to these Eorzeans who seeked his service, then cut him short. What was the reason? Without a doubt, the culture in Eorzea is more different than he realised…
Sinking back into the spring, Kenzo sat down on the nearest rock and ruffled his head fur, braided hair becoming unlocked to reach down his broad shoulders.
“Very well, then. Good day to you,” he said, without creating eye contact.
Once the Hyur was well out of his sight, Kenzo unleashed a furiated sigh. Must these Eorzeans be so closed off that they disregard a tale from the fabled veteran of ninjutsu from Ilsabard?!
Sighing, Kenzo walked back to his room and stretched his muscles. The spring had calmed his nerves and softened his body up, now all that he needs is his cozy, warm bed.
“Aaah, the hot spring water cures all ails.”
He was in much need of relaxation following his journey from one continent to the next.
Undoing his loincloth, he found his big uncut member swinging lowly in the warm air. Grumbling and warming it up in his paw, he noticed the angry veins tracing over it and wrapped his paw around the thickness, his whole body just tumbling in bed - all muscles giving out.
“Looks like another muscle needs relaxing.” He said to himself. But, before he could take care of his dick's problem, he fell fast asleep.
 
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When he awoke, it had just broken dusk and light was pouring from the stained windows. The heat was stifling at Bronze Lake.
“Must be the price I pay for having a room right next to the springs,” Kenzo said, throwing his sheets back to expose his naked muscular body - his lower legs covered in scars.
Though, what caught his attention, was his dick. It was throbbing even harder than before and seemed about ready to burst even when semi-hard. Such was the effect of weeks of abstinence; Kenzo has had no time to unleash his sexual desires throughout his whole journey to Eoarza. Now that he is here, however, the time had come… to cum!
Gripping his cock with his large paw, he sighed and swung his head back - his long-braided silver hair resting on the cushion that was far better than the ones back home.
“Home…”
It was a while since Kenzo saw it. As far as everybody knew then, he left because he wanted to transfer his arts and skills over to Eorzea. But, deep down, Kenzo had never felt any connection with the Hrothgar… Infact, what he felt, was pure sexual need for the men of the Helion clan; the clan that serves their queen. He recalls one friend he had made during his time in Ilsabard, Redheart, who was a Helion, with striking auburn fur, and a muscle-bound body even fitter than his. He always wore very little due to the nature of the climate back home but, most importantly, Kenzo had fostered a mutual connection with him, sharing the love of the art of ninjustu together. Redheart preferred to train with daggers, while Kenzo was perfecting his skill of mudras. At the end of each day, Redheart would be drenched in sweat. He would smirk at Kenzo, those handsome features only serving to arouse the silver lion even more and ask him to “groom him clean.”
Grooming is normal in Hrothgar tradition. It is to show your love and affection for one another. For the men, though, it was a sign of dominance for the one being groomed - but also one of undying trust. The men were powerful, either one could inflict harm on one another, so to give up your whole body for the other to clean was a large sign of trust.
For Kenzo, it was always something more. He would always start at Redheart’s furry abs, then work his way up - his rough tongue being the perfect contrast to the sweaty and musky fur of his partner. The sweat would stay on tongue for hours after the grooming, and Kenzo would find himself relishing in that taste every night, licking it all around his mouth and imagining feeling up Redheart for more than he needs to. It even got to the point where, when Redheart asked for his regular grooming, that Kenzo would nearly sprout an erection then and there. It was a struggle to hide his cock and homosexual feelings from his friend that didn’t know any better. One time he was licking, though, he looked up to see Redheart smirking down at him and his paw shaking over his head, only to turn away and his hand go back to the floor when their gaze met. Kenzo was confused. Did Redheart have something else in mind, or did he fuck up his grooming somehow? Regardless, there’s no point worrying about the past now, especially when Kenzo has moved so far away from home.
All he wanted to do was pleasure himself with those memories; the image of Redheart that is burned in his mind, the fact that he was so close to his loincloth everytime he started his grooming, working his way up to the massive muscular neck of his handsome, fiery-furred friend that was drenched with sweat and smelling of pure masculine musk. Of course, this was never how Redheart envisioned it, only that Kenzo blew the whole grooming thing out of proportion because it meant getting to serve his friend’s sexy muscular body. It sent his head dizzy at the time, putting all these homosexual thoughts in his mind, but now Kenzo just can’t stop jacking off every night about it. His fangs bared and he growled as he felt himself approaching close to an explosive orgasm, not even noticing his paw stroking because he was so lost with his imagination and recollection of those times.  But he knew his tribe wouldn’t accept him if he came out to them about everything he felt, and the reason why he hasn’t got a mate - so he became a Lost.
“Redheart... Tell me… I am your little servant to serve your every need?”
One last growl, and thrust into his paw, and Kenzo found himself cumming all over the place - barely able to keep his lust in check with cum decorating the bedsheets. Hot, thick and white lion cum exploding all over his scarred and muscular chest and body - he was breathing fast and hard from the mind-blowing orgasm; his unhindered lust for men of his own gender - the image of his bare-chested friend seared in his mind. How he wished he was there to service him now... His warm red fur for the perfect contrast to his naturally silver fur.
Several cum-extracting strokes later, and Kenzo basked in the afterglow - letting the cum seep into his fur and make it even muskier than how his friend’s was. Kenzo was rather kinky when it came to the bedroom, and he loved the smell of masculine musk and cum. If not to transfer his arts onto deserving benefactors, then he would like to at least make sure that he could find a companion here in Eorzea. His dick was satisfied for now, but Hrothgar have near endless testosterone.
 
From the orgasm alone, Kenzo was about ready to go back to bed - but there’s a day ahead waiting for him. Equipping his leather armor, he was ready to set out. Looking down, he saw his bulge, making his armor a bit… revealing. Oh, and Hrothgar didn’t care about bulges. To them, it was a sign of virility, of a future alpha male. That was also another difference in culture that Kenzo would soon find out.
 
---Meanwhile…---
 
Redheart was worried, for certain. These lands were completely unknown to him. For why he set out, it was simple - soon enough he grew tired of his tribe’s ideals (just like his friend Kenzo did) and sought to seek his own life in Eorzea. Redheart is situated in Thanalan - at the Ring of Ash; where he has bonded with the friendly Amalj’aa warriors - who are lizardmen with big hulking black muscles and fierce conviction in their beliefs. Redheart had been helping the men of the tribe in exchange for coin and shelter - and now he was summoned to speak to the leader. He was glad he was here in Thanalan; the desert climate suited him well; Helions are naturally accustomed to heat.
Two Amalj’aa warriors awaited him by the leader’s room, and they parted the curtains to let him pass. Today, Redheart felt like their gaze lingered on him for longer than he was comfortable with.
The chieftain greeted him with a simple nod of the head, his legs splayed as he sat on the throne and loincloth lolling down.
“Greetings, Redheart. Perhaps you could be of additional use to us.”
The two Amalj’aa guards entered the room, with the chieftain standing up.
“Rise. A proud Hrothgar warrior like you is not fit to bow in servitude any longer, am I correct?”
Redheart chuckled and stood up, puffing his chest out proudly.
The lizard chieftain's claws smoothed over the lion’s warm muscular chest, claws playing with the fur.
“Yesss… a worthy warrior indeed.”
Redheart gulped. His touch was electric.
“What is it that you require of me, sir?”
“You are a practicer of ninjustu, correct?”
Redheart stayed silent for a while before looking into the chieftain's unrelenting gaze.
“Not quite. I’m more dexterous with my daggers. I did know someone who practiced the mudras quite well, though.”
His interest was piqued, “Oh? Can you guide us to him? We think it will improve our morale if we are to learn your dexterous, most powerful, arts.”
Redheart’s gaze softened as memories of his friend flooded in his mind.
“He’s fled to Eorzea like me, too. But he doesn’t know I’m here and I don’t know where he is. Getting into contact with him will be difficult.”
“Describe his features… perhaps we could arrange for scouts to be sent out.”
“Very well, sir.”
 
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“The Amalj’aa sent me here, sir.” Kenzo continued, gaze still fixated on the parchment that he was handed.
“I am to be in your company tonight so we can start a business transaction between two tri-” Kenzo’s nose tingled with a familiar scent. Looking up, his eyes widened as he was in front of a muscular red furry chest, and a wide neck that looked all too familiar with the scent. Only when the Hrothgars’ gaze met, did Kenzo break out into a wide smile - his voice wavering from surprise and emotion.
“R-Redheart?! What are you doing here?!”
Redheart just huffed and smirked back to his long-lost friend (he was quite reserved in his emotions), giving a hug that the other lion fell into. His deep voice rumbled in his chest and Kenzo found himself back in the musky chest of his handsome friend - taking great care not to stare at the big pink nipples buried in the fur that were perking up.
“Kenzo. I have some explaining to do.” Kenzo gulped. His friend’s voice got deeper, and he only got more handsome and mature when he was away.
Redheart gestured to the bed and the two men sat down, exchanging their tales as to why and how they travelled to mainland Eorzea.
“I-It’s just so different, I feel like a lost puppy…” Kenzo said, head still focusing on the bed rather than his friend.
Redheart nodded, listening to what Kenzo had experienced during his time here.
“And the people are not as receptive to my art as I thought!” He said, leaning back on the end of the end of the bed, stretching his muscles a bit.
Redheart gave Kenzo a friendly slap on the back and pulled him closer to his body, Kenzo almost lying on Redheart completely.
“Why so shy, Kenzo?” Redheart asked, noticing Kenzo’s aversion to his gaze and fumbling about in his grip.
“We’re just two guys who want to see each other.”
Kenzo’s head was getting ever closer to his friend’s musky armpit; the source of all that musk that he secretly craves. Redheart continued talking about what he’s done during his time in Eorzea:
“You needn’t worry. The Amalj’aa want to learn all that we have. And I’m here now. We’re better as a team, are we?”
Kenzo’s sky-blue eyes met Redheart’s darker and redder ones yet again, and he was like to burst into tears.
Sniffing, he looked away,
“Don’t look at me like that, Kenzo. When you left, it was only natural that I had to follow.”
Now it was Kenzo’s turn to give him a friendly gesture, this one being far more embracing that brought his body into contact with the warm and more muscular form of his friend.
“But you had a life there. You sacrificed it all for me?”
Redheart looked back at him and was surprised that their faces were so close together that they nearly kissed. It was a tad uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to admit it. He felt… more loved, the closer he was to him.
“You made me realise many things. And I was worried.”
He used his paw to nuzzle Kenzo’s head closer to his broad chest, and the battle-scarred lion whimpered.
Redheart raised an eyebrow,
“What, you finally bowing in service to your alpha?”
The question caught Kenzo offguard, and he instantly popped a boner while Redheart noticed it rubbing against his loincloth; the two would be touching dicks if it wasn’t for the cloth that separated them. Redheart calmly separated Kenzo away from his body.
He blushed, and chuckled,
“U-Um, sorry dude, didn’t mean to make that awkward for ‘ya.”
Kenzo noticed his warm blanket of fur leaving him and was stuck in an awkward position, not wanting to make eye contact with his friend because he’s too shy.
“It’s okay. I mean I am g-gay, so…”
The tension in the air was so thick. Sexual tension. Kenzo could feel it. From himself and his friend. But he can’t address it, not when his friend is clearly straight. He finally mustered the courage to look him in the eye and Redheart looked down on the bed.
“You seem to like… er… cuddling into me, and there’s only one bed, so…”
Kenzo laughed,
“Ah, dude, it’s not gay to touch another man.”
Redheart pointed to his silver-furred friend’s loincloth,
“I mean, you popped a boner, so…”
Kenzo gulped. Shit. He was caught. He was frozen in place, and only when Redheart continued his sentence did he feel like he could move a little more. Seven hells. Why was being gay so awkward? Why can’t it just be normal?!
“Do you like me, Kenzo?”
Redheart’s eyes looked tender, cautiously awaiting his answer.
Kenzo laughed again, and was about to answer, but his friend’s muzzle had overtaken his.
Kenzo could feel cum surging in his balls as his felt his friend’s hot breath.
“It’s okay,” Redheart said, breaking away from the kiss to leave Kenzo dazed and flushed in his wake.
“I think I already know the answer.”
Kenzo could feel the tears returning again; but his desire to kiss with Redheart overcame his emotion – so he interlocked with his muzzle again and made out with him intensively, wet tongues coiling together in a passionate frenzy. Kenzo felt Redheart’s body with conviction, slipping off his leather harness with trembling paws – to get more of that muscular musky fur to grip. Redheart drew back with a string of saliva and nuzzled and purred in Kenzo’s neck while the two sat back down in the bed.
“You touch me so softly, Kenzo. Be firm.”
“Firm?”
“Yes. Show me how much you want me.”
Redheart threw back his arm, exposing the deluge of sweat and wet fur beneath – armpit hair, and lots of it. The smell nearly knocked Kenzo out – but it was there, the smell that he was jacking off to just a few days again, all for him to worship.
He began by slowly licking the hair, relishing in the taste of sweat and cleaning it from the hairs while Redheart purred out deeply, satisfied with his worship.
“You still know you place below me, even to this day.”
Kenzo groaned out, and before he knew it, his face was smashed into his deep pit of sweaty, musky fur.
Kenzo groaned out in surprise, but it was muffled by the hair that was nearly covering his face, Redheart’s sweat soaking into his subordinate gay friend and filling his body up with his addictive musk once again, just like the many times before - except now, they were completley honest with their feelings. 
“I never thought you’d be so hungry for my pit musk. Not like I’m surprised though, I always caught you eyeing my tufts of hair up. Heh, so I never shaved it off. Not one inch of my pubes, pit hair or my chest fluff.”
Kenzo broke out into a wide smile as his face was forced to inhale all of the bitter scent of days of travel and, when combined with the natural earthly aura of masculinity, came a smell likely to keep his cock hard for days on end.
“Mghh... Redheart, you smell so fucking good… I can get drunk on this smell, it’s really that good!”
Redheart huffed through his nose and reached one paw down to fondle his package, rolling his big churning balls in his paw, and angling it at Kenzo’s bare bubble butt ass.
“Yeah, you like that? Smell of a proper man. Proper male Hrothgar. Alpha, even.”
Redheart chuckled, delving Kenzo’s face deeper into his hairy pit and making sure that he gets a full frontal view of all his sweaty hairs and musk; which is just what the gay Hrothgar has been wanting.
Kenzo, his whole body heaving and trembling with lust, slid Redheart’s loincloth away - exposing the thick piece of meat that his friend has, plumping up with every time his paws trace over it. Kenzo soon got the idea, and fondled Redheart’s balls and cock carefully - coming out of the deep recesses of his pit, to look at his blushing face. 
“I didn't know I'd like it so much… Now I'm worried,” he admitted. Kenzo smiled and hugged his friend from the back, 
“Well, maybe it's because you've been searching for a mate this entire time.”
Redheart looked away, as if ashamed. 
“I have not found a female Hrothgar in quite some time. It would seem that our tribe is mostly dominated by males…”
Kenzo nodded slowly,
“Aye, something I’ve noted as of late. It’s a good job I’m gay, then.”
Redheart gulped and looked down to Kenzo’s loincloth, looking like he was a bit scared. Kenzo tried his best to calm his nerves.
“Relax. We’re just two guys helping each other, right?”
The red lion shrugged, 
“I guess. I’ve been so horny lately…” He said, thinking back on the times that the Amalj’aa kept looking at his bulging loincloth, licking their lips.
“So sit back and relax. I’ll take care of all your needs down there, and with a dick as big as this… I’d be happy to be in your service.”

Redheart took a deep sigh of relief and sat back on the bad, sniffing his underarms and smiling.
“I can kinda see why you like my smell- Ugh!”
Suddenly, a warm muzzle wrapped around his uncut semi-hard cock, suckling gently, getting it to hardness in no time. 
Redheart was so overwhelmed by the feeling, that he had to grip the bedsheets in order not to fall off them. 
Kenzo popped off his cock with a sly smile, 
“Never had your dick sucked before?”
Redheart’s expression was shocked, but his chest was heaving heavily - showing that he liked it and was eager for more:
“N-No! Be careful, alright?”
“Oh, don’t you worry, alpha - I’ll make sure to milk your fat lion cock fully.”
Kenzo is clearly a man of his word; as his gentle suckling and tongue play quickly aroused the big beast between Redheart’s legs - getting it to full hardness in no time. Kenzo popped off the cock again to admire the length, measuring it up to be around 8-9 inches, and thick as a can. He pulled the foreskin back and licked the ridge of the tip and upward - loving how fat and throbbing the cockhead was, and how harshly it throbbed in his mouth - like the semen would burst out at any moment.
Kenzo had a lot of cock to deal with, but he was always prepared for this moment. 
Sucking that massive cock from his dreams, except now it was reality. He was elated! Meanwhile, Redheart could barely feel his legs. Kenzo’s worship to his cock had long since ascended him to another realm - his tongue was working pure wonder, snaking around the thick cock like a coil and eliciting more salty precum to spray the inside of his slim, sexy muzzle. 
Feeling brave, the silver lion decided to take the massive cock to the base - so that his nose was pressed in the thick red bush of the lion. He wasn’t kidding when he said he doesn’t shave it off. The bush was massive! Fitting, then, that his cock was of an equal size and was now relentlessly throbbing in Kenzo’s suckling muzzle - eager to release it’s pent up seed inside of a hole. That’s just what Redheart needed, after all. With a cock as big as that, he is bound to be horny and bulging every day. It also might explain why he was in the mood for being worshipped so much. The big red lion groaned out and angled his cock so that more could be shoved in Kenzo’s muzzle - plugging him up with more of the masculine musk and thick cock.
A paw was placed on Kenzo’s head as he was deepthroating that cock with surprising skill - making the big man groan and moan. His head was forced more into that big curly red bush, and with more deep growls - Redheart has at last unloaded his thick alpha seed inside of a hole. His gay friend’s hole, no less.
As his cock throbbed on and on, coating more thick white semen in the mouth of his friend - he felt like he could take on the world. This was just the treatment he needed. Months of sexual frustration had finally reached its end with this mind-blowing orgasm. Jacking off would never be the same now that Redheart has his eager gay friend by his side.
Meanwhile, Kenzo was cumming himself - coating his brown loincloth with white semen that seeped through and all the bed. Cumming hands free was a liberating experience - but swallowing all that semen of his dreams was even better. It was bitter, salty, thick and clingy - but that’s what made it so great. He could tell that Redheart has been holding this in for a long time!
Two men grunted and moaned until there was no more semen left to empty from their churning, furry balls - and they collapsed with each other. Kenzo had, with some exception to the cum dribbling from the side of his mouth, swallowed all of his friend’s virile man slime - now churning deep in his stomach. He felt like a proper gay slut!  
Redheart was completely euphoric and thankful for his friend - smiling and him deeply and the two embracing in a loving hug. Happy tears fell out of Kenzo’s eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much…”
Redheart nodded, and scratched his big bush, clingy with some left over cum - and brought it up to Kenzo’s nose - making him whimper out and hump against his friend’s muscled furry leg.
“I wanted to do this for you, since you looked at my body so much… It made me feel proud, to have such a willing subordinate - who loves my body, is proud of everything I do, and is a supporting friend…”
Kenzo blushed. He didn’t think he was that important!
“I didn’t think you’d like it so much, to be honest.”
Redheart chuckled, closing his eyes.
“Me neither. Maybe I am a little bisexual…”

In mere seconds, the two fell asleep beside each other - tired from their travels, their work and - of course - the sex. Many more adventures await them in Eorzea! Kenzo’s greatest inspiration, however, being the Warrior of Light - would soon go through a drastic change himself, becoming a Warrior of Darkness following a Flood of Light from the First - an alternate world.
Though no-one could know what is next in store for the world or the adventurers, those adventures are for another time, and for another story, to tell!