“Hey, Jonah. Damn, you look rough. When’s the last time you went out to eat?”

“Ugh, don’t even ask, dude. Maybe like...5 months? 6? I can’t even remember.”

“Well shit, uh...hey, lunch is on me.”

“It’s fine, Dom. I can pay my way.”

“But you know, you’ve got 3 kids to pay for. Don’t sweat it, not like my money’s going anywhere.”

Jonah, an Arcanine, grimaced, but he knew what his friend was like when he could be insistent. He waved a hand and the mid-20s Braviary opposite him flashed a smile, reaching a wing-arm into the pocket of his jeans to search for his wallet. The two of them stood outside a popular fast food chain, McDucklett’s, shooting the breeze as they waited in line with a handful of others. It was perhaps a little too long for them to be waiting, but they had time, and the line generally tended to go by fast...they should just count themselves lucky they got there when they did; on other days, the line could be further down the block.

“How are they, anyway? Doing alright?” Jonah’s friend, Dominik, was a Braviary who he’d met during his college years, which was only about a year ago. Their paths had diverged pretty quickly-- Jonah stuck with nutrition science, but Dom switched majors-- but the two of them kept in touch and met up regularly, either for lunch or something else, and Dom came around often. He’d helped Jonah set up in his new place and get things up to speed.

“They’re fine. Well...Matt’s getting into trouble at school. Nothing crazy, just apparently being a bit disruptive in class, so I had to give it to him the other day, but the other two are fine.” Jonah shuffled in place as the line drifted, and the two of them inched closer inside. The line split into two from there, some to the main counter, others to the self-serve kiosks. They always tended to go for the latter.

“Weren’t we like that at that age?” The Braviary scoffed. “Well, I was.”

“You are kind of the fearless type,” Jonah remarked with a grin, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “But I don’t know, I was always kind of the sporty type. I got treated nice so I was never really that chaotic.”

“Lucky you, I guess,” They shuffled closer. “But you know, he’s kind of come from a tough place. He’s bound to act out.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

It’d been about 5 months since Jonah took in his half-siblings, and he couldn’t say he was enjoying it, necessarily, but he also knew it was the right thing to do. Ever since Jonah was young, since his mom divorced his dad, he’s never had a good opinion of his father; that was only solidified when he found out, rather abruptly, that his dad had been arrested on several counts of fraud. His half-siblings, who had a different mother to him, his dad’s second wife who passed away a few years back, had been placed into temporary homes whilst they searched around for someone to take him in. No one was available-- that is, no one but Jonah, a 23-year-old fresh out of college.

“What’re you having?” Dom pulled the Arcanine over to one of the kiosks and lifted his hand up to the monitor, causing Jonah to quickly shift his arm out of the Braviary’s grip, realising he’d been spacing out a bit. He tapped away on the screen to set them up, aware that his friend’s wing-arms couldn’t operate the kiosks very well, though his smartphone was suited to him just fine.

“The usual, you know. Fries, Bouffalant burger...” Not actually Bouffalant, but a berry composite meant to taste meaty, like most foods. “Maybe a chocolate Miltankshake. You normally have a Ducklett burger, right?”

“Yeah. Put me on some fries too, it’s been a while,” The Braviary agreed, so Jonah went ahead and added them. “But like, what about you, though? You’re looking better than you were at least, but it can’t be easy. I mean, 3 kids?”

“There were just some teething issues...not like I know how to look after kids when I haven’t had any my whole life. Would have been nice if my mom were around to help me, but...” Jonah paused for a moment, a clawed finger hovering above the kiosk’s touchscreen. “Yeah.”

Dominik didn’t know what to say-- no one really did. Talking about losing a loved one was hard, and Jonah still wasn’t ready to really talk about it at length. In his eyes, it hadn’t even been that long, even though it’d been 4 years already. Jonah glanced over to the Braviary, quickly confirming what they ordered, before he swiped around and finalised everything, stepping to the side so his friend could swipe his card over the reader.

“I guess it’s good, in a way...” Jonah eventually said after a few moments of awkward silence. “We kind of have something to bond over a little, since they lost their mom too.”

“Yeah...” Dom mumbled, stuffing his wallet away with a wing-arm and taking the receipt that printed out, gesturing Jonah onwards. They headed towards the front of the restaurant and hovered near the counters, though not directly in front of them, so they could wait for their order.

“How’s your work?” Dom asked. “Last I heard from you about that was that job you landed at the gym.”

“Oh, yeah. I also set up a Dialtok account,” Jonah referenced a popular video-centric social media app, named after one of their many ancient deities. “I’ve been posting some videos on there and they even gave me partner status. It’s crazy how much my account’s grown in like, 2 months.”

“Shit, for real? How many followers do you have?”

“Uh...like, I don’t know, about a hundred thousand?”

“What?!” Dom shouted, perhaps far too loudly, in the middle of the restaurant, and then quickly lowered his voice to a more muted tone. “Do you realise how many that is? Arceus, how much do you rake in?”

“It’s up and down, but it’s enough to be a nice extra for the amount I put into it,” Jonah explained. “Besides, the gym work is the Litleo’s share.”

“I bet,” Dom grumbled. Jonah could understand his plight; unlike Dom, who worked at a call centre doing quality assurance, Jonah got paid handsomely by a local high-class gym and clinic as a dietitian and nutritionist, something that was largely in short supply. For him to make so much at a mid-20’s Arcanine was quite impressive.

“Order 658?”

The two of them approached the counter to grab their food as a Houndoom worker set it out on a tray for them, depositing sauces and dips to the corners, before grabbing the only drink they had ordered. With that, they both adjourned to a nearby table and Jonah slumped into his seat. His back ached; too much bending over to pick up toys all over the floor or otherwise...he had more of an appreciation for the way his mom raised him after realising how hard it was...he only wished she were still around for him to say it to.

“They’re at school now, right?” Dom asked, already biting a beak-shaped indent into his burger as the Arcanine picked at his, moving it around to get a good grip on it.

“Yeah, just need to be home by 3,” Jonah sighed. “Hope Matt’s not causing problems at school right now...”



---------- x x x ----------



“Fuuuuck dude. Hey, pass me that.”

“Uh, fuck no? You just took a drag dude. Get your own cigarettes.”

“Dick.” Matt quietly listened to the arguing of the two Pokémon above him as he bobbed his head, muzzle pursed and tongue lewdly smearing around the teenage phallus in his mouth. Above him, the recipient of his dutiful blowjob, a Marshadow, relaxed against the brick wall of the back of Luminosity High School, one of several in the city. They came back here every other day to smoke, talk and try to skip class...at least, Matt’s friends did. For the Umbreon, however, who had his two younger siblings and a new half-brother rearing over his head, he couldn’t afford to be tardy.

Above him, the Marshadow, his smoky body clad in an awkward white shirt with a hoodie over top, thrusting his boyish hips up into the Umbreon’s mouth, but Matt didn’t gag from the sudden intrusion of the humanoid-shaped dick into his throat-- his gag reflex had long since gotten used to dick a long time ago. Instead, he rose to the challenge and plunged his muzzle down as far as he could, making the Marshadow shudder and groan with approval.

“Fuck...yeah, suck it, whore...” The Marshadow mumbled with a wide grin, but at those words Matt immediately jerked back, pulling his mouth off that twitching cock completely. He straightened himself up completely, his loosely unbuttoned shirt slightly dishevelled from bending over awkwardly, and he adjusted the nylon jacket that clung around his body, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

“You wanna say that again?” He growled, baring his teeth as the circular rings on his forehead and ears glowed, like a hunter seeking out prey-- a common tactic from Umbreons, if they weren’t excited. “You know the rules, asshole. I can suck a mean dick any day, but don’t call me shit.”

“Jeez, jeez, sorry...” Marshadow were known for being particularly combative, but everyone knew not to fuck with Matt. He was new to the school and had fit into their delinquent troupe easily, but he had a short temper...thankfully, it usually never got triggered, except for certain circumstances. Matt puffed air out of his nostrils and then turned from the Pokémon, folding his arms and tilting his head up.

“And?” He peeked one eye open to pin the other Pokémon with a stare, causing the Marshadow to wilt, slightly, as he looked over to their mutual friend, a Mimikyu, who shrugged his shoulders at him, sown head tilting to the side slightly. Unlike the rest, he avoided wearing a shirt, revealing the neatly sown dress-like garment that covered the entirety of his body, save for his pure black legs.

“Sorry, Matt...” The Marshadow grumbled, balling his hands into fists. For a moment, the black Eeveelution hovered and paused, scrutinising the other’s averted gaze, before he turned and leaned in. He brushed his muzzle up against the Marshadow’s cheek and the boy instinctively moved his head towards him, surprised. Matt could tell from his expression that he wasn’t anticipating the Umbreon to turn on a dime, but that’s just the kind of person he was; volatile. He pressed his muzzle to the other’s mouth and pushed his lips onto him, pressing his tongue against his smoke lips. The Marshadow quivered slightly, leaning into it, and for a moment the Umbreon could taste his tongue, before the other Pokémon pulled back and reached up a hand to push the Umbreon’s face away.

“C-C’mon, none of that gay shit.”

“But I can tell you loooove it, Uzi.” Matt teased, and the Marshadow grumbled against him before they exchanged another kiss, quicker and more fleeting. Matt descended down him, moving back onto his knees, and Uzi’s cock stood to attention in front of him as Matt’s muzzle travelled down, falling upon that cock again. He plunged, taking the few-inch length into his muzzle, and he started to bob once more, a hand coming up to cup and cradle the smoky, borderline-non-corporeal balls.

As he suckled, Uzi turned to the Mimikyu and offered an awkward grin, before he looked over at the other two Pokémon nearby, the others of their group-- a Murkrow and a Litwick sat next to one another, listening to music on the Litwick’s phone while the Murkrow held a parasol to shield the candle Pokémon from the sun above, so he wouldn’t accidentally melt. That music was the only backdrop to Uzi and Matt’s sordid little session, save for the quiet groaning and lewd, suckling sounds. They only had 15 minutes left of lunch before they had to get back to class, though Matt knew the others would linger and avoid it if they could help it, until a teacher came to hunt for them; there were a couple in school who did their best to keep all the kids on the right track.

As Matt bobbed, he heard the Marshadow’s breathing grow heavier and heavier, his humming more purposed, his humping hips more irregular and fervent, and the Umbreon eventually kept his mouth still and looked up at Uzi’s turned-on expression as the Marshadow humped, pre-cum and spit slickening up his smoky dick as he thrust into Matt’s mouth. He cupped his hands around the Umbreon’s cheeks, staring straight into his red eyes, as his breathing picked up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum...” Uzi muttered, plunging his hips faster and faster, his face scrunching up as he groaned in bliss. He finally thrust forward as he orgasmed, and Matt pushed his head down, closing his mouth as he took every last drop. Vivid throbs swelled and pulsed in his throat as thick teenage spurts shot down into his belly, and his hand snaked down his own lithe figure, brushing with his crotch. It was such a turn-on for him to satisfy the Marshadow...and now it was his turn.

“Fuck-- Matt, your brother’s here.”

Or, it should have been.

Matt tugged back, despite the Marshadow’s resistance and gripping hands, and he covered his mouth and coughed as he turned his head, a splash of seed dripping onto his cheek as he turned to see a well-dressed, quiet boy standing just at the corner turning to their hideaway spot. He was a Vaporeon, a shimmering, bright blue, but he wore the uniform of the middle school that sat roughly within the same area as the high school, only a minute or so apart-- one could practically walk between them. In his sweater and shorts, the Vaporeon looked the epitome of innocence, but he stared at Matt’s sordid act as if he’d seen it all before.

“Kai--” Matt coughed again and wiped his cheek of the cum as he pushed himself to his feet, passing by the other Pokémon to approach him, immediately reaching out for his arms. “What’s up? Why are you here? You okay?”

“I got lunch.” Sure enough, the Vaporeon held a small bag in one hand-- the one that Jonah gave them for their packed lunches. “You told me to come over.”

“Right...yeah,” Matt had forgotten he’d mentioned it that morning. “Uh, come on, then.”

He pulled the Vaporeon along towards his group of friends, and the boy, Kai, looked at the others with a quiet smile, before avoiding their glances. The Marshadow tucked himself away and awkwardly looked away as Matt ushered his brother into taking a seat next to him against the back wall of the high school. This was something they did often enough for all of Matt’s friends to be familiar with the Vaporeon, and normally Matt wouldn’t particularly mind doing things in front of him...but on occasion, at times when his brother wanted to eat, or when the mood took him, he decided against it-- that was one such time, but there was no real reason for it. In truth, he actually didn’t trust these new friends that much...and he was a little possessive.

“What did he make us this time?” Matt shifted and lounged, watching as the Vaporeon lifted up the bag, pulling it down around the sides to reveal two small plastic boxes. There’d normally be three, but Kai already passed on Ezra’s lunch. The Vaporeon reached in and pried open one of the tubs inside, revealing a couple of meat-filled sandwiches and some grapes sitting in the bottom. He lifted it up and over to his brother, before taking the second box and opening that up. It was packed identically, and he didn’t hesitate to fish one of the sandwiches out to start eating.

“Ugh, your parents make lunch for you? Nerds.” The Murkrow nearby cawed his amusement, kicking his legs, and the other delinquent boys chittered their approval, giggling to themselves. Matt just dismissively waved a hand and scoffed.

“Half-brother, but yeah, it’s kind of lame...” Matt’s gaze drifted to his brother, who quietly kept his eyes down and chewed. He studied the Vaporeon’s expression for a moment before taking out one of his own sandwiches and eating, leaning ever so slightly into the Vaporeon’s shoulder. The response was subtle, but Kai pushed a little back against him. No one but them noticed.

“So you coming out tonight, or what?” Uzi chimed, leaning forward to look down at the two as the Mimikyu moved, slipping off to the side to get out of the way. He approached the other two on the wall instead, allowing the Marshadow to get closer.

“I dunno. Maybe,” Matt shrugged. “Why you so desperate, huh? I already sucked your dick.”

“No,” Uzi grunted, darting his eyes away as he jabbed his thumb in the direction of the Murkrow sitting nearby. “We were gonna go drink at the park, thought you’d want in. Stav’s gonna slip some ouzo from his dad’s cabinet.”

“Shit, for real? Alright,” Matt grinned, straightening up slightly. “Damn, we’re gonna get shit-faced.”

“Fuck yeah we are!” Stav cried out with a laugh, waving the parasol around. The Litwick next to him, who the group simply called Wicky, quickly pulled the parasol upright to avoid his wax melting, the wick atop his head unlit. Stav mumbled a quick apology as he brought it back down, and Matt leaned back towards his brother, the two of them quickly chomping away at their food; they only had a little bit left before they needed to get back to class. As always, Kai was unusually silent; but he was always not much of a talker, and he never said anything about the kind of things Matt did. He wouldn’t go telling their half-brother about him sneaking out at night, nor would he even so much as talk Matt out of it, either.

For the remaining 10 minutes that they had, Matt and Kai sat around and finished their meals, enjoying the sun, before they quickly had to scarper when they hell the bell ringing inside. Kai gathered up the tubs and put them in the bag before he quickly muttered a short farewell to his brother, and Matt insisted he’d meet him after school to go home. Kai left first, and then Matt soon followed suit.

Though the Umbreon’s friends didn’t bother to rush back to class, Matt didn’t have a choice but to at least attend; he was already on thin ice with Jonah as it was, and he didn’t want to make it any worse.



---------- x x x ----------



By the time the three boys-- Matt, Kai and their younger 9-year-old brother, Ezra, an Eevee-- got home, Jonah was already waiting for him, having got back from his lunch outing around 40 minutes prior, though they weren’t privy to what he did during the day. He didn’t initially greet them, stuck on his remote work, but he did hear them come in, and when he had time, he quickly adjourned from his work computer to go see them. He took his phone with him as he wandered through the house, knowing he was still on call.

“Yo, guys! You up there?” He called as he ascended the stairs in a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants and a T-Shirt, and he rounded the bannister of the upper floor, turning immediately to the right, where Matt’s room sat. A little further down the hall was his own bedroom, but directly behind him was the room Kai and Ezra shared. He didn’t knock as he entered, and perhaps he should have-- he caught the Umbreon mid-changing, but he thankfully wasn’t too indecent yet. The Umbreon stood in his underwear, his awkward button-up school shirt halfway off his body, when he turned to see his half-brother.

“Shit, sorry,” Jonah instinctively looked away, if only because it seemed polite. “Uh, how was school? No calls today.”

“It was fine.” Matt avoided talking about the kind of things he did at school, and he particularly wasn’t all that chatty to Jonah, either. Jonah could only really speculate why that was; from the Arcanine’s perspective, he was kind of a stranger to the teenager, someone who had taken them under his wing...so he would hope they have a sense of gratitude, but that doesn’t necessarily mean there isn’t friction. They still fought, though not as regularly as they used to a handful of months ago.

“Just fine?” Jonah glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, watching as the Umbreon stepped out of his pants, which had been sitting around his ankles, dropping his shirt to the floor as he went. “Hey, pick those up-- you can wear them tomorrow.”

It was times like those that were largely the sticking point in their relationship. Jonah was trying to be a good ‘parent’ and raise them well, but they were still kids, and corralling them into doing things properly was not only a task, but made them resentful. Kai and Ezra were easier to handle, but Matt was the worst-- he could be rebellious and mouthy when he wanted to be. At that moment, the Umbreon groaned and bent down to pick up his clothes, wandering towards the bedroom door in his underwear. He unceremoniously dropped them on Jonah’s hands, which made the Arcanine frown.

“You know how to fold these.” Jonah argued, and Matt looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Can you just do it? Please? I’m really tired.” The Umbreon turned and flopped down onto his bed. Of the three boys, he was the only one with a room to himself; Jonah had chosen it that way because he knew how teenagers could be, given he was one, once upon a time. Matt hadn’t even really bothered to decorate, though; he’d been all for choosing the colours of certain things when the Arcanine took the three of them on a shopping outing shortly after they moved in with him, but he didn’t bother to put up posters, or collect things, or anything like that...then again, he hadn’t been there long yet.

“Just this once,” Jonah conceded, stepping into the room for a moment to place the clothes down and fold them over on the foot of the bed. “Something bothering you?”

“No.” Matt retorted curtly, rolling onto his side, his head on the pillow. His expression was grouchy, but Jonah was kind of used to it.

“Did you eat lunch?”

“Yeah.”

“Any homework?”

“I’ll do it later.”

“Matt...”

“Get off my ass, Jonah,” The Umbreon groaned, rolling onto his back again, pushing himself into a little more of a sitting position. “I just want to relax.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t push it.” Jonah didn’t hold his hands up in surrender, but irritation gnawed in his gut. “If you need help with me, you can ask me, you know? I help out Kai and Ezra with their homework all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Matt waved a hand. “Hey, what’s for dinner?”

“Alfredo.” Jonah straightened up as he took the folded clothes and placed them on top of the Umbreon’s laundry basket; messy as Matt could be sometimes, he didn’t leave things all over the floor...most of the time. For a moment, Jonah could have sworn he saw something peeking out underneath one of the plastic boxes of storage beneath Matt’s bed, but he didn’t get much of a chance to bend down and look at it.

“Oh fuck yeah, I love Alfredo...” Matt groaned with pleasure, rolling his head back, and Jonah just shook his head.

“Don’t let me catch you swearing in front of Ezra. I don’t need two delinquent little kids.” He flashed the boy a toothy grin and he could see the Umbreon rising to the challenge, if only slightly, before he settled down. At least he chuckled, which was Jonah’s main goal; he seemed strangely grouchy when he came in, but looked more relaxed now-- another facet of their relationship that was hard to handle. Matt was strongly resistant to Jonah's nagging, but was much more pliable and receptive when Jonah treated him like an adult, or at least he joked around with him. He stepped back towards the bedroom door and reached for the handle, looking down at the Umbreon over the bridge of his muzzle.

“Dinner’ll be a few hours.”

“That’s cool.”

“Good.” Jonah left him to it, and closed the door enough for it to be ever so slightly ajar, though Matt could fully close it at any time. With that, he looked direction towards the open doorway of Kai and Ezra’s room, hearing some movement beyond. He stepped over towards the doorway and peeked inside, grinning when he saw the two boys in there. They had a room set up kind of like a college dorm, with beds in either far corner, and most of their room’s decorations or belongings split awkwardly down the middle-- the house was big enough for it. On the left-hand side of the room, Kai sat cross-legged on his bed in his uniform, whilst the younger Eevee sat on the floor, still in his own elementary school uniform, with a pair of earbuds cupping around the base of his large pointed ears.

Jonah watched them for a moment, Kai quickly taking notice of them but not saying anything, before the Arcanine crouched down and moved towards the younger boy. He hovered behind him, hands outstretched, before he grabbed him by the waist and dug his fingers in against his sides, not too hard, but enough to make him yelp out in surprise. The Eevee whirled around and squealed, kicking his legs as he thrashed, but Jonah didn’t let up; if there was one thing he was good at, it was being a ‘decent’ big brother, at least to Ezra, who was arguably the easiest to please. He tickled him fiercely, to the point where the young Eevee ended up on the floor, his earbuds popping from his ears as he rolled around in an attempt to wriggle free from Jonah’s grasp. The Arcanine only kept it up for a minute or two before he withdrew his hands, leaving the young Pokémon a panting mess. Above him, Kai watched from the bed with an observant expression.

“Hey, guys. That’s punishment for not saying hello when you came in.” Jonah teased, knowing full well he was busy at the time-- he just wanted an excuse to mess around. Ezra pulled himself into a sitting position and gathered his earbuds, panting from the exertion of being tickled, as Jonah ruffled the top of the boy’s head.

“How was school?” He continued. “Did it go okay?”

“Yeah,” Ezra beamed up at him. “Miss Eliza taught us multi...mult...”

“Multiplication?”

“Uh-huh,” His eyes brightened even more. “I didn’t get it at first, but now I get it.”

“Well that’s good,” Jonah ruffled his head, glancing over towards Kai before back down at Ezra. “Any homework? You know the rules.”

Ezra pouted, but Kai was a little more obedient; he was an odd boy, but he was nice. At Jonah’s quirked eyebrow, Kai leaned forward to rummage through his backpack, and pulled out a small textbook. He flipped to a page and slipped out what looked like a couple of pages, and unfolded them. Jonah could already see from a distance that it was homework-- he remembered enough about his time in stool to still have flashbacks.

“Alright. Why don’t we do it together?” He suggested, looking to the two boys one at a time. “After that, I can get started on dinner. I’m sure you kids are hungry, right?”

“Okay...” Ezra sounded deflated, though Jonah couldn’t blame him. He certainly didn’t want to do homework as a kid either, and it’s not like he had an appreciation for it now...but he also didn’t want to instil bad habits in his siblings, either. Matt would be harder to wrangle...though there was nothing he could do about that.

The Arcanine rose and made his way downstairs, and after a short amount of time, the Vaporeon and Eevee followed suit, bringing their school bags with them. The trio sat around the living room table, just a short distance away from the open-plan kitchen, and Jonah hunched over the work in front of the boys and tried to assist them. Ezra was dealing with some low-grade math problems that Jonah could easily handle-- anything at Matt’s level probably would have been more headache-inducing-- whilst Kai had to write some short answers to questions on history, straight out of a recent textbook. The answers were relatively simple; the name of the 45th President, what year the civil war ended, the advancement of Pokémon tech...simple answers that anyone who’d dipped their feet into basic trivia and at least had a grasp on world affairs would know just by osmosis.

It didn’t take long-- half an hour at most-- and the majority of it was spent explaining to Ezra the more complex nuance of multiplication, in a way that the 9-year-old could understand. Jonah was certain he was bright, and it showed in how quickly he picked it up, even if he needed explaining at first. After some time, the Arcanine got up to prepare dinner, filleting some chicken and spreading it out on the pan so it could cook. He’d promised chicken alfredo, so that’s what he was going to make.

Jonah quietly marvelled at how quick and easy it was to make a reasonable batch for the four of them, and within a short time, he had a whole pan full of pasta combined with a rich, nutmeg-infused cream sauce and heaps of chicken chunks, with Bouffalant cheese mixed in. He couldn’t have done it better if he tried.

“Where’s Matt? Still upstairs?” Jonah asks across the kitchen towards the table, but both boys shrug, neither of them able to answer him. With a grimace, he brings the pan to the side, off the heat, and leaves it there as he pads across the room, peering up the stairs to the landing above. It’s quiet up there, but it’s hard to hear over the TV and Ezra talking to Kai about his homework. The thought crossed his mind to call up to him, but he quickly opted to just go up there himself...he wasn’t sure what possessed him to do that, but he’d find out very soon that it was a mistake to do so.

His padded footsteps and the squish of his paw pads made it easy to ascend without a sound, easy to reach the landing just beside Matt’s room without him alerting the teenager inside. The door was swung almost completely shut, bar from a tiny crack that kept it open-- loose enough for Jonah to just push on it to open it as he leaned into the room.

“Matt, dinner’s r--” The Arcanine froze mid-sentence when his eyes fell upon the Umbreon teen. His sprawled figure on the bed, his hoodie ridden up to his chest area, his hands delved down, cupped around a very dark, very naked crotch. His eyes immediately snapped down, realisation dawning on Jonah’s face when his brain registered the outline of a slick dark cock, small but pubescent, and the pants that clung just beneath the glowing rings on the Umbreon’s thighs. Both of them were uncomfortably silent, taken by surprise, for just a couple of seconds before all hell broke loose.

“Jonah!” Matt immediately scrambled to cover himself just as Jonah turned.

“Shit!” Jonah hissed out loud, quickly raising a hand to cover his eyes. “I’m sorry, I, uh...dinner’s ready.”

“G-Get out!”

“Yep. Got it.”

Jonah quickly sidestepped back out into the hall and yanked on the door, slamming it shut. For a moment, he stood there, his head in his hands as colour rose to his cheeks...this was probably one of the few times he actually felt hot. It was never fire, nor anger, but pure embarrassment that made him feel hot under the collar. He couldn’t get the image of Matt’s dick out of his head. Its small turgid shape, the humanoid tip, the loose foreskin that was so easily peeled back by small hands...his plump nuts...a heat came over Jonah that intermingled with the embarrassment, something tangible and...familiar.

As quickly as that feeling came, he quashed it. No. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t. It was a horrifying thing to think of his own half-sibling. And he was a male-- Jonah wasn’t even into guys. Never had been.

Jonah wordlessly descended, keeping his face straight as he moved from the bottom of the stairs back to the kitchen. Neither of the two boys at the table looked up to him as he passed by them, but he could tell by their silence and the tension in the air that they must have heard the outburst upstairs. Jonah grabbed a pair of tongs and lifted out piles of pasta into 4 separate small bowls, making sure to distribute it evenly before he sprinkled some more Bouffalant cheese on top. It was still warm, and he could see the cheese melting in real time...but just in case, he conjured a small, precise flame with a flick of his wrist, and narrowed its area into a fine blow-torch-like flame...a little quirk he’d learned from all the wrong people as a teenager. It left a browned exterior to the dish, enough to give it some crunch, and he brought the plates to the table.

“Where’s Matt?” Ezra asked with a frown, causing Jonah to briefly startle.

“He’ll be right down. Just...” Jonah couldn’t find an appropriate word for a moment. “Using the bathroom.”

It was an awful excuse, but neither Ezra nor Kai questioned him on it, and they fell into silence as Jonah placed their food in front of them, encouraging them to eat. The Arcanine slumped into his seat and ran a hand over the back of his neck, fingers sinking into the creamy fluff of his mane. There was an awkward silence for a while, and just when he thought he might have to get up to go get Matt, he heard movement upstairs. Trudging footsteps announced the Umbreon’s arrival, and the teen wordlessly came to the table, taking the empty seat with the plate waiting for him.

Jonah glanced down at his food, a lump forming in his throat, and he glanced up quick enough to see Matt staring over at the other two boys, who were giving him a look as if to question what had happened without outwardly asking. Matt’s expression is hard to read, and when his gaze shifts towards Jonah’s direction, the Arcanine casts his eyes down, trying to avoid meeting his gaze. It was awkward. Way too awkward.

“Can we go out on the weekend, Jonah?” Matt suddenly asked, causing Jonah to jolt, his eyes wide for a moment, like a Stantler in headlights.

“Oh. Uh, what for? You got any ideas?” Jonah asked, absently picking at the pasta on his plate.

“There’s that new movie coming out...” Matt mumbled, eyes darting all over the place.

“The new-- Frightener? That...” Jonah had heard stories. “Insane gore flick? You want to see that?”

“All my friends are going to see it...” Matt tried to argue, and Jonah sighed, resting a cheek on his hand. All the awkwardness had gone before. At least, for a moment it had...but as Jonah looked at the teen, the image flashed through his mind. He had to gulp it down, his mouth feeling suspiciously dry.

“Putting my thoughts aside on a teenager seeing such a gorey movie...” Jonah continued. “They won’t even let you in the theatre. How’re your friends going to see it?”

“Stav was gonna have his brother sneak them in. They work at the movie theatre...” Remembering all the little details about the kids was the worst part. If Jonah recalled right, Matt had a few friends...Stav...Stavros was the Murkrow.

“And what? You just want me to drop you off at the theatre and go see it with your buds?” The Arcanine stuck out a tongue for a moment. “No way. You’re gonna need a chaperone, even if your friend’s brother is there. I’ll come with you.”

“Are you...sure?” Matt seemed put off. Maybe he thought Jonah might cramp his style-- that’s what the Arcanine thought anyway. But it didn’t matter to him; he had to at least make it seem like he was being a good parent...and from the experience of what he was like when he was a teenager, it wouldn’t end at just a no.

“I can handle a gorey movie. You have no idea what kind of things I saw on the internet when I was your age,” He waves a hand, trying to avoid the pitfalls of that usual ‘boomer’ talk. “I won’t make your friends cringe, I’ll just be there in case one of you pukes on the seats and I have to take you home.”

“I’m not going to do that.” He looked pretty confident about it, and didn’t seem to waver when Jonah quirked an eyebrow.

“We’ll see about that,” Jonah scoffed, feeling calmed down enough that he might actually be able to take a bite of his food. “But I’ll only take you if you finish your homework this week. Get it all done and show me and I’ll take you, guaranteed, promise. Deal?”

“Ugh,” The Umbreon slumped for a moment, before he pursed his muzzle. “Okay. Deal.”

“Good.” Jonah grinned at him, and for a moment things seemed normal, before he cast his gaze down to his food and settled into silence, chewing on the chunks of meat and pasta. Things had smoothed over, for now.

But little did Jonah know, this was the start of the shift in his relationship with Matt...and the other two boys, too.



---------- x x x ----------



Over time, things started to change. At first, Jonah didn’t even notice it-- he thought the little mishaps were just coincidental accidents that he couldn’t hold anybody responsible for...but over the course of a month, they got worse and worse.

It began innocent enough. Matt might accidentally come out of the shower without his towel properly wrapped around his waist, or just holding it in front of him, at what felt like utterly inopportune times, when Jonah was coming out of his room or going upstairs. Matt might suddenly burst into the bathroom as Jonah’s using it, he barges into the Arcanine’s room unannounced when Jonah’s changing out of gym clothes when he’s just got back from working out. Matt would magically be mid-changing into different clothes whenever Jonah came up the stairs...so many scenarios occurred over the month that felt like they were utterly unintentional. Jonah thought he was just going crazy at first and thinking too much about it. But he started to twig to Matt’s behaviour eventually; it wasn’t just the impromptu wardrobe malfunctions, the awkwardness at which they always seemed to be catching the other naked by some stroke of luck...Matt wasn’t as exacerbated or embarrassed as he had been the first time. In fact, he seemed to linger, almost deliberately, wanting to make sure Jonah got a good look before telling him to look away, or apologising for barging in.

He felt like he was going crazy, like his shame was making him see things that weren’t actually there. He doubted his thoughts many times, but couldn’t shake the feeling no matter how hard he tried. It was weird. Despite his intuition, Jonah couldn’t talk to the teen about it-- to even mention it would bring it to light, and that was something he never wanted to have to talk about. He was already dreading the Pidgeys and the Beedrils talk with Ezra and Kai, but at least he had a couple of years to wait until then. It was inevitable, however, that he’d have to nip Matt’s acts in the bud; he couldn’t understand them, couldn’t justify them, but he didn’t want the other two starting to pick up those behaviours, the Eevee especially.

On a quiet and cosy Saturday night near the end of May, Jonah sat on the couch, brooding over his thoughts as the TV played background music. The kids were upstairs; he was pretty certain Ezra was fast asleep, because he’d started to doze a little bit after dinner and Jonah had ushered him up, and Kai was likely hanging out with Matt-- the two were kind of inseparable sometimes. That left him alone with his thoughts for a decent amount of time, and though he should be finishing off some work he didn’t get around to completing earlier in the day, he instead played scenarios through in his head over and over, trying to figure out the way best to have that conversation.

A shuffle to his right caught him by surprise. He was so zoned out that he hadn’t even heard someone coming down the stairs. He turned on the couch and looked behind him to see the telltale flicker of black fur behind the door of the fridge.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here a minute.”

There was a moment of silence as Jonah turned around, and he heard the fridge door shut. He heard the boy’s padded footsteps as his own heartbeat quickened, until the teen finally came into view. Thankfully, he was clothed-- he sported a loose t-shirt with the pattern of some band Jonah had never heard of, and a pair of black shorts he remembered buying him shortly after they moved into his home. The Umbreon held a Capsa-sun in his hand, the emblazoned logo of a Capsakid biting into a Sitrus berry front and centre.

“We uh...need to have a talk.” Jonah didn’t encourage the boy to sit, but he did squirm in his own seat a little. He tried not to look at Matt’s face, but from the way the Umbreon continued to stand there, he was expecting him to continue.

“Look...” Jonah began, trying to find the words. “Things have been kind of weird lately between us, a lot of weird, uh...accidents. And...I think it’s getting to be a bit too much, so we should set some ground rules...”

It was hard to look up at the boy, but he thought he was doing a good job. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Umbreon move a little closer, shuffling until his legs were just a couple of inches from the Arcanine’s own. Like Matt, he was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt as well...it was coming into summer, so it was warm around the house. It felt strangely uncomfortable that he was so close, and for a moment it caused the Arcanine’s words to falter and slow. He looked up to see Matt staring down at him, sucking on a short plastic straw until the Capsa-sun in his grip entirely flattens out.

“Do you...get it?” Jonah asked with a frown, shifting nervously in his seat, when Matt didn’t respond to his words.

“Yeah. I get it.” Matt pulled the Capsa-sun from his mouth and unceremoniously tossed it onto the coffee table. “You got worked up, right?”

“W-What?” Jonah spluttered as he felt the colour rising to his face. Shit, he didn’t think he’d be seen so easily-- wasn’t Matt still just a teenager? How could he even make that assumption about him? When Jonah tried to argue his case, Matt only drew closer, brushing his knee against the larger male’s own. Jonah tensed, sucking in a breath, as his skin tingled just from a little contact.

“You always stared a little too long, so I just kind of thought you liked boys.” Matt said it so matter-of-factly that his teasing and subtle touching lost all intimacy. A chill danced up Jonah’s spine, a stark contrast to the flooding heat of his face, and he reached out a hand to gently push the Umbreon back.

“Matt, no. That’s not...you can’t just say things like that about people. I’ll get in trouble, or worse.” He affirmed his stance, but despite pushing the Umbreon back, Matt pressed against his fingers and palm, deliberately leaning against his outstretched hand. Jonah, naturally, didn’t bow his elbow and cause the Umbreon to fall, instinctively keeping him up.

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Matt countered, his hands snaking up and curling against the Arcanine’s forearm. He pressed his fingers down and stroked at the skin beneath the fur, but Jonah’s arm didn’t wobble-- it took a lot for him not to give in. The Umbreon pressed closer, deliberately sliding his knee to the side so that Jonah’s leg slipped between his teen limbs.

“Matt, stop--”

“Shhh...” Matt hushed him with an uncharacteristically sultry tone, the yellow rings on his body glowing and pulsing brighter.  “You feel it, right?”

Jonah gulped, a lump forming in his throat as he felt the pressure of the Umbreon’s crotch riding against his upper leg. Matt had lowered himself down enough to deliberately rub himself against the older male, and Jonah couldn’t deny that he felt the mass of it smearing back and forth beneath the fabric. Jonah’s gaze travelled down Matt’s body, taking in his slim teen frame, before looking up to his face. The Umbreon was smirking at him, amused by his expression. Though he initially resisted, Jonah’s arm loosened, and the Umbreon leant in, seizing the space that the Arcanine was making. He leaned in close, ducking his young muzzle down until his nose and lips brushed against the fluff of Jonah’s neck.

“You want to fuck me so bad...” Matt whispered, brushing his mouth up against Jonah’s side. “I can smell it on you.”

“S-Stop...” Jonah leaned his head away, his muzzle wobbling as his face scrunched up. “You’re my half-brother, I can’t...you can’t...”

“It’s just us here.” Matt insisted, grinding his hips back and forth. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I-I can’t do this.” Jonah slipped his hands between them to try and push Matt back, but he couldn’t find the strength, not when the Umbreon’s hand slipped down his body, worming between his arms, to stroke around Jonah’s belly...an Arcanine’s weakness. How did he know so much?

Thoughts ran through Jonah’s mind. Maybe his little half-brother had been researching stuff about Arcanines because he wanted this. Maybe all those little acts he did before were deliberate...from what he was saying, it felt likely. But this was still wrong, wasn’t it? This was his half-brother, someone he was meant to be taking care of, who’d been through a difficult time...someone who was still adjusting to life in a different place. Was this his way of acting out? Jonah couldn’t fault his knowledge of sex-- he’s pretty sure the Umbreon was taught it already, and it wasn’t like he wasn’t active with all the pretty girls when he was Matt’s age...but still...

Jonah stiffened when he felt pressure against his crotch, and he squirmed in his seat as Matt deliberately groped the front of his shorts, pressing down his with his fingers to feel the outline of his adult package. A shake exhale came from the Arcanine, pleasure spreading across his body and up his chest, as Matt’s fingers flexed-- his half-brother’s fingers. A quiet groan came from him, and it took all his willpower not to whimper.

“Please, Matt, I can’t...” He tried again to muster to courage to fight him off, shame and desire brewing him in and spreading like a wildfire that ignited all the fire-type tendencies in him. “You don’t understand...”

“What don’t I get?” Matt teased. “You’re getting hard. I’m getting hard...we’re just two guys wanting to fuck.”

“F-First of all, you’re 14. You’re just a kid. And second...I’m not...into males.” Jonah hissed, but his voice felt weak. There was a pause after his words, followed by a giggle from the Umbreon.

“Jonah,” The Umbreon scoffed. “It’s 2025. Everyone’s  queer.”

“Who told you that?”

“I just know,” He insisted. “And I know you’re horny. I can feel it.”

Jonah didn’t respond, hesitant to, but unfortunately, his body told a different story. It was clear he was getting hard. He’d thought a lot about Matt over the past month, about his body, but his shame was twofold-- both the fact he was his half-brother, just a teenager, and the fact he was a male, something that he’d never even thought of before, not even with people he’d had long-lasting friendships with. In the silence, Matt slowly pulled back, and a brief moment of relief crossed Jonah’s face before his eyes widened; Matt withdrew, but not because he was backing off. Instead, he reached down and yanked his t-shirt over his head, revealing his slim figure. The only other time Jonah had been so close to the boy topless was when he had to show him how the shower worked shortly after he moved in. This was...a wholly different scenario. The circular rings on Matt’s upper arms glowed, pulsing in time with what Jonah assumed to be his quickened heartbeat.

“Touch me.” Matt’s words were gentle, but it almost sounded like he was begging. Jonah couldn’t even bring himself to lift a hand, let alone do what the boy wanted, so Matt did it for him; he reached down, took the Arcanine’s orange-furred hand, and lifted it up to the teen’s slim, black-furred chest. Jonah froze, trying to fight every logical thought inside him, and his palm brushed against the warmth of Matt’s body. He was so slim and tender and so...attractive. The yearning in Jonah’s gut was so palpable, but it scared him. This was something he wouldn’t be able to take back if he gave in.

Matt urged his hand down, tugging on Jonah’s arm as the Arcanine’s fingers slipped towards that smooth, tucked-in stomach. The more that Matt encouraged him to touch, the brighter those glowing rings and bands seemed to become, but they were never to the point of blinding...not to Jonah, who spent most of his working hours in front of a computer. A hum escaped the older male’s throat when the bottom of his hand touched with the top of the Umbreon’s shorts, daring him to sink further, but he resisted. Even at that moment, he was still fighting it.

Without a word, Matt, slipped a hand beneath Jonah’s own, shuffling around and loosening what the Arcanine assumed to be the button of his shorts. In the moment of reprieve he had, he withdrew his hand, but quickly regretted the move when it revealed the sight of Matt’s parted pants, and the turgid bulge hidden beneath. His underwear, loose blue boxer shorts, were damp in the most protruding spot, and it visibly twitched under Jonah’s gaze. He’d tried so hard to resist his impulses and urges, but it was starting to wane just from that sight alone. His own loins strained, constrained by his own clothing, begging for release. He didn’t resist when Matt grabbed his hand and brought it forward, and though shame crept to the forefront of his mind, lust for his younger half-brother overshadowed it when he felt the eager twitching of the teen’s cock against his palm.

“Don’t be shy.” Matt mumbled, lidded his eyes over as Jonah’s hand pressed firmly to his crotch, but the Arcanine didn’t flex his hand, nor did he press further. He was locked in indecision, fighting about urges that he hadn’t experienced since he was a hormonal teenager. When he didn’t move, Matt squirmed, rocking against his hand.

“...Fuck, come on, Jonah,” Matt openly complained, letting his teen streak come through. “Just...please?”

Jonah would have withstood any of Matt’s probing, could have handled his little taunts and even the rubbing of his crotch against the Arcanine’s leg...but when he so sweetly begged, when he nudged in a way that felt desperate, Jonah crumbled. Matt must have seen it in his expression, for the Umbreon scooted forwards, lifting his hands to put them around the Arcanine’s neck, and Jonah leant in, his own large hands coming up to cup around the teen’s back and behind as he pulled him closer. They didn’t kiss-- their muzzles didn’t even touch-- but the embrace was passionate and filled with raw lust, at least from Jonah’s end. He buried his muzzle into the slender curve between the Umbreon’s neck and shoulder as the claws on his right hand raked up, tucking against the waistline of Matt’s undone shorts so that he could sink beneath them.

Their movements quickly became more animated as desire overtook them, or at least for Jonah it did. Once he got a handful of the teen’s ass, and felt the curve and weight of it in his palm, his other hand came down to start pulling at the shorts, wanting them off. Matt squirmed against him, huffing and letting out grunts in all the right places as he tried to stretch his legs to make their removal easier, and it took some shimmying, but they eventually slipped far enough down for the Umbreon to kick them off. Jonah hesitated for barely a moment before working on his underwear next, pulling those small boxers down until the Umbreon’s cock, knotted and small, sprung to attention, briefly caught in the elastic of the waistband before it was finally freed.

Jonah couldn’t help but stare at it, enamoured by the sight as his heartbeat quickened. It was maybe a few inches, around 3 or 4, with a thick pulsing knot and an already pre-soaked tip, revealing the boy’s arousal. Just looking at it should have put Jonah off, but he was instead more turned on by the sight of it...has his orientation really changed? He didn’t even have time to think about it or even process it-- the lust quickly quashed any anxiety that bubbled within him, especially when Matt shuffled forward, leaning so that he could stretch his legs out and kick his underwear off his ankle.

“What are you waiting for?” Matt asked, leaning back to let Jonah take it all in, deliberately rocking his hips. His gaze flicked down and the Arcanine followed it, quickly surmising where his eyes were drawn to. Jonah was hesitant no longer; he reached down, withdrawing his hands from the Umbreon, to bring them to his own shorts, where he easily popped the button and tucked his thumbs in. He had the same problem as Matt-- his cock was rigidly pushing the front of his boxers out, and as he swept the shorts over the curvature of his masculine behind and tried to bring his boxers with it, his member became caught. He forcibly angled the member down, watching Matt’s eyes widen as Jonah’s pants were pushed further and further down his thighs until, finally, the thick tapering tip of his member cleared the waistband. It swung up, wetly smacking against his shirt, and a strand of pre-cum spurted from the end of his canine-shaped cock, leaving a damp streak across his top that travelled all the way up to his chest.

“Holy shit.” Matt was evidently awe-struck. Jonah didn’t think he was that big-- it was maybe around 7 or 8 inches, including the knot. He was a little on the thicker side though, but not by much.

“Language.” Jonah argues, heat rising to his face as he sneaks the shorts and underwear down longer, until his knees are constricted by the firm fabric, only allowing him to spread them a little. He can see Matt’s gaze running from his cock all the way down past the pulsing knot to the Arcanine’s plump balls, and it felt oddly erotic to be taken in so hungrily by a teen...no, by his half-brother.

“You’re really gonna complain that I said shit when we’re both kind of naked?” Matt remarked, his tone taking on a strange tone, and having him openly say it made the Arcanine cringe, but it also made his dick throb-- it was like the confirming from his own half-brother’s lips kind of solidified everything. In the brief silence that followed, Matt shuffled forward some more, swinging his leg over the side of Jonah’s own, so that he could straddle him fully. He dragged himself closer until the Arcanine’s cock was sandwiched between his own adult frame and the teen’s own, and Jonah became vividly aware of the smaller pulsing mass against his aching cock. 

“W-Wait...” Jonah began when Matt started to lift, the older male putting two and two together. “You’re way too young to take that...”

“I’ve been practising.” Matt insisted, but that just left Jonah with more questions.

“I...what? How are you even--”

“Shhh...” Matt pressed a finger to Jonah’s lips, and despite the power dynamic, it shut the Arcanine up. Maybe it was better not to question it...at least for the moment. He would definitely have plenty to ask later, though.

With a sweeping motion, Matt sailed up high enough for the Arcanine’s cock to spring up and slip between his slender legs, and Jonah shakily exhaled as the Umbreon delved a hand down to grasp it with his hands. There was no foreplay between them; Matt rather bluntly angled the tip of his older half-brother’s cock up towards his behind, where the tapering end messily slipped between his cheeks, pre-cum readily oozing from his tip and getting all around the soft flesh and delicate fur. Jonah’s heart hammered wildly in his chest, reality sinking in; he was going to fuck his half-brother’s ass. Just the thought of it had him aching, and he should have been terrified, but at the moment he wasn’t even thinking.

Matt didn’t warn him, nor did he hesitate for very long. After a couple of moments, he started to sink down, his tight teen hole pressing to the tip of the Arcanine’s cock and spreading around it, taking the member as if he’d done it so many times before. The ease at which Jonah sank inside made him both concerned but also intoxicatingly aroused; lust rushed through him as his hands moved of their own accord, snapping to the Umbreon’s thighs to steady his half-sibling’s descent. He could feel Matt trembling around his cock-- he was putting on a brave face, but his body told a different story. Despite that, the teen sank lower and lower, his stiff little dick bouncing madly with his own arousal as Jonah’s member slipped deeper and deeper. Matt mumbled something under his breath that sounded like swearing, before he pushed himself down with more force, shoving down a couple of inches until he was halfway down the man’s cock.

“Arceus...” Jonah sucked in a breath, his face scrunching up-- it felt so hot and tight, and every muscle in his body tensed up under the pressure. He was certain that Matt was already at his limit, but surprise crossed his features when the Umbreon sank even deeper, his body trembling. It left Jonah to wonder whether he’d even taken something of his size before. His teen half-brother slipped lower and lower, the 14-year-old barely giving himself any time to adjust until, after just a handful of moments, his taut flesh pressed to the top of the Arcanine’s knot. Jonah’s gaze raked down, spotting only a small bulge in the Umbreon’s belly where his own cock protruded and fit snugly inside the teen’s body.

“Are you...” Jonah’s first thought was to ask if he was okay; after all, he was taking a lot. The way the Umbreon looked at him, however, made him shit up, for he had that kind of look that seemed like he didn’t need coddling. Matt slowly eased himself up, and Jonah could feel his cock surging and throbbing, knowing he was probably pumping pre-cum straight into the boy’s behind. His member glistened with fluids as Matt tugged upwards, only a handful of inches before he plunged back down. A wet squelch followed his descent, followed by a sharp, boyish grunt. Just his young sounds were strangely erotic to the Arcanine, who responded to his vocalisation with his own, in the form of a quiet, groaning sigh.

Neither of them said another word, mainly because they didn’t need to. Matt proved his experience in his rocking motions, and Jonah was naturally inclined to follow, rocking his hips and gyrating subtly in time with the teenager’s movements. His hands gripped firmly to the Umbreon’s hips as he rolled his hips, his cock slowly slipping in and out-- there was resistance at first, but over the course of a couple of minutes, the movements seemed easy. Jonah was secretly glad that Matt wasn’t riding him faster; he was pretty certain he would have cum far too quickly if he did. Matt was unfathomably tight, milky every inch of the Arcanine’s cock save for his knot, and it was that pressure that urged the adult closer and closer to an impending climax.

Over time, Jonah’s hands shifted, moving from the slender boyish hips of his half-brother to his fine, rounded ass. The desire for the teenager clouded his judgement, and with it came a pent-up pressure that formed in his loins, growing and coiling tighter with every passing second. How long had it been since he’d hooked up with someone?  6 months at the minimum, but he knew it’d been longer than that. He didn’t know how badly he needed this, despite all the shame. With increasing fervency, he started to thrust his hips up against the Umbreon’s slow, measured movements, and the gentle gasps and squeaks that came from the teen just turned Jonah on even more. It ignited a passion in him, spurred on aggressive instincts that urged him to expend his plentiful stamina. It was like he wanted to bite down on him, or run miles around a race track. It made his muscles burn, made his grip tighten...it was a scary yet addictive sensation.

Matt felt rigid in his grip as Jonah started to put effort into thrusting himself. The teen didn’t tremble or shake from his thrusts, but he did occasionally quiver, and sharply exhale, in a way that seemed like he was enjoying himself more than he was enduring. Jonah could feel his half-brother's little cock nudging against his stomach with every other thrust, as the Umbreon leant forwards and into him. One of his hands moved from Matt’s ass up to his back and pulled him closer, his arm wrapping around his slim back-furred body as his other hand dragged towards the teen’s hip. It was a solid grip, one that kept the Umbreon steady as he started to buck his hips faster, pumping his body and cock up into Matt’s body until his knot mashed and squished against his taut hole. With every quick hump, Matt let out a breathy grunt, his mouth agape as his head nestled instinctively into the Arcanine’s shoulder.

There was no doubt about it; Jonah was definitely going to cum any second now. The pressure growing in his body and the burning fire that spread to every limb and cascaded across every muscle was indicative enough of it. Fire-types ran hot, and he was no exception-- it took so much willpower for him not to let the heat of it spread to the Umbreon, whose vibrantly, near-blinding glowing rings were a perfect reminder that he was a dark type, first and foremost. The wet squelching sounds of their taboo sex were getting messier and messier as Jonah’s huffs intensified and his breathing quickened. He could no longer hold back his groans; they grew to be loud and heavy, signalling his impending orgasm. 

He sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to swear, as he plunged his hips upwards, trying to tug Matt down onto his knot as he passed the point of no return. A shudder rolled through him, causing Matt to push back against his hands, trying to get some distance between them. Jonah's face scrunched up, his body tensing, as his grip loosened enough for the teen to arch his back. The Arcanine peeked an eye open for just a moment to see the teen bringing a hand down to his own cock, and just the sight of his young, slightly bulging stomach was enough to send Jonah over the edge.

With a long, aching sigh, Jonah rolled his head back, met with both inexplicable relief and mild frustration. His knot remained firmly outside of the Umbreon’s body as his cock throbbed in waves, the bulbous base swelling and inflating with his climax. A thick, plentiful spurt shot from the tapering end of his cock straight into his half-brother’s insides, and the twitches and throbs that followed oozed and splattered off-white seed into every crevice of his hole, until it readily trickled around the edges, dribbling onto Jonah’s knot and towards the plumpness of his restricted sheath. He groaned, legs straightening out, the toes of his paws curling before he flopped, hands loosely cupping the teen’s body as his head rolled and rested on the back of the couch.

In front of him, he heard whimpering and huffing, and he peeked open an eye again to watch the Umbreon’s hand fiercely jerk his own cock, stroking as his other hand rubs the bulge in his stomach from the Arcanine’s erection, which Jonah can only just barely feel amidst all the pleasure. He watched as that small hand stroked up and down, watched the way the small cock bounced and twitched as if fighting against his grip, as it glistened with pre-cum and fluids. With each flexing twitch, Matt’s insides clenched tight, applying pressure to the Arcanine’s sensitive cock almost to the point of discomfort. It made him grit his teeth, but he kept his gaze fixed on the teen’s cock, watching with delight as pre-cum spurted from the tip, and another thicker, more gooey splatter of opaque cum followed it.

Matt grunted, pushing his ups against his own hand, huffing and scrunching up his face as he orgasmed, but Jonah could see he wasn’t fully satisfied. He moved his hand from the Umbreon’s hip, a mixture of lust and apprehension brushed across his body before he brought his larger hand to the teen’s cock, where his fingers slipped down and he wormed the thick orange-furred digits beneath the teen’s knot, getting his fingers into the crevice between the base and his sheath. Matt let out a noise akin to a confused, mildly strangled groan, before he squeaked and turned into a metaphorical puddle in the Arcanine’s grip as Jonah tugged on the knot, simulating all of his half-brother’s wildest desires. He humped instinctively against the adult’s hand, tugging on the knot further, as spurts shot from his cock in arching dribbles, with more force than before.

Jonah continued to stimulate him, his fingers pushing and rolling as the Umbreon huffed and panted, relying on the Arcanine’s hand to stop him from completely falling backwards. He watched as dribbles of teen nut trickled down, some of it staining the Arcanine’s shirt, until the smaller cock began to subside, still hard in his hand, but noticeably a little limper than before. The two of them panted in the aftermath of their sex, the clarity of it setting in...though, Jonah was certain the two of them were of sound mind before this happened. But still, the realisation of what he’d done set in...and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Matt closed his eyes and seemed to take deep breaths for a while, catching his breath, before he eventually opened his eyes.

Matt was as silent as he was. Neither of them seemed to know what to say, but that was just Jonah’s perception. After a handful of moments, the Umbreon started to squirm, the rings on his body dimming, and he shifted his legs, trying to push himself up. Jonah cupped around his behind and helped him, shuddering briefly at the feeling of that hole sliding off of his spent cock, and with a suctioning wet noise, the entrance left the tip. Jonah’s cock sagged, a trail of cum oozing from the tip, the length of it slick and messy with fluids. Matt seemed to struggle for a moment, and he didn’t complain when Jonah sat up to try and ease him to the side-- eventually, the naked teen managed to find purchase on the couch, and rolled in a way that quickly got him up and onto his feet.

“You should...” Jonah began, struggling to find the words.

“Take a shower. Yep. On it.” Matt sounded a little awkward, and he looked to be struggling to stand. Despite that, he seemed to have a peculiar smile on his face as he looked over at the Arcanine, his gaze clearly raking up and down. He stood there for a few moments, his body trembling as he clenched his muscles, before he turned and waddled out of the room, leaving his clothes on the floor. Jonah looked down, taking in the sight of the teen’s clothes on the floor, and off the sticky trail of fluid that ran down his inner thighs as he quickly headed into the hallway.

Jonah sat there for a moment and turned his attention down, looking at his own member, the way it throbbed and swung up and down. His knot was still well-inflated, stuck there until it died down...it would be a while, at least. But it’s not like anybody would disturb him now anyway, so he could let it hang free. Though honestly, it was the least of his worries.

Reality was setting in, and he had only one question...what the fuck had he done?