“Fuck!” Bourgeoisie pounded his fists against a nearby tree, his tail lashing back and forth. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” He tore at the tree with his foreclaws ripping away at the bark until it was stripped bare. He breathed heavily, his head falling against the tree. His paws pressed hard to the bare spot, tears dropping and rolling down over his scaly arms.

The wind picked up through the woods, pulsing a chill over his spine. The shredded bark at his feet began to get swept up, and Bourgeoisie snatched up a larger piece before it could get away, slipping it into his mouth to chew with his back teeth. He slumped down onto the ground, staring at the roots.

His head was pounding. There were no words left; no coherent thoughts inside. He just chewed the bark, stared forward and cried into the grass. It tasted oddly sweet, soothing him gradually. He needed Proletariat. How did today turn so sour?

He reached up, and started carving a heart into the space he’d stripped the bark from. He stood, finishing it off with a “B” + “P” in the center. He stepped away and flopped over onto his back; then spat onto the ground to clear the bark out of his mouth. He gazed at the entrance to the temple, pondering how long he’d have to wait.

“Mmm…fuck.”

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The final schoolbell for the day resounded through the halls of the temple, followed shortly by a flood of scaly paws-on-stone. Proletariat weaved his way against the flow of the river of dragons flowing toward the outdoors; he had already been out of his last class for the day, waiting for everyone else to be let out to pay a visit to his mentor, Irros.

He was headed further into the temple, where the younger dragons had most of their classes. Though he was only two or three years older than them, he stood much taller than those he passed. It made for some funny looks from those who’d stare up at him only to turn away when he tried to make eye contact. The exception was, oddly enough, likely the smallest dragon in the temple; or at least the smallest male.

Proletariat had seen him around a couple times before; it was kind of hard to miss his bright yellow scales and dark blue spines. Previously he’d noted this dragon watching him: mostly in the lunchroom or outside before school started. This was the first time he’d looked at him up close though. He noticed him staring right away as he exited his classroom, looking in Proletariat’s direction as he followed his peers into the hall. They got closer, keeping eyes on each other, and the yellow dragon gave him a wink. He smiled back at him toothily as they passed, and Proletariat felt their tails brush against one another. He stopped, turning his head to watch the male walk away from him. He licked his lips deviously, staring and hoping he might look back at him again.

The smaller dragon’s pace picked up, bumping into his peers as he nearly ran away from him. He didn’t look back however, so once he was out of sight, Proletariat continued forward to Irros’ classroom. He knocked on the doorframe, sticking only his head inside. “Excuse me sir,” he spoke firmly and clearly, “Is now still a good time?”

“Yes come in, Mister Proletariat!” Irros called out. The icy blue dragon was seated in the far corner, his desk between them a cluttered mess of scrolls and parchment, some cascading over onto the floor around him. He marked down a few more things, then unceremoniously shoved everything over off of the desk. “You’ll have my full attention!”

Proletariat giggled, shaking his head as he approached him. “You don’t have to do that every time you know.”

“But you still laugh even now!” he bellowed, shaking the room with his raucous laughter. He smiled, settling back to rest his neck and head on the wall. “I suppose when you said earlier you wanted to talk, it’s not just to say hello.”

Proletariat sat down against the closest desk to his, looking at his face, then away and back again. “Well perhaps I should sometimes, but you know how that can be around here.”

They chatted for a while about school, work and home. Irros going on and on about the classes he taught and his mate, with Proletariat just nodding along politely. And Irros doing the same while Proletariat described what he had been liking and disliking with school recently, and about his parents, while cleanly avoiding bringing up Bourgeoisie just yet.

“Now, that’s enough small talk; we both clearly have lives to get back to, right? So I imagine this visit has to do with…you and your brother?”

“Right, of course. Things have progressed a bit more than I would have expected. But well–”

“As much as I respect you, young dragon, your decisions on this matter seem ever more questionable. And I feel that–”

“Sir! I know how you feel on the subject. But I still come to you because I respect your experience and wisdom.” He stared him down, frowning and holding back a growl. “I ask that you not slander Bourgeoisie. Especially because you’ll not like what I have to say, but I need your unbiased advice now.”

“Oh ancestors, I seem to have struck a nerve. Fine, come on then!” Irros smiled at him.

Proletariat sighed. “Sure, sure…so this morning, Bourgeoisie was ah, getting very uncharacteristically emotional. In fact, I’m pretty sure it carried over from last night; I think he cried himself to sleep over it.”

“Really now? I wouldn’t expect that gremlin to have emotions–”

“Yes, he does!” he snapped, “Look, he was trying to work through his feelings. He doesn’t talk to anyone else about like anything, okay? So when he started having more, um, romantic thoughts about me it just built up for a while until–”

“No way, don’t you dare–” Irros sat up from against the wall, eyes wide and nostrils flaring.

“Correct, he finally expressed what was going on, and at first I was a bit dismissive, trying to walk him back a bit. But then–”

“As you very well should be!” he boomed, standing to his feet. “Not just defiling our societal norms, but the foundations of our existence? Have you any idea the issues that…where are you going?!”

Proletariat had stood up, knocking over the desk he had been sitting against. “Somewhere else; I thought you were still worth my time.”

“Proletariat, stop! Calm down, that’s a rude way to look at this.”

“I will not. I thought you were better than this, and that I could trust you alright!? Not…not be shut down by someone I respected.” He turned away toward the door. His eyes welled up, and he pushed out of the room to keep from crying. Irros had never acted quite like this, not even letting him finish what he had to say!

“Wait Proletariat!” Irros called after him, though he made no move to follow. His face fell, 
confused and uncomprehending.

Proletariat ran for the outside, clacking through the empty halls. He dripped onto the floor, just focused on running as hard as he could for the outside. Maybe it was better that he didn't get through it. Perhaps Irros wasn’t the trustworthy adult he was thought to be; too biggoted, or maybe narrow-minded? He hadn’t had this issue before Proletariat…came out to him more directly. He burst through the outside doors, banging it into the outer wall behind it.

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Meanwhile, Bourgeoisie sat outside the temple, beside the stairs leading inside. He’d tucked himself into the corner, hiding to wait and surprise his brother. Watching many others leave, he fiddled with a rock on the ground, massaging his paws with it a little bit. Proletariat had told him he was going to visit with Irros for a bit, because it had been over a month since he’d spoken with him. But he hoped it wouldn’t take too long. He didn’t have the attention span for this kind of wait on a Friday afternoon. After a couple minutes, he lay down against the cool wall, closing his eyes to enjoy the warm sunlight.

The quiet sounds of the nearby forest were soothing, and enough to distract his mind. He tried to focus on individual sounds to pick out and recognize: a couple birds, a few small animals rustling through the undergrowth, some dragon’s voice talking to himself from the stairs. He opened his eyes, looking up to try and eavesdrop…for some reason?

“...could wait right here, or maybe up the road just a little bit? Would he find that creepy?” A small, bright yellow dragon walked into view, stopping at the base of the stairs near to where Bourgeoisie was hiding. He took a few steps back, then forward in front of the stairs out of view. “I don’t even know his name,” he murmured, “Or if he’d even consider…being a friend or….” He paced back into view, looking away down the road. He paused, glancing around, then took a seat near the base of the stairs.

He was quiet for a while, and Bourgeoisie kept watching him. He was kind of weird looking, a little disproportionate maybe, his head seeming a little too large for his tiny body. It did make him pretty cute, he had to admit. Bourgeoisie shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He watched his tail swishing and thumping in the grass; the small dragon’s excitement was palpable. But who could he be waiting for…?

“Psst,” Bourgeoisie whispered, “Hey!” The dragon snapped his head in his direction, but wasn’t ready for Bourgeoisie to pounce! They rolled a couple feet and Bourgeoisie pinned him to the ground. He held his forearms down, putting just a little of his weight onto him. “How’s it going uh, friend?”

“Wuh, who the heck are you?” he squeaked, disoriented from the sudden change in perspective. “G-get off of me!”

“Sorry, I thought it’d be funny since you hadn’t noticed me. But no, I’m not letting you up yet okay?” He gave him his best smile. “I’m Bourgeoisie, I was waiting for my brother. What’s your name?”

“I’m Bayne– and ugh, your breath stinks.” He turned his face away. “What did you eat for lunch dude?”

“Uhh, nothing actually. Had a big breakfast.” Bourgeoisie’s face felt flush, and he pulled his head back a bit. He didn’t realize that his morning activities would still be noticeable. “So…why’re you sticking around?”

“Why do you care? I don’t know you, and you’re holding me down.” He kept his face turned to the side, but tried to make eye contact. “Will you please get off of me, or I’ll make you.”

“I don’t think you could,” he laughed, “Just tell me, then I would let you up. I heard you talking and I’m curious.”

“You were listening?!” Bayne raked his claws at Bourgeoisie’s underside for a few moments, to no effect, and he gave up on the prospect. “Fine, okay, I’m waiting for a dragon I’ve– I’ve got a crush on to come out here.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that much. What’s he like?” Bourgeoisie smiled, and shifted a little of his weight off of Bayne.

“When did I say it was a…oh I guess I did.” He stopped, shifting his back legs nervously. “He’s…big, and his horns are cute and really nicely symmetrical. He’s older than me, but I hope that’s not an issue.” Bayne shifted his head to the other side, his tail raking quickly across the grass. “He smiled at me earlier, and it felt like a hundred dragonflies in my chest,” he whispered, “I’ve been waiting a while to get to talk with him for real, and I know he should be coming out sooner than later.”

“Ha ha, I know what that’s like, uh, Bayne, right?” The dragon beneath him nodded. “What are you going to do, you think? I know it’s not easy.”

“I guess, just try and get to talk with him, first. Make friends first, try to get to know him and see if he likes me. I only stayed because I thought I could catch him alone so um, would you mind letting me do that? I know you’re waiting too but like if he comes out first? Oh and maybe let me go now?!” Bayne pushed up with his front paws on Bourgeoisie’s chest pretty hard, and got nowhere. The weight difference was too great with him pushing down on him.

“You said you were gonna make me,” Bourgeoisie laughed. “And as long as I’m not hurting you I think–”

He was cut off as Bayne kissed him on the lips. A while ago that might have been effective at filling Bourgeoisie with disgust and catching him off guard, but now it seemed more like a fun opportunity. He fought his initial reaction to pull back, and instead pressed forward, opening his maw to let the smaller dragon have access if that’s what he really wanted. Bayne hesitated, visibly confused as his face hovered before Bourgeoisie’s jaws. His breath was fairly strong, making Bayne tip his head back away from him.

Bourgeoisie tipped his head, frowning down at him. “Aww, that’s it? I kinda hoped you’d go for more, maybe get some practice before you get to make out with this boy!”

“Are you mocking me now? That was…you were….” Bayne sputtered, “Why would you–?”

“Maybe I’m used to kissing boys,” he teased, “Maybe I even like it, you don’t know me!” He moved one paw onto Bayne’s chest, drawing his attention there. “Uh, shit sorry for being weird, my curiosity just got the better of me I guess. I hope you’ll have luck with whoever you’re crushing on.” He booped Bayne’s snout with his own, then moved to lift up and let him go.

Before he could, however, the door at the top of the stairs cracked into the wall, and Bourgeoisie pushed his free paw against Bayne’s face, whether to stifle him and remain hidden or keep up appearances if someone did see them. He tried to keep himself small against him, not turning to look as the heavy footfalls came down behind them.

“Mmphf, stmp!” Bayne groaned, scrabbling his back claws against Bourgeoisie’s stomach again, and grabbing his forearm with his one free paw. “Ths nmph!” The small dragon felt himself growing warm; even more so as he saw Proletariat walk into view, his heart pumping harder.

“Bourgeoisie! We need to go,” Proletariat huffed, standing back from them about five feet. “This was a disas…what are you doing to that poor boy?!” Proletariat met Bayne’s eyes, which shifted from somewhat fearful to intrigued.

Bourgeoisie glanced back, freezing up a moment before rolling himself off of Bayne. “S-sorry, we were um…no I was roughhousing. Maybe too far.” He looked back down to Bayne and said, “Good luck with your uh thing you need to do!” He stood up, stretching back like a feline would. “I’m sure he’ll be open to hearing–”

The realization hit him slower than it should have, but watching how Bayne stared at Proletariat was a clear indicator. His shoulders slumped, claws digging into the ground as Bayne rolled up onto his feet and approached his brother. He closed his eyes, focusing on breathing slowly and deeply.

“Hello, my n-name is Bayne,” he started meekly, “I was wondering if you’d, maybe, like to be friends? It’s my first year here still, and a lot of the others my age already have friends and it’s hard but you look like someone who’d understand and you seem friendly and um I guess I already met your brother too but he’s kinda weird and touchy but he seems cool anyway and I think you’re cool and I’m sorry if you noticed me watching you I wasn’t trying to be creepy I just wanted to get to know you so I waited and tried to find a good time to talk to you but if I wait any longer I think I’ll explode or keep crying myself to sleep and regretting not talking to you so if that’s okay I’d love to get to know you and maybe him too I guess and I don’t even know your name but I want to and so much more than that if you oh wait I shouldn’t have said that oh no I should go I’m sorry for bothering you don’t worry about me I just don’t know when to stop and think instead of embarrassing myself like I always do but you shouldn’t have to deal with me because you’re better than that I’m sure and probably too cool for me anyway so like oh gosh how do I even begin to dig myself out of this hole or is it more like a cave-in and I’m gonna run out of air before anyone finds me and die scared and alone still thinking about how I blew my chance at making a friend of someone I thought was cool and cute wait not cute that’s not what I meant but I guess it is what I said and I shouldn’t have why are you still listening please walk away or shut me down or something so I can go home and be alone because I don’t want to hurt you or get myself hurt or hurt my feelings and make you break my heart because I like you and oh gosh why am I such a–”

Proletariat placed a paw lightly on his shoulder, bringing the frantically shaking dragon back to reality. “Hey, hey…slow it down, okay?” He smiled warmly, bending his neck down to meet his gaze. He could see that he was a full two feet taller than Bayne, now that they were face to face. “I’m Proletariat. It’s nice to meet you, Bayne.”

“Proletariat,” he murmured, his mouth hanging open for a moment as he saw directly into Proletariat’s eyes. “Heh, um, thank you. Nice to meet you, too!”

He withdrew his paw, taking one step back for a better perspective without drooping his neck so harshly downward. “I’d be glad to hang out sometime. Do you live nearby?”

“Yes, uh I mean, no, I’m from a small village between here and Warfang. I’ve really only been home and here, never to Warfang or any other town that I remember.”

“Oh, I think I know the one,” Bourgeoisie piped up, “Probably where we went with Dad a couple times when we were younger; shopping at that market day.”

“Sounds familiar.” Proletariat nodded. “But there’s lots of villages, so who knows.”

“But it’s probably pretty close to our house anway,” Bourgeoisie said. “I’d guess.”

“So you don’t live in the city either? Seems like most of the students do.”

“Nah, our old house is in the middle of nowhere. Like eight miles from Warfang. If we’re heading the same direction, you can walk with us if you want.” Proletariat watched as Bayne’s tail started wagging, and his back feet lightly stamped the ground. “And then maybe we can figure something out on the way?”

“That sounds nice,” Bayne replied. “Very, uh, very good in fact!” He gave Bourgeoisie a happy look, and a wink. And Bourgeoisie grinned back, gritting his teeth but trying not to show it.

Bourgeoisie started walking toward the road, assuming that they’d follow shortly behind. They fell in line beside him, with Bayne between the two of them. “You seemed pretty flustered, Prole, what happened?”

“Irros shut me out, wouldn’t even let me finish what I had to say to him,” he mumbled, “Whatever though, it’s…not fine. But I won’t bother trying to talk to him again I think. Now…how about whatever was going on with you two, huh?”

“Oh, well turned out we were both waiting for you,” Bayne said, “And Bourgeoisie was hiding.”

“Yeah I wanted to surprise you, but Bayne sat down right in front of my hiding spot, and I was listening to him talk to himself. So I introduced myself, and we talked a bit.”

“Pfft, introduced me to the ground,” he muttered.

“Looked more like you were bullying him when I came out.”

Bourgeoisie sighed. “Yeah, I know. But I’d rather have a teacher think that than something else.” He glanced between the two of them. “Not that…well, you know.”

“I thought you said you had experience kissing boys!” Bayne chuckled, flicking his tail at Bourgeoisie’s hip. He noted a roundish scar near where he touched him. Bourgeoisie frowned, feeling his face growing hot as Proletariat gave him a questioning glance, and Bayne continued, asking, “What’s this on your hip?”

“Oh, I’ve got one too,” Proletariat chimed in, “We were born in one egg, and uh, conjoined– connected at the hip.”

“Not long enough for us to remember it, but that’s what they tell us.”

“Oh weird! I’ve never heard of that before.” He looked over at Proletariat, falling behind a couple steps. “Huh, so that’s just where they like, separated you two?” He took the chance to take a closer look at Proletariat. He had a good vantage point from so low, admiring him for a moment before the larger dragon looked back at him, and he trotted forward to catch up with them. They were walking a little slower in the first place to let him keep up, and he didn’t want to expend their kindness toward him too quickly.

“Right.” Bourgeoisie nodded. “Hardly significant, but still pretty noticeable.” They walked a bit further, cresting the first hill past the temple, from which Warfang was just a tiny blip on the horizon, hard to recognize if you didn’t already know what it was. “What’s your home life like, Bayne?”

 “Not bad, I guess? I mean, my parents are good. They’re supportive and all. Things are okay.” He watched his feet for a little while, “What about for you two?”

The brothers made eye contact, and Proletariat shrugged. “It’s good. Mom can be a little overbearing sometimes, but I think she’s mellowed out a bit.”

“And they both care, even if they don’t ah…get it some of the time. They always mean well,” Bourgeoisie continued, “But Proletariat’s definitely the favorite.”

“Oh come now don’t start with that!” Proletariat laughed, “I have just as many issues as you, they just come out differently.”

Bayne peered slowly back and forth between them. “So like, you said we can make some plans? For hanging out?”

Proletariat shrugged, “Yeah, I don’t see why not. We shouldn’t have anything going on this weekend.”

“Right, I mean not like we have school the next two days,” Bourgeoisie added, “Mom and Dad should be okay with that, we don’t bring friends over often.”

“What about…today? You guys have a phone right? I mean I’m like already here with you. I can call my mom, and maybe hang around for a little while?”

“Um, uh…hmm,” Bourgeoisie hummed. He looked off into the distance away from the two of them, trying not to influence Proletariat’s opinion on the subject.

“We can ask.” Proletariat shrugged. “We have some games we could play, and chat some more. Maybe see what’s for dinner tonight.”

“That’d be awesome!” Bayne’s tail wagged rapidly, taking bounding steps past them and only stopping to let them catch up once he reached the base of the hill. He turned to watch them coming down, beaming and trying to get himself under control. This couldn’t have gone much better so far; despite the oddity of his brother and all that, Bayne felt like if he could get a friendship going that’d be a great start.

It helped that he knew Proletariat was gay. Everyone did, like it was some sort of big deal. But now these two– well actually, right now only Bourgeoisie would know that he was. Proletariat would surely figure it out, but hopefully he hadn’t given it away already. Shit, he probably did with all his nervous rambling. Though he did wonder where Bourgeoisie stood on the subject, given his reaction to Bayne's attempt at kissing him to drive him off. But he’d probably figure it out in due time.

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“Whoa, that’s your house?!” Bayne yelled, “It’s so much bigger than the ones in the village!”

“Well, it’s still nothing compared to some of the stuff in Warfang,” Proletariat said, leading them down toward it. “Our grandfather built it, apparently? Maybe not by himself but uh yeah.”

Bayne dropped to the ground and rolled down the hill ahead of him, giggling in excitement. He came to rest at the bottom, staying on the ground and staring up at Proletariat. His tail thumped on the ground, over and over.

“You okay?” Proletariat smiled down at him, taking in the view. He wasn’t sure if it was intended, but what Bayne was showing off right now intrigued him. He was in a very compromising cute position, with his back legs spread and his tail bouncing up and down. “Mmh.” He looked away. “Come on, let’s get inside and see what Mom has to say.”

Bourgeoisie had already made his way to the door, heading in ahead of them. “Mom! Dad! We’re home!” He walked forward down into the hallway, seeing no sign of them. “Hello?” He turned back about, and noticed a note on the living room coffee table. He picked it up, reading it as the other two walked into the room.

Bayne’s jaw dropped, eyes darting all over the room. “This is nothing like what I’m used to at home.” He pushed forward, looking into the kitchen and down the hall. “It really is so big. Are there six rooms in the hall?!”

“Yeah, we only use four right now though. Our bedroom, our parents’ and the bathroom are all on one side, then we use one other for storage.”

“Oh, you’re in the same bedroom?” Bayne looked back, resisting the urge to go down into the hall yet. “I…huh.” He shrugged. “I guess if that’s what you’re used to having.”

“Do you have any siblings?” Proletariat asked, sitting himself down in their dad’s chair, and watching the two of them.

“No, my parents don’t want more I think. Probably better that way.”

Bourgeoisie looked up from the note, saying, “We’re on our own tonight, I guess? So you’re making dinner, Prole.”

“What? Seriously…that sucks.” He frowned, looking at Bayne. “Well, shit um…you should probably call your parents still, but you might not be able to stay if they aren’t here.”

“Why not?” his brother asked. “They aren’t here and it’s not like they’d say no if they were, you know that.”

“I get it if you don’t want to have to feed me or whatever,” Bayne said. “I’ll call now and see at least.”

“Okay, it’s just around the corner in the kitchen.” Bourgeoisie stepped toward the hall. “I’m going to stop in the bathroom, someone told me I stink apparently.”

Bayne went into the kitchen, and Proletariat got up to follow Bourgeoisie all the way to the bathroom. He shut the door most of the way behind him. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Bourgeoisie?”

“Oh plenty. I had a really shitty day myself, for one!”

“I can’t tell, honestly. You’re a little off, but you seem fine overall. What happened?”

“I’ll just um, talk to you about it later okay? This kid kinda helped me to gloss it over for now I guess. And I don’t want to leave him alone out there for long, we don’t know him.”

“Fine, whatever. So why did he say you stank?”

“My dick breath from this morning, probably. Even though I rinsed after breakfast I guess it wasn’t enough.” He walked up to the sink, grabbing the mouthwash that he and Proletariat used. “Maybe I’ll swallow some this time.”

“No, don’t do that! Did he know what it was?” Proletariat sat himself down behind Bourgeoisie.

“I don’t think so. He did…fuck, he did kiss me to try and get me off of him.” He watched Proletariat’s eyes widen in the mirror. “Yes, like on the lips. It didn’t work; I guess that’s your fault.”

“I thought something was up…oh ancestors, why did you let me bring him here then?!”

“What do you mean?” He took a gulp from the bottle, swishing it around among his teeth and spitting into the sink, then repeated again for good measure.

“He was waiting for me, he’s been looking out for me to meet me…surely you get it, or did he tell you otherwise?” Proletariat took his face in one paw. “Does it not worry you?!”

Bourgeoisie turned to face him, stretching up and touching his nose to his forehead. “Of course, I’m scared shitless, but…I couldn’t just shut him down. Especially to like, tell him the real reason.”

“How do I let him down gently….”

“Maybe you don’t?”

“What?”

“Well…humor him. He wants a friend first, and he can’t help that you’re really fucking attractive.” He kissed his nose. “Nothing wrong with treating him with some respect, and doing what you can. You said yourself we don’t need a label; neither would this. And he’s young enough that it might not even progress that far, right?”

Proletariat moved his paw away, looking down at his brother. “You’ve probably been thinking about this the whole way, huh?”

“I didn’t know it was you he meant until you came outside, but yeah.” He nodded. “His crush is valid and honest, I mean think about how hard it must have been to talk to you. Like, I look up to you already. You probably seem more like an adult to him.” He hugged Proletariat around the neck. “And it can’t hurt to see what happens right? It won’t…hurt.”

“Bourgeoisie, I don’t even know the guy. He’s cute and all, but he’s only some dragon we just met. You don’t have to worry, he couldn’t replace you!” He hugged him back, and rubbed his neck up and down. “Not yet. Let’s get back out there, it’s not nice to leave him alone.”

They pulled apart, and went out back to where Bayne was waiting for them. He had taken a spot on the floor, laying down with all of his limbs spread against the cool stone floor. His eyes were closed, and his neck, chin and tail all made full contact with the floor too. As he heard them coming down the hall, he looked, lifting his head up slightly. “This is nice too!” Bayne said, “We don’t have a real floor at home.”

“Huh, interesting,” Proletariat mused, stopping a couple feet from him, “I can’t say I’d even considered that.” He watched closely to see where his eyes went, the small dragon making it very obvious where his interests lay. He sat back on his haunches, giving him as good of a view as he wanted to take. “How old are you, Bayne?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, until he was able to break his sight away from Proletariat’s nethers. He looked up, not quite able to see his face. “I’ll be ten in a couple weeks, or a month or something?” He scrambled to pick himself off of the floor, realizing he might have overstepped some boundary. There was no way he’d gone unnoticed. “Uh, what about you guys?”

Bourgeoisie had flopped over onto the couch, and rolled over to face them. “We’re twelve.”

“Thirteen’s coming up quick though, four more months!” Proletariat said. Then he asked, “What did your parents say?”

“Yes! My dad said it’s fine, but I didn’t mention your parents were out…. He did say if I’m gone past dark someone needs to walk me home.”

“That should be fine, I wouldn’t want you going home alone anyway,” he replied, “Coming from a new place and all.” He stood and walked past Bayne into the kitchen. “Guess I’ll see what we’ve got for cooking. Maybe you two could play some dominoes or cards while I get it started?”

“I’m okay for now I think,” Bayne said, trying not to watch him walk away. “Maybe I can help instead?”

“No, no thanks. This won’t take too long.” He preheated the oven, and went to check the fridge. “Looks like it might be…lamb? That seems like what she picked up today.”

“Good by me!” Bourgeoisie called, “We got any garlic to go with it?”

“Yeah, and I think some of the stuff to make that sauce from a couple weeks ago. Should turn out good.”

Bayne turned his attention to Bourgeoisie. “What’s lamb taste like? I don’t think I’ve ever had it.”

“It’s pretty uh, really supple and tender, pretty gummy– no wait I mean game-y?” He propped himself up on his forearm. “I like it, but we don’t do it too often.”

“It’s kinda expensive!” Proletariat added.

Bayne stood up from the floor, giving a little stretch before walking into the kitchen. He raised his front half up onto the kitchen table, watching Proletariat work. He didn’t want to get in the way, but it was interesting to him that Proletariat was just doing this for them at such a young age. “When did you start cooking?” he asked.

“Oh only a couple minutes ago, you’ve been here.” He grinned back at him, as he loaded the tray into the oven. “More seriously, a little over a year ago. Mom helps sometimes when I do, but I normally cook dinner, like, once a week. It’s fun, and good practice for later!”

“My mom won’t let me anywhere near the stove yet; not when she’s cooking at least.” He breathed in deeply. “Already smells pretty good in here.”

“Yeah it won’t take too long. You’re okay with rare, right?”

“What’s that mean?”

Proletariat stared at him for a moment, to be clear that he wasn’t joking. “Uh, you’ll like it, I’m sure.” He stood across the table from him, examining his face and chest. He placed one of his paws up toward the middle of the table. “What was that you were saying earlier, about my brother kissing boys?”

“W-well, he’s the one who said it, not me!” His gaze drifted downward to Proletariat’s paw. “When he was holding me down, being kinda c-creepy.”

“Huh. Hey, Bourgeoisie! Why didn’t ya tell me you were bisexual!” he yelled into the living room, “We’ve missed out on a lot of fun stuff we could have been doing!” He gave Bayne a wink, before turning back to the oven.

“I’m not!” his brother yelled back, “We have gone over this a jillion times! Cuddling and kissing doesn’t make me gay!”

“I think there’s some other things that do make you bi, though!”

“What other things?” Bayne peered back into the living room, scarcely being able to see Bourgeoise sitting up on the couch.

“Not your business,” Bourgeoisie muttered loudly, “Proletariat needs to watch his mouth right about now!”

“Yeah, or you might come out here and start making out with me to prove how straight you are!”

“He tried to do that to me earlier,” Bayne whispered, “I turned him down.”

“I can hear you! And you kissed me first, trying to get me off– of you!”

“Oh ho, that’s what it was then?” Proletariat asked Bayne. “You were kissing my brother?!”

“Only once! I…I didn’t want to do it, okay?” He tucked his face down between his paws. “I couldn’t do much else to get him away.”

Proletariat closed the oven after having flipped over their meat. He went over to the table, and put his face down in front of Bayne’s. “You okay? Not trying to embarrass you or anything.”

“I’m good. Just um….” Bayne’s tail thumped against the kitchen floor, and he tipped his snout forward just a little to touch Proletariat’s. “You’re fine.”

“I know I am,” he teased quietly, “Kinda like you.”

“R-really?” Bayne gulped. He wanted to pull away, but Proletariat hadn’t yet….

“We’ll find out after dinner,” he whispered, “Can’t let Bourgeoisie have all the fun.” Proletariat stepped back, walking over to one of the cabinets above the countertop. “Would you like some water with dinner? I don’t think we have much else to drink right now.”

Bayne sat up straight, planting his paws back on the ground. “Water’s great. Thank you!”

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“Here, I’ll show you our room now!” Proletariat led the way down the hall, until they reached the first door on the left. It had been several hours now since dinner; time that they had filled with idle conversation and various card and domino games. He had offered to take Bayne home just before sunset, but Bayne refused and they put it off more and more as the night continued. He could tell how distracted Bayne was by him, and he had done his best to satisfy his curiosities.

He let Bayne slip past him into the room first after flicking on the lights, and he glanced back at Bourgeoisie who was still seated on the couch. “You sure you’re good out here?”

His brother nodded. “I’m going to watch some TV I think. Don’t screw it up?”

‘I won’t’ he mouthed silently, pulling the door halfway closed as he followed Bayne inside. “So yeah, pretty simple set-up,” he said. “We don’t spend a ton of our time in here.” 

Bayne had made his way around to the far end of the bed, looking out the window into the dark then turning around to examine the rest of the room. “It’s um quaint at least! My room is a lot smaller, and more cluttered.” He stretched a paw up onto the bedpost, and pulled himself up with it to get above it. “Neat bed set-up. I see what you were talking about with your brother.”

He nodded, climbing up onto it. “Care to join me?” He lay himself right in the center, staring into his eyes. He tried not to be intimidating about it, giving him a small smile. Since they’d discussed it before coming into the bedroom, he figured it was safe to just try and move things forward.

Bayne stared for a moment, then carefully pulled himself up beside Proletariat. “Mh, pretty well worn huh? How old are these?” He hesitated on where and how to place himself. There was enough space that he didn’t have to make contact with him to lie down, but that’s not what he wanted to do. However it was better to play it safe; take things as slow as he could. He lay his head down on the pillow, stretching himself out down the length of the bed.

“We made them with our dad when we were, uh, five or so. Hopefully they’ll last until we outgrow them.”

“You look like you already have. You have to curl your tail pretty far to fit.” Bayne grabbed near the end of his tail with both front paws, just barely able to clasp them together. “This is okay, right?”

Proletariat nodded. “Yeah, but most of the time I end up wrapped around Bourgeoisie anyway. Tonight I suppose that might be you instead?”

“I would be okay with that,” he agreed. He squeezed Proletariat’s tail, and it pulled him closer to him, leaving their snouts a few inches apart. “Oh! Um….”

“Not stronger than my tail muscles I guess,” he said, “But your heart’s probably pretty strong.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I think it’s very brave of you to try like this. But I don’t want to mislead you, so I want to be clear and set some boundaries.” He slid one arm up beneath Bayne. “May I?” Bayne nodded, and Proletariat pulled him slowly flush against him, holding him tight with his forearm. “Okay, Bayne,” he whispered, “I do want to get to know you better, but right now this doesn’t mean anything more than what it is. However intimate we decide to get, it’s just for us to enjoy.”

“Of course,” Bayne murmured, “I only want to make friends first.”

“Good. I just want us to have the same expectations. But I’m willing to do whatever I can to give you a pleasant experience too.” He took his other arm and set it a little lower across Bayne’s back, playing his claws over the spines that ran down the middle. “I will be as clear as I can about my intentions, and I ask you to do the same.”

Bayne smiled, releasing his tail so that Proletariat could extract it, opening more space between them. “Of course. I feel, um, pretty comfortable with you. I haven’t exactly touched any other boys like this before. I didn’t really want to before recently.”

“I see. It took me a while to get there myself. Being the only one who’s open about it kinda sucked too.” He nuzzled Bayne’s snout with his own. “And you’re ahead of me when I did that.”

He nuzzled back, finding his paws a place to land on Proletariat’s arms. “Did others give you problems about it?”

“Nothing too crazy. Some teasing, some boys asking if I ‘thought they were hot,’ and they all got no response out of me. The teasing hurt of course, but between Bourgeoisie and our parents it never got too far along.”

“So like, is he bisexual or what?” Bayne reached forward and drew one claw over the base of Proletariat’s neck, tracing the edges of his scales.

“I think in denial,” he admitted, “He and– he and I have had our share of exploring. And he thinks it’s just a me thing, but it might not be. He does prefer females though.”

“You have?” He tilted his head, and flattened his paw against his neck. “Like…how?”

“Um oh…pretty much anything you could imagine,” he laughed, “He’s a really horny little guy. And I’m not far behind.” Proletariat cleared his throat, breaking eye contact as his mind wandered. “I’d guess you haven’t done anything sexual yet?”

“Not with someone else, no…. I have, um, humped my…pillow.” He slid his paw up along Proletariat’s shoulder. “Maybe thinking about s-somebody?”

He turned his attention back to Bayne. “Somebody like…me?” he teased, squeezing him with both of his paws.

“Yeah, once or twice in the past two months…maybe six times.” He smiled sheepishly. “Thinking about you, um, pressing down on me with your paws, and…mmph.” He shivered, sliding a little closer.

“You would enjoy that, huh?” Bayne nodded rapidly, making the pillow slide down under his shoulders. “How about a little kiss then?”

Bayne presented his lips, parted slightly. His heart had already been pumping harder than ever before, rushing blood to his face, and now it felt like it could burst free at any moment. He waited, his breath catching in his throat. Proletariat pushed forward, planting a soft kiss on his snout first, then another on his lips. Bayne reciprocated, kissing beneath his chin then returning the kiss on his lips. He huffed out of his nostrils, going in for a third then a fourth before Proletariat had to stop him.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that,” he chided gently, tipping his head down to block him. “You’ll get more, I promise.”

“Mh, carried away,” Bayne murmured.

“I know, you’re okay. Just relax,” he cooed. “I don’t want to get carried away either, and I’m easy to push that way. This is your time too.” He paused, then said, “Mind if I adjust you a little? My arm needs a break.”

“Oh sorry, yeah how do you want me– oh!” Proletariat lifted him up and over on top of himself, still holding him tight. “This is good, this is good.” He tucked his front paws beneath him on Proletariat’s chest, and laid his chin onto his neck. His rear legs just barely reached the bed beneath them.

Proletariat began licking the top of his head, letting his paws roam across Bayne’s back. With their softer undersides pressed together he could feel Bayne’s balls smooshed against his stomach. Bayne encircled Proletariat’s right leg with the length of his tail. He started kneading gently into his chest, his breathing and his heart rate receding toward normal.

“I don’t see a lot of males without horns,” Proletariat said, “It’s more common in females but even then….” He kissed and licked over some of the spines running down the center of his head. “It’s unique; I like it, less obstructions.”

“My parents are both this way too.”

“Well I don’t think I’ll be loving on them like this.”

“No! I sure hope not!”

“Want to hear something I wouldn’t tell them?” Proletariat dragged his paws down to grip both of Bayne’s hips. “Basically anything about their son’s cute ass and heavy balls he likes showing off.”

“Showing off? I don’t know how you could think that!” Bayne squirmed in his grasp, digging his back claws into the bedsheets. “I haven’t…I didn’t do that did I?”

“Come on now, you can’t tell me you didn’t do that earlier after rolling down the hill. You flashed it all right at me. And right now, I’m getting a feel for it.” He squeezed hard around his hips. “And that’s pretty nice.”

“Oh gosh, you’re right.” He turned his head back, to sneak another peek of his own, and to break away from Proletariat’s sight. “But you, uh, you are nice yourself. I might just be able to lift one of those with one paw; I’d try at least.”

“You’re welcome to, when you’re comfortable,” Proletariat whispered, “If we’re pushing that direction, I want you to take the lead for now, okay?”

“Sure, o-okay!” Bayne smiled, pushing slightly against his grip on his hips. “How far is too far, I guess?”

“You can do whatever you feel. And if you want something particular from me, let me know.” He leaned forward, and kissed his chest. “Doesn’t mean I won’t participate or anything, but you need to set the pace.” He freed Bayne’s hips and lay back on the pillow.

Bayne stood up over him, and quickly got himself turned around and brought forward before planting his balls back onto Proletariat’s chest. He gawked hungrily at the larger dragon’s lower body before him, nervously optimistic for his prospects here. It was a struggle to keep his tail still as it lay across Proletariat’s neck. He placed his front paws against the base of his legs, fondling his inner thighs. He lay his chin above his ballsack, and gave it a gentle nip with just his lips.

“Oh gosh,” he said delicately, giving it another and then a testing lick. Surely Proletariat could feel his heartbeat through their physical contact. He lifted just a little, and grabbed one testicle with his left paw. He stretched it away from the other, raising both off of Proletariat’s body. He kissed it, drew his tongue over the space between them and then kissed it again. It was bigger around than his paws, and he wondered if he could even get it into his mouth if he wanted to suck on it.

For his part, Proletariat carefully lifted Bayne’s tail to get a closer look at his ass. He studied it intently, taking in its finer details. He didn’t have the same fullness as his brother did, but it was still a veritable pawful. He raised his tail a little further to spread his anus, watching it ripple and expand; the tight orifice was very enticing. The idea of eating it out in preparation for ravaging him later sounded amazing. And his loins agreed with his brain. With Bayne distracted sucking on his nuts, he figured it was worthwhile to give it a try. But he would ask first.

Proletariat cleared his throat. “Bayne, if I may play with your asshole, raise your right back paw.” It shot up immediately, and he took it as clear consent. “Then please keep your tail up as best you can.”

He used both paws to spread him, and channeled Bourgeoisie’s enthusiasm for anallingus. He slathered the outside of his anus with saliva, circling the outside with just the forked end of his tongue. The soft pink flesh pulsed and quivered under his touch. He drew back, then pressed in with his whole mouth. With a deep inhalation, a kiss and a slurp, he penetrated him with his tongue.

“Yes, P-Prole,” Bayne gasped, letting Proletariat’s testicle fall out of his maw. He grabbed the other testicle and began suckling on it. He stroked his free paw over his ass, firmly squeezing him. The stress and nervousness melted away as Proletariat dug deeper into him. His tongue ran slowly around and around inside him, pushing deeper and searching out his prostate.

Proletariat reached out ahead of Bayne’s balls, feeling for his slit but instead finding several inches of dick already making itself known. He touched it lightly, feeling it twitch and eliciting a soft groan from Bayne that vibrated his balls. Then he gripped it more firmly, rubbing the scaled bottom end of one claw over the tip. And only moments later he struck his prostate, the mix of sensations causing Bayne to jump forward with a yelp away from his grasp.

“Oh fuck!” Bayne wiped the slobber off of his chin. “S-sorry, that’s not what I–”

“You can say fuck here,” Proletariat said, licking his lips. “Like as in, ‘Let me fuck you, Proletariat.’ Or maybe, ‘Please fuck my tight boy ass, Proletariat,’ ” he purred.

Bayne rolled over off of him, glancing between him and his slowly growing erection. “Can I f-fuck you, Prole?”

“Try again, tell me what you need,” he whispered, turning to face him, and presenting the tip of his penis to Bayne’s view for the first time.

He gulped. “I want…I need to fuck you, Proletariat.” His tail flitted back and forth. “And then…and then you’re gonna hold me down and– and not let me go, while you fuck my tight virgin ass!”

“Shit, dude. How can I say no to that?” He rolled up onto Bayne, taking a closer look at his dick. “What the hell is this thing though?” It looked similar to Bourgeoisie’s, slender and fairly long for his body size. However it curved away from his body, back toward him and away again like a wave.

“Is s-something wrong?! I oh– oh gosh.” Bayne’s eyes finally met with the fat head of Proletariat’s cock. “Is it all that…wide?!”

“Yeah? Oh did you think everyone’s dick looked like yours?”

“Well I’ve never seen anyone else’s, so I guess so.” He put the flat part of his paw against the head of his cock. It’s diameter was nearly the same as his paw. He gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it grow in his grip.

Proletariat took a few teasing licks at Bayne’s dick. “Do you think you’re ready to put this in me? You seem to be at full tilt, or am I wrong?”

“Pretty close, yeah.” He withdrew his paw, and pressed his claws beneath the base of Proletariat’s tail. “Did you…w-want me to lick your ass, too?”

“You don’t have to, we have lube. If you want to, you’re always welcome.”

“I think I’ll wait if that’s okay. Maybe later or some other time.”

Proletariat stepped over from on top of him, laying flat in the center of the bed. “Of course it’s okay. Would you like to grab the lube from my nightstand next to you?” He pulled his tail up, tucking the tip underneath his front leg.

Bayne opened the drawer, retrieving the nearly empty bottle and positioning himself behind Proletariat. “I didn’t imagine I’d get this far, like, ever?!” He gripped Proletariat’s hips, haphazardly grinding his dick against his balls. “So when earlier you said it was a possibility? Wow, just…blew me away. Th-thank you, really!” He pressed the tip against Proletariat’s anus, and squirted just a little lubricant onto himself. “Now I’m actually here, doing it? And then you’ll–”

“Psst, hey uh, keep going please. I don’t want you to drip lube on the bed, and I’m about ready to change my mind and screw you six ways to Sunday first, instead,” he interjected, “So get that dick in me, then see if you can still keep talking, huh?”

“Yes sir,” he gulped. He gripped Proletariat’s stomach with both of his forearms, and smeared his dick around against him. “Mh, gosh.” He pushed in very slowly, torturously so from Proletariat’s perspective, but almost too fast for Bayne. The curved tip slipped into his warm, tight orifice, and Bayne froze up, feeling his heart skip a beat. “P-Proletariat I….” He felt him squeeze, pulling him in deeper on its own. Going with it, he gave a slow thrust, fully absorbed into his ass. His cock throbbed inside him, balls receding against his body. “F-fuck!” he groaned coarsely. He began pumping wildly but slowly, his head falling down beside Proletariat’s chest.

Proletariat’s insides felt like they were being torn apart. It was stretched and twisted by the curves in Bayne’s cock, bunching up and expanding and contracting. It may have been relatively small, but it made up for it by stimulating everywhere it touched. He shoved his face into the pillow, stifling his moans. It was a unique and incredible sensation. Though given he’d only had Bourgeoisie before, most dicks could be. He bit down, resisting the urge to tear the pillow apart.

The squeezing and spasming of Proletariat beneath him gradually brought Bayne’s mind back into focus. He knew he was close to blowing already, but couldn’t just let that happen. He slowed his pace, grunting and whining as he made measured deep thrusts into the big brown dragon beneath him. “Y-you, unf, like my dick inside you, Prole?”

“Incredibly! Mmm, keep fucking me!” he cried out.

“Yes sir!” Bayne kept it going slowly, kissing and nipping at the scales on his back. His paws wandered, lightly stroking Proletariat. “Feels so…good, amazing for me too. Uff.”

Proletariat felt precum beginning to leak out onto the sheets beneath him. The mild lubrication made him want to hump the bed, and just that slight sensation might be enough to push him over the edge. Instead, he pushed back with his tail against Bayne. “H-hey um, can we flip over, Bayne? I want to…to see you.”

“Hm, wha? I’m so close to um, almost….” He thrust a little faster, using his whole length. “J-just give me um–”

Proletariat pushed back harder. “Pull out. I’m going to turn over before I ruin my sheets. Now, please!”

Bayne slowed, panting and rolling his hips. “I’m so, mmph, o-okay.” He released him and fell back against the end of the bed. He stared down at Proletariat, watching his cock throbbing in the open air. It ached to return to its new rightful place. And Proletariat wasted no time getting himself turned over. Bayne was back on top of him as quickly as he could, hips moving on their own to try and find the mark. His front paws scrabbled for a hold, and Proletariat took notice, grabbing them with his own.

Proletariat threw his head back, moaning openly as Bayne got back into the rhythm. Each thrust stimulated his prostate multiple times, over and over again. And now that it was free from being under his weight, his cock ached for release from just having Bayne inside him. It nearly reached Bayne’s stomach; all it would take is a little stretch to put his tip against him. But he was already so close.

“Oh, Bayne!” he groaned, “G-give me all of it!”

“Ah, yes yes,” he gasped, “All, mh!” Bayne put his head down against his chest and began thrusting hard. His balls smacked against Proletariat’s ass. They started to sting, but the sound and feeling were so satisfying! He breathed heavily, smelling the musk in the air.

His roughness pushed Proletariat to the edge, his rear legs kicking outward as he sprayed himself with his own spunk. A few globs reached Bayne’s stomach, but Proletariat found himself drenched in a veritable puddle. A low, primal moan turned to a growl as he rode out the intense orgasm.

“Fuck, oh ugh,” Bayne felt him clench hard as he came, having to fight his muscles to keep thrusting. He hilted in him again and again, in that moment only aware of Proletariat for the spasms attempting to milk his cock. He gave a few more shallow pushes before the sensation rushed through him, his balls tightening against his body and a previously unknown feeling wracked his loins. 

“Mh, Proletariat, aah!” he moaned. His seed poured deep inside the larger male, erupting in a couple of large spurts while he rode out his last couple of thrusts. He rested inside him, only staying up by their joined paws. He gasped for air; his throat was dry, but his eyes were wet, dripping down onto Proletariat’s lower chest.

The two lay in silence for a few minutes, Proletariat lifting his head enough to gaze up at his face. He nuzzled Bayne’s snout, and kissed the tip of his chin gently. Bayne grinned proudly, and softly licked over the top of his nose.

“I did okay?” he panted.

“You were great.” He beamed, winking at him. “Like, I know the list is short but totally the best dick I’ve had!”

“Oh gosh, thank you! Like, thank you?”

“You’re okay, cutie.”

Bayne felt his face go flush, and he carefully backed his rear end up,dislodging his shrinking penis from inside him. “You don’t have to do that, Prole.”

“Hm?” He cocked his head. “I can call you cute. Have you seen yourself?”

“W-well you are too! I’m envious of your beautiful horns.”

“Nah, I’m too oversized to be cute. Small things are where it’s at for real.”

Bayne squeezed his paws. “Shut up! You were way cute while I was mh, fucking you!”

“You wait until I get inside you and we’ll see how you fare.” Proletariat extended his front legs, lifting Bayne up about six inches. “But…might have to wait a bit.”

“Why…?” Bayne glanced down at him, noting for the first time the coating of semen on Proletariat’s chest and stomach.

“Yeah,” Proletariat murmured, “First time for everything I guess.” He released his grip on Bayne’s paws, and allowed him to pull back away entirely. “That’s what I’m saying though, your um oddity was so unique and beyond what I expected.”

Bayne nodded, not entirely sure what the issue was with it; but he’d figure it out later. For now, he lowered himself down and went in for a lick. He drew his tongue slowly across his soft underside’s scales, slurping up his spunk. It didn’t taste like much at first, until he was able to get past its viscousness. It stuck like slimy, slightly acidic honey in the roof of his mouth and tasted of salt and something more he couldn’t place.

“Such a good boy you are,” Proletariat cooed while he stroked the top of his head, “Cleaning up after me without even being asked.”

Bayne growled deep in his throat, but his tail betrayed him, thrashing across the bed’s back board. He kept on cleaning him slowly, now savoring the attention and petting more than the act itself. Once he felt that he’d been thorough enough, he pulled himself up onto Proletariat’s chest, planting his snout at the base of his neck and licking his lips. He closed his eyes, calm and content with his progress.

Proletariat cuddled him close, holding him as tightly as he could. “Having a good time?”

“Uh, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well…honestly I kinda expected you to be less forward. From our discussions in the living room I figured you might not, I don’t know, follow through I guess?”

Bayne flexed his claws against his chest. “Did it not come naturally to you? Like I’m attracted to you so it just happened? Like instinct or whatever?”

Proletariat nodded. “Sure, we definitely took things a little bit slower with Bourgeoisie and I. We didn’t, like, actually screw each other for a month or so. Maybe that was because of his uncertainty and all that but….”

“Were you ever attracted to him though? Or just messing around?”

“Um…I…no, I guess not,” he whispered, “I might love him, but as far as attraction goes…fuck I can’t….”

“Hey, you okay?” he murmured. Bayne reached one paw up, bending Proletariat’s neck down toward him. “Did I go somewhere bad?” He frowned as Proletariat avoided eye contact. “Sorry, should I leave you and–”

“Shh, no look…you’re fine. Let’s move on, alright?” He squeezed Bayne tighter, to keep him from trying to leave. “I think I’ve got an idea to get me going again, if you want to continue.”

“You sure? I’m alright with what we’ve already done and like, there’ll be other times. Er, hopefully that is, I mean.”

“Yes, I promise there will be other times.” He slid his tail up along Bayne’s inner thigh. “But I want more right now,” he purred. His front paws slid over his back and down toward his hips. “First though, there’s the issue of getting me hard again.”

“Right, uh yeah. What do you want from me?”

Proletariat grinned, and lightly pushed Bayne off of him and onto the bed. “Nothing yet. Just watch, and you can participate if you’d like,” he giggled. He flipped around to face his rear toward the far end of the bed and the door. He lay on all four legs and tucked his tail up to expose himself.

Bayne pulled himself toward Proletariat, and he lifted his front end a bit to allow him to slide beneath him. “This is alright?” he asked.

“Oh I suppose.” After clearing his throat he called out toward the living room. “Bourgeoisie! I need your help; can you come here?”

Bourgeoisie came clomping down the hallway immediately. “Prole?! What’s wrong? Is everything–” He came through the doorway, and slid to a halt. “Ugh! What are you doing?”

“I want your help.” He waved his ass back and forth. “I know you weren’t wanting to join in, but I thought I’d offer again. Just this one little thing, maybe?”

He averted his gaze, looking past him toward Bayne instead. “No. No damn way.”

“But you love making out with my ass, and I really need you right now.”

Bourgeoisie scraped his back feet on the floor. “Uh, gross, why would I even…ever um….” He shook his head. “You act like I don’t know what’s going on here; like I couldn’t hear what already happened.” He turned to leave the room.

“Hey! He got me off with just his dick, you know. How does that sit with you?” Proletariat teased.

“Mh…f-fuck off!” Bourgeoisie yelled, though he hesitated just outside the door. He felt something stirring in his stomach, and he growled, “I’m not…I’m not going to….” He backed into the room slowly. “What else is in it for me?” he murmured.

“Well what do you want out of it? We already offered to include you if you wanted. And this is the hook that I’m trying to pull you in with again.” He waved his ass back and forth ever so subtly.

Bourgeoisie closed the door ahead of him, and turned about to face them. “I don’t know, um….” He took a few more steps toward the bed, tantalized by his brother’s swaying butt.

“I could let you fuck Bayne first. I know you want that cute boy ass and–”

“No!” they both yelled in unison.

Proletariat recoiled, shivering and sucking in his chest. “W-why not?”

“I don’t want him, or at least you first!” Bayne said, batting at Proletariat with one of his front paws.

“And I’m not…gay!” Bourgeoisie said firmly. “Even if he is cute, I’m only into you.”

“Boys, please, it doesn’t have to be that complicated…. Bayne, look, I might need a little extra help from Bourgeoisie anyway, to try and warm you up. I think if I just tried to use some lube and fuck you, you might get hurt. And that, Bourg, is why I’m offering. But that is up to the two of you, not me. We can stretch you other ways, or just try very carefully or whatever.” He planted light, wet kisses along Bayne’s neck. “So Bourg, if you want to be involved, you can. Right now I owe Bayne a dicking, and I want your help, if possible.”

“And you’ll do whatever I can think of to repay this ‘favor’ you’re asking of me?” He continued his approach, now close enough almost to taste him.

“Yes. Think about it however long you need.”

Bourgeoisie came up to his side of the bed, and propped up on his forearms. “So you’re wanting to get hard again?” Proletariat nodded. “And you want me to eat your ass out, after he fucked you and probably came inside of you too?”

Bayne giggled. “That’s right I guess. You okay with that?”

He didn’t respond, instead shoving his face beneath Proletariat’s tail. His anus was slightly distended and reddened; Bourgeoisie nipped at it with his lips, finding purchase to pull at it gently as he gripped his ass with both paws. He growled, digging in with his tongue; the first thing to hit his taste buds was the lube. He was used to that by now, it was almost tasteless and there didn’t seem to be much present. His tongue pressed in deeper until he encountered Bayne’s seed inside his brother. He scooped some with the forked tip of his tongue, and drew it up into his mouth.

“Mmm!” Bourgeoisie hummed softly, quickly pushing back in for more. It was so much sweeter than he expected; still mildly salty, and fairly watery. Very unlike Proletariat’s potent taste that he was accustomed to before. He delighted in the strange mix of his brother’s asshole and another boy’s cum.

Meanwhile, Bayne had gotten himself more situated beneath Proletariat. He kept his tail pushed to the side to not interfere with Bourgeoisie, but otherwise he felt quite comfortable. He grabbed Proletariat’s paws, setting them one at a time onto his chest. Then he took his own and stroked over his stomach.

“You can put a little pressure on me,” he said, “I mean, uh, that I want you to do that, please.”

“Sure of course. Ooh–” Proletariat gasped softly, shuddering and shaking the whole bed. He put his forearms firmly against Bayne’s ribs, and began kneading his chest with his paws and claws. “Something like this?”

Bayne tipped his head back, looking pleased with his tongue lolling out. “Great! Mmph,” he sighed. “A little harder even? Yeah, just like that.” With a little poking and prodding, he located Proletariat’s balls with one of his back feet, and started gently rolling them around with his toes. “I didn’t take too much out of you, right?”

“You took a lot, but…no way! I’ve…I’ve got plenty to give, trust me!” He could feel Bayne’s tail wagging beside him. “I might have to carry you home after I’m done with you,” he whispered to him, “And hopefully you’ll be okay to walk by school on Monday.”

“Fuck, that sounds awful,” Bayne grumbled, “I’d hate for you to, like, wreck me and make me feel so, so terrible.”

“Careful what you wish for!” He took a bite at Bayne’s neck, sinking his teeth into his scales without breaking the surface. He pressed a little harder against Bayne’s chest, eliciting a low soft moan from the smaller dragon. Proletariat growled deep in his throat, putting nearly his whole weight onto him.

Bayne’s heart raced; his breathing picked up and he lifted his head up off of the bed. His front paws tried and failed to push him away, and he gripped Proletariat’s balls tighter, instinctively trying to maintain control of the situation. He could feel the head of Proletariat’s cock pushing against his tummy, growing with each passing second.

Bourgeoisie came up for air for a moment, licking his lips and resting his snout against the base of his tail. “Mmm, wow, did you taste his cum yet? I think you could make a nice glaze out of this,” he laughed. Then, realizing that neither of them were listening anyway, he pushed two claws into Proletariat’s anus. He spread them out, pulling the soft pink flesh apart. And he pushed his face against Proletariat’s taint, lapping at the soft scales.

His brother raised his haunches, pulling him with him to free his mostly erect cock from between them. Then smacked it back down against him in a more comfortable position. He pulled his head back and growled in Bayne’s ear, “You feel that? You think you can handle all of this?”

“No,” Bayne squeaked, “B-but I w-w-want it!”

“Guess we’ll find out,” Bourgeoisie interjected, he had abandoned his spot behind Proletariat and was scrambling up onto the front end of the bed. He clambered over beyond Bayne to grab the bottle from the far end of the bed before propping himself up at the head of the bed face-up. He leaned forward and down a bit to touch himself, popping open the lube with his other paw. “I’m totally staying to watch you work him over!”

Proletariat grinded against Bayne’s stomach, turning his gaze to Bourgeoisie. “You gonna lube me then, Brother?” Then he raised up to allow him access to it.

“Oh, sure I could do that!” Bourgeoisie flipped forward and stroked over the underside of his brother’s cock. “He gets better than I did our first few times; lucky boy for that.” He applied a little lube to his paw, rubbing it over the top of his cock first, then around from the head to the base. “Should be good on your end. How do you want Bayne?”

He moved to let the small dragon loose, and replied, “Face-up for his first time. How do you feel about holding him for me? I think you’d enjoy it, and I don’t want him running away.”

“Shit, I don’t see why not!” He rearranged himself against the headboard again, pulling both of their pillows behind him for support. He set the lube down beside him, and patted his chest. “Get on up here.”

Bayne flipped toward Bourgeoisie, checking him out for a few moments. They were both pretty well-endowed, but he understood now why Proletariat might have wanted his brother to warm him up. He crawled up to him, and rolled up onto his chest. Bourgeoisie slid him over to center him, wrapping his forearms across Bayne.

“Hold me a little tighter,” Bayne whispered, shifting his rear legs so that Bourgeoisie’s dick was lodged against one of his thighs. And he obliged, squeezing tightly from both sides.

Only moments later, Proletariat was over top of them. He scooped up the lubricant, and squirted a little bit onto Bourgeoisie’s dick and Bayne’s thigh. “You can hump his leg while we’re going at it. He could use a nice coating.” Then he pushed the end of the bottle into Bayne’s anus, squeezed a hefty amount within then tossed it aside to the floor. “You ready big boy?” he asked, positioning the head at his entrance.

“Yes. Okay,” Bayne murmured. He shivered at the lubricant running cold down inside him, and the thought of his crush penetrating him. He lay his head back flat against Bourgeoisie’s neck, gripping his arms with both paws.

Slowly and carefully Proletariat sank the head of his cock into Bayne. It was so hard not to just ravage him and break him in like he wanted. But he held back, gritting his teeth. This was important to Bayne, and he wanted it to be special more than he desired to just fuck the younger boy. He pressed softly until the head popped inside of him, and he stopped.

“Ah!” Bayne gasped. He squeezed Bourgeoisie’s arms harder, and was met with a firmer grasp from him in response. His eyes teared up as Proletariat pushed slightly deeper, panting hard over top of him. “Mmph, oh,” he groaned, glad for Bourgeoisie’s contact to keep him in place. He was shaking already, but grounded in his mind thanks to the two of them surrounding him.

“Good boy,” Proletariat growled softly. He pulled back, and pushed just a little deeper. He was so…so tight, it really made for slow going. He kept going in that same small space, maybe two or three inches, trying to get him accustomed to it. Even with Bourgeoisie being bigger, he had no idea how they ever got started with just saliva as lubricant.

Bourgeoisie began pumping his hips from beneath Bayne, sliding along his thigh. It was slick and warm, and not too rough despite his scales. He kissed the top of Bayne’s head. “You’re doing great. And we’ll treat you real good.”

“Bayne….” Proletariat murmured. He thrust shallow and slow, putting about four inches in and out of him. “Hey, Bayne, mh, you trust me right now, right? Then ah, please close your eyes, until I say to open them, okay? And just try to…relax as best you can.”

“Y-yes,” he responded. He clamped his eyes shut; they were still wet but he’d adjusted to the amount of cock inside him. He could hear the gentle <i>schlurk</i> each time Proletariat’s cock-head neared the entrance of his ass. It still hurt as he was gradually stretched more and more.

Proletariat contorted himself, and kissed Bayne deeply. He pressed his tongue all the way to the back of his throat, pushing his head back. While focusing on making out with Bayne amid his light thrusting, Proletariat made eye contact with Bourgeoisie until he seemed to understand his intentions. Bayne moaned into his mouth, and Proletariat moaned back. He drew his cock all the way back, pausing to entwine his tongue with Bayne’s. Bourgeoisie took the signal and held Bayne as tightly as he could, while still rubbing his cock along between his thigh and groin.

Proletariat pushed firmly into Bayne’s depths. He sunk deeper and deeper, past the point he’d gone before. It was as smooth as trying to pry apart a vice with only two claws. He felt Bayne’s tears running onto his face, but he would press forward so long as Bayne’s eyes didn’t open. That was, hopefully, how he’d know if there was truly an issue. Bayne winced and moaned; he groaned and gasped; he pushed out with both of his back legs against Proletariat’s body. But yet he continued to play in their mouths as best he could, and he didn’t look. He tried to relax, but the best he could do was avoid squeezing him too much.

“Halfway,” Bourgeoisie whispered to him, “You’re okay, shh!” He drew the tips of his claws across Bayne’s forearms, hoping to help soothe him. With his flailing, he’d halted his humping for the moment.

Proletariat inhaled deeply, huffing the intense heady mix of their scents. He felt Bayne relax briefly, and he slipped down several more inches all at once. Bayne squealed, digging his claws into Bourgeoisie’s arms. And Proletariat rolled his hips a few rotations as he pulled back, and gently began thrusting into him. He broke away from his mouth, and stretched his head back out above the two of them.

“You can open now,” he grunted, “Feeling good?”

Bayne blinked as he readjusted to the light. “Y-yes um, starting…better!” His nostrils flared, pressing his claws against the side of Bourgeoisie’s stomach. “Oh, mh, feels like, seems like, agh!” The pain from the stretching finally began to subside, and he started to feel the act itself. It felt like soft warm rain over his scales on a summer’s night; like a succulent foreign fruit dripping across his taste buds; like getting railed by a dragon almost twice his size while being held down by another. He twisted his head away against Bourgeoisie’s arm to muffle his moaning.

The sound was incredibly pleasant to Proletariat, encouraging and reassuring him that his efforts were worthwhile. He soon found a moderate rhythm, holding back from how he’d treat his brother in this situation. His groans and grunts synced up with each squeeze of Bayne’s ass engulfing his dick. Each pump went a little deeper, as he wanted so badly to knot this little dragon; especially since he did ask for all of it. He could feel him writhing and pulling against Bourgeoisie’s hold on him, but his brother did his part to keep him in place.

In fact having gotten back into it now, Bourgeoisie had resumed fucking his thigh as well. He nuzzled Bayne’s snout, then kissed the tip of his nose. “Mff, you feel so nice,” he huffed, “I know what it’s like. But not what you’re like.”

“Ooh, ugh,” Bayne panted, tipping his head back, “Thanks, m-maybe you’ll get to find out s-uh-someday!” He licked Bourgeoisie beneath his chin a couple times, squeezing tighter around his dick with his thigh.

Bourgeoisie shifted his forearms, holding him with just one paw on the center of his chest. The other trailed its way down Bayne’s stomach. He wrapped his clawed digits around Bayne’s penis, drawing his paw slowly down and up over the curved member. Its warmth and residual lubrication made for a pleasant and easy time stroking him. His tip soon began leaking precum out onto his paw. “Slutty boy you are, close already?”

Bayne looked away, focusing on quieting his breathing. “Sh-shut up,” he murmured, “I, ah, I’ve been th-thinking about this for like m-months.”

“Mh, pretty gay, Bayne.”

Proletariat popped Bourgeoisie on the head with one paw. He growled softly, and continued pounding Bayne’s ass. By this time he’d finally, somehow, worked the entire length of his cock into him and was ready to tie at any moment. Each thrust distended Bayne’s stomach, with no regard for what was in the way; each push threatened to break through into his intestines. He pumped faster and faster, eliciting high-pitched moans from his tight little fucktoy boy.

“Bourgeoisie. Pillow. Mouth,” Proletariat grunted, “Now!”

Bourgeoisie scrambled to whip one of the pillows out from beneath him, letting Bayne loose from his grip in the process but still holding onto his dick. He pressed it against Bayne’s face and barked, “Bite down!”

Confused but compliant, Bayne got his teeth around it and clamped down as hard as he could. His eyes went wide as Proletariat got rougher and more frantic, tugging at his ass and rocking the beds beneath them into the wall behind it.

The force of his orgasm rippled through his entire body, and he shoved his hips flush against him. He roared triumphantly, pulsing out his first jet of seed into Bayne’s bowels. He drew back one final time, and pressed in with a <i>squelch</i> as the second wave poured forth.

Bayne grabbed onto him with all four paws; the warmth within him felt hotter than his own body temperature. And Bourgeoisie was still rubbing his cock, pushing him closer to popping. As Proletariat’s third spurt of cum rolled into him, Bayne’s entire body relaxed– until he felt a new sort of intruder. He bit down hard, tearing into the pillow as Proletariat’s knot began to expand. He squeezed around his dick involuntarily, trying to expel him.

“Mmph! Oh, Bayne…amazing!” Proletariat leaned down and kissed his head, lapping up his tears as they rolled down his face. He pushed more and more out into Bayne, flowing into and flooding his bowels. He collapsed partially onto the two of them, propped up by his elbows and his connection to Bayne. 

“Prole, h-hey!” Bourgeoisie stopped trying to thrust into his thigh, instead bringing both paws up to support Proletariat’s weight and keep it off of them. “Selfish much!”

“Fuck, n-not sorry! Still f-fucking, mmm, coming!”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re crushing both of us, but especially Bayne!”

Bayne groaned, releasing the pillow from his jaws. “That h-hurts. I, oh g– oh fuck! It like, uh…it’s so– what is that?” His body went limp, head falling to the side of Bourgeoisie’s chest. “It feels…awful? I’m so full, and that feels good, but not that part. It’s too warm, and it’s still pulsating. Is it…is it still getting bigger? You could have w-warned me or something. This is so…weird. Your dick is weird. Big and weird and fat and hot and–” Bayne belched, not tasting anything but Proletariat’s spunk. “Fuck, this like…Prole I don’t….”

Bourgeoisie rubbed the bulge in Bayne’s stomach and said, “He knotted you, so it’s gonna be a while for it to release you. Like, sometimes thirty minutes or so?”

“W-what?” he muttered, “You’re kidding. I don’t like that! It’s a lot of…commitment?” He lay his head back onto Bourgeoisie’s neck. “Oh…ugh, I don’t feel great.”

“Oh. Sorry, Bayne…you’ll be okay.” He took his paws off of him. “Prole can be like this, I don’t really get it myself. It’s so abnormal really so like– oh, are you?” Bourgeoisie poked at his limp paws, and twisted his head up to try and get a look at his face. “Proletariat, you made him pass out! Now what are we going to do about this?!”

Proletariat panted down at him, grinning and licking up drool as it ran down his chin. “Well, I think I got it all out, so…let’s just get him off you for now.” He gingerly dropped to one side, pulling Bayne with his knot and Bourgeoisie tried to help him along.

“Sure but what about when he wakes up? Will he be okay? Did you hurt him?”

Proletariat sighed, pulling one of their pillows up under Bayne’s head and part of his own. “I guess I might.” He shivered, staring down at Bayne. “But no way it’s serious. I just like…I only fucked him. I took it easy, I think?”

Bourgeoisie repositioned himself to face them, propping his head up on one arm. “Prole…he’s not me. This was his <i>first time</i> and he’s so…tiny! I know we were discussing it between the three of us after dinner, but I thought you’d make a better decision.”

“Mh, you helped!” Proletariat snapped back, “We agreed it was okay if that’s what he wanted; we took it slow and–”

“You didn’t have to tie him on his first time!” he cut in, “You didn’t even ask him. And you didn’t do that to me your first time inside me, and I’m probably glad you didn’t know how!”

“He’s. Fine! Maybe overwhelmed, but not hurt….”

“Yeah?! I don’t think you believe that, but he’d better be okay for both our sake. He’s a nice boy, and I really don’t want you to have screwed this up. You need more friends.”

Proletariat rolled his eyes. “Okay Mom, that’s enough.”

“No, I’m not done. Look…I love you, but this was a mistake. I’m sorry that I didn’t discourage it or outright prevent you from knotting him, but that also shouldn’t be my responsibility. Normally you’re the responsible one.”

Proletariat was silent for a while. He gradually pulled himself closer to Bayne, cuddling his sleeping form. “W-whatever…I’ll deal with it once I know how he’s actually doing, alright? Just drop it for now.”

“If he wasn’t between us right now I’d smack you. Fine. That’s your problem then, don’t drag me back into it if it goes south.” Bourgeoisie turned away to face the bedroom door. “Good night I guess.”

“I…well um, okay. Good night, Bourg.” Proletariat tucked his head down against Bayne, and kissed his neck. “Good night, Bayne,” he whispered.

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Late in the night, Bayne stirred from his stupor and sat up with a start, pulling himself free of Proletariat’s grasp without issue. He stared down at him in the soft moonlight, breathing heavily as the aching in his rear flared up. He reached out shakily toward Proletariat’s head with one paw, cupping his chin lightly and stroking underneath it gently. Bayne leaned in close, whispering under his breath before kissing his forehead.

He groaned softly as he moved to climb over Bourgeoisie to get off of the bed. His quivering gait made for a troublesome time exiting the room, waddling with his back legs spread far apart toward the bathroom at the end of the hall ever so slowly. A faint light led him that direction, and he didn’t think much of it until he was standing in front of the closed door. His paw reached for the handle, teetering on his three feet before the door opened ahead of him on it’s own. He came face-to-face with another large male. He scurried backwards and fell onto his ass against the far door.

“Ow,” he grunted. “Um, s-sorry sir I didn’t know you were in…there….” With the light still behind him, Bayne got a full view of their father’s equipment. Between the two of them the smell in the air was strong, and Bayne really hoped that he couldn’t tell. He smiled toothily, gazing up to his face.

“Strange, I don’t remember having a third son,” he rumbled, “Must be Bayne, yes?” He stepped forward into the hall, leaving the light on for him. “Go ahead, I suppose I’ll see you in the morning, third son.”

Bayne watched him walk away into the bedroom, still fixated where he probably shouldn’t be, but…wow. He pulled himself up, pushing away his lewd thoughts and very slight arousal, and taking care of his business in the bathroom. He hobbled back into the boys’ bedroom, to find that he’d been replaced. Bourgeoisie and Proletariat were as entwined as they possibly could be, all eight legs, two tails and two necks with no space between them. Bayne sighed, taking the only spot he could to the back of Bourgeoisie. It was cute and all, but he was disappointed that he couldn’t get back between them again and sleep next to Proletariat. But nonetheless he drifted quickly back to sleep, finding his dreams polluted with what naughtiness the near future might have in store for him with his two new friends.