Bourgeoisie strolled up past the cubbies, toward the outside door. He avoided the small puddles in the uneven floor, turning around to pace back again. It’d already been quite a while since the rest of the class left, but Proletariat still hadn’t returned. They’d been sent out into the nearby woods for both their ‘Science’ and ‘Physical Education’ classes. Which was likely due to the joint laziness of their instructors wanting to not deal with them for a couple hours.

He hadn’t seen his brother since they departed the temple grounds, and while he wasn’t too worried he certainly wasn’t going home alone. Dealing with Mom alone was a death sentence. “Bourgeoisie! Where’s your brother!” he mocked, “Do you just leave him behind now like your school work? You’d do better if you were more like him!” 

He raised himself up on his haunches, balancing with his tail and puffing out his chest. “And it sure sounds like he’s usually the one screwing you,” he said in a deeper fake voice, “Why’s that huh? I thought he was the gay one!”

“You okay dude?” Proletariat called out, sticking his head in through the doorway only a couple feet behind Bourgeoisie.

“Ahh! Fuck!” he squealed, turning about to face him in a defensive stance. His teeth bared, it took him only a moment to recognize him and relax. “You heard me, didn’t you….” His head drooped toward the floor.

“Well yeah you weren’t being quiet.” He came in past the threshold, carrying his satchel full of things he’d picked up out in the woods. “Like I said, everything alright?”

“Uh, I was just waiting for you,” he muttered. He shook the embarrassment out of his head, and looked to his brother with a smile. “Looks like you had some fun at least? We didn’t find much interesting; tried to stay away from the river since it’s still swollen from the snowmelt.”

“It was good, yeah. Nice to have some time alone too. I’ll have to show you some of it when we get back home.” Proletariat turned his back, looking out toward the open door. “Speaking of, probably shouldn’t be late for dinner or we’ll both be in trouble for real.”

Taking two steps, Bourgeoisie put his paw onto Proletariat’s shoulder. “Well, don’t you want to...use the hot bath first? I did wait for you, y’know!”

He glanced back at him and said, “So what, you just sat here awkwardly while everyone was in there? I mean why wouldn’t we just do it at home?”

“‘Cuz Mom won’t let us go in together anymore. So I thought maybe. We could. Yeah.” Bourgeoisie went quiet, withdrawing his paw from his shoulder.

“I...shit like, it’s not that I don’t want to, but you know we should get home Bourg.” He clicked his claws against the floor repeatedly. “And we could just bathe together at home anyway. Who cares what Mom thinks?”

“She does. Then Dad does. Then our weekends get pretty boring while we’re grounded for no reason.” He looked up to meet his eyes, then put on a fake pouty face. “Then you’d have to put up with my immense boredom!”

Proletariat nodded. “You may be right, but is that better or worse than being home late?”

“Fine,” he sighed, and turned away from Proletariat to grab his bag from his cubby.  “Guess I brought our lube for no reason then!” He paused and stood still, grinning and hoping his long con of bringing this lube would work out. He knew they would send them out into the woods in early spring, and had been packing it beneath his books and parchment every day for two weeks now.

“Excuse you?” He looked back with a smirk, but didn’t move. “It’s our lube now huh? Even though I asked Mom to get it for me?”

“Oh hush, they know why you wanted it!”

“Yeah and I had to ask. You wouldn’t even stay in the room!”

Bourgeoisie felt his face flush, but he retorted, “I know that, okay? It-- it’s still ours! But let’s go I guess, no need to, um….” He heard Proletariat approaching him from behind now. “Mom is surely waiting by now.”

“She can keep waiting, I think. You wanted a hot bath right?” Proletariat slipped his bag off onto the floor by the cubbies. “We can think of an excuse. I think I could go for a bit of a ‘cool down’ after all.”

“Someone’s feeling horny huh? Good because--” He rummaged through the bag until he felt the round cool bottle in his paw. “I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to do-- ooh whoa!” His brother’s face was already pressed between his hindlegs, sniffing at his balls and groin. “Prole! I don’t-- well no I kinda get it but like every time?”

“You’ve always smelled good,” he answered, “But nowadays it’s way better!” He took another deep breath through his nose, his tongue lolling out past his chin.

Bourgeoisie shifted his tail down to steer him away, even though he was enjoying the attention. “Alright, alright come on let's go into the bathing room. It’s warm there, and we don’t want anyone walking in unexpectedly.”

“Yes sir, I’ll indulge myself later then!” Proletariat whipped him with his tail as he trotted into the pool room, tail raised to expose himself. Holding the lube bottle in his mouth, Bourgeoisie dumped his bag to follow close behind with his eyes focused on the prize before him. 

It was a bit brighter there, lit by eternally burning torches up in each of the room’s corners. And also significantly more moist. The floor was pock-marked from generations of usage, even if it had only been a bathing room for about a hundred years. The inside of the pool was lit as well, the bottom littered with glowing gemstones. A bit gaudy really, but that was typical for this place. Between the giant statues of Spyro they were still updating every year (despite his protest) and the constant remodeling of the temple, it was surprising that their schooling was free here.

The bathing pool itself stretched about thirty-six meters ahead and went about two meters deep at the near end, just enough for an adult to soak themself. Proletariat swayed his rear back and forth as he made his way around to the far, shallow end of the pool. “Sooo...why did you want to do this here, exactly?”

Bourgeoisie spat the bottle of lube out onto the floor near the edge of the pool. He cleared his throat, looking about to double check for anyone else. “I guess it started a few months ago. You were talking about how, ah, the idea of doing ‘it’ in public turned you on. And the more you said it and that I thought about it….”

“It’s not about the place then. Just like, the risk of fucking here?”

“Yes. Didn’t have to be down in here, but it’s pretty um, safe right?”

Proletariat nodded. “Well what’s the plan now? You’re ‘leading’ right stud?” He stretched toward Bourgeoisie, raising his rump into the air away from him until he heard his muscles pop.

“I suppose since we’re down here it couldn’t hurt to use the water. Like wading into the edge here, at the stairs.” He lowered himself into the warm still water, back first, and rolled the bottle over toward the top of the stairs. “Just low enough that you’re not quite in the water okay? We know how that goes….”

“Sure okay.” He righted himself, and came down toward him. He gave Bourgeoisie a peck on the cheek, then turned to lay with his forelegs on the second step. “Like this?” His brother reached up with one paw and adjusted him up a little, before ascending one stair himself.

“This should work,” he answered, pushing up on Proletariat’s tail until he held and lifted it himself. Staring into his brother’s balls and ass, Bourgeoisie was a little more excited than he’d have believed a short while ago. He was enjoying this new adventure, even if he didn’t have interest in any other boys like Proletariat did. He planted his paws on his thighs, gripping with his claws, and leaned in a little.

Bourgeoisie gently drew his tongue across from one thigh to the other. “I think I like this side of you,” he purred, “Glad I have this privilege.” He planted his lips on Proletariat’s balls and slurped as loudly on them as he could, rolling them around with his tongue.

“Ah, ha ha! D-don’t abuse the privilege. Mmm, yeah,” he groaned. He pushed back into his face just a little, trying to hold himself back from doing more. “Definitely good so far.”

He continued these same ministrations for a while, enjoying the taste and listening to his brother’s breathing. His long, slender cock had started to emerge from his slit but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He knew he needed to get Proletariat going first too, and there was still plenty more of him that would need his attention.

“Mmph,” he sighed, coming up for air and licking his lips, “Guess I’m not late for dinner.” He shifted his paws upward to spread Proletariat’s ass cheeks. “May I, siiiir?” He pushed his face forward toward the base of his tail, visually examining the pink flesh nested beneath. It stood out clearly amongst his dull brown scales; whereas Proletariat himself tended to blend into the background everywhere but home.

“Ah, please do,” he hummed, pulling his tail more taut against his back to stretch open his tailhole further.  “At your own risk.”

“It’s never been worse than when dad burns dinner,” he giggled. He nipped lightly at the base of Proletariat’s tail, then planted his face against his anus. He dug greedily into the sweaty orifice, like it was his favorite dessert. At this point, perhaps it truly was high in that ranking. He swirled his tongue about slowly, savoring it and appreciating the warm tightness. His claws dug deeper into Proletariat’s rump.

“Ooh, oh!” he groaned, “Have you been practi-- F-fuck!” He arched his back, nearly pushing Bourgeoisie back into the water. “Th-- hah,” he panted.

Bourgeoisie rolled up his tongue inside him, pushing and retracting it to put pressure on his prostate. “Mmm,” he murmured, fighting to hold Proletariat still while he writhed ahead of him. He was not very successful and swiftly withdrew from inside him. Instead, he returned his oral attention to Proletariat’s balls, and reached below his brother to fondle his erection. “Damn dude, you’re really loving this too.”

“Of course, mmm, this is pretty close to my fantasy.”

Bourgeoisie lifted his head to rest his chin on the base of Proletariat’s tail. “Am I usually a part of those fantasies?” He stroked the tips of his claws over the head of his bulbous member.

“Most of the time, yes...just like I, ah, want you to be.”

“Good. I um, like when you’re in mine, too.” He took a step around him to grab the bottle of lubricant, and paused to kiss his cheek. “Because I love you.”

“I know you do,” he purred, “Now hurry up and put it in me before we get in trouble.”

Bourgeoisie splashed his way back around him, one paw clutching the bottle above the water. Assessing the situation, he chose to pour a little of the cold, viscous liquid onto the base of Proletariat’s tail to let it run down. He sealed the bottle and tossed it back out of the pool, quickly moving to work the lube into him with his claws. Proletariat shivered with anticipation, and from the cold substance entering his ass.

“Mh, hup!” Bourgeoisie huffed as he scrambled up to mount him. Proletariat was a full head taller than him, longer and broader in the shoulders too. He was envious of him when they were younger; being the smaller fraternal twin really sucked. But now that they were growing closer, he’d taken the time to notice his own advantages. Such as this, being able to support himself upon his brother’s back...and ravage him like he deserved.

He wrapped his forelegs around below Proletariat’s shoulders, gripping as tight as he could. His hips thrust on their own, sliding through his slick ass cheeks but not finding the right spot. With a deep breath, he controlled his urges, and used Proletariat’s tail as a guide, putting the slender tip against his anus.

“Okay, I’m ready if you--”

“Shh, no more talking; just fucking!” Proletariat commanded. He lifted his wings up and set them gently over Bourgeoisie. “Now,” he growled.

Bourgeoisie grumbled, but obeyed and tucked his head down against him. He pushed forward with his hips, easily but slowly sliding in thanks to their prep. The warm, wet tightness was exactly what he’d been craving today. Halfway down, fifteen centimeters give or take, he started rolling his hips in a circular motion. He had found it made slipping the wider half in a lot easier, even if it wasn’t as important with the lubricant. 

“Ga-- ahh,” Proletariat moaned at the continued stretching of his asshole. He clenched hard involuntarily, but it did nothing to deter the intruder swiftly pressing into him. Bourgeoisie bottomed out, taking only a moment to adjust his position before starting to piston his hips. His brother wanted a silent fucking, and that’s what he’d get. He pumped faster and faster, Proletariat getting pushed forward until his paws were against the upper stair, claws digging in to hold them in place; their hips and rear smacking together with a squelch each thrust.

The tip of Proletariat’s tail curled down across his neck, tightening around it then flitting back up. Bourgeoisie grunted, rubbing his chin against his back, and Proletariat pulled his tail back down to put a little pressure on his neck.

Bourgeoisie was already nearing the end of his stamina, he hadn’t wanted to take it quite so fast but he understood Proletariat’s rush of not wanting anyone upset with them. He shoved in deep one last time, hardly pulling back before beginning to blow. It wasn’t a lot, maybe a day’s worth or so since their last time, but he ensured that as much as he could would stay where he wanted it. His tongue lolling out onto Proletariat’s shoulder, he gave a few gentle, almost pitiful thrusts, waiting for him to let go with his wings and tail.

However, Proletariat instead shakily stood up while keeping Bourgeoisie wrapped up in his wings, and huffed, “You can stay like that for now; I’ve got you.” His dick bobbing with each step, he ascended the stairs out of the pool, picking up the bottle as he passed it.

“Mh, what about the...the bath?” he asked. He was growing soft inside of him, and barely could keep his grip on Proletariat’s shoulder.

Proletariat shook his head. “I think we should go home. We’ll be...fine, I have a plan I think.” He walked slowly and awkwardly toward the door, straying away from the edge of the water for safety. “Plus you put a lot of effort into that, you did great! So why not enjoy it a bit longer?”

“Oh um, thanks…. I wasn’t sure, because you seemed a bit...something?” he murmured. 

Proletariat continued on silently into the next room, pausing when he got over to the benches in the center of the room and leaning to slide Bourgeoisie off onto it. Then before he could right himself, Proletariat straddled the bench, pressing down on the smaller dragon, his cock still hard between their stomachs.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to upset you. I love you Bourgeoisie.” He forced their lips together, pressing his tongue into his brother’s mouth. They played about, entwining their prehensile tongues. Both of them savored it, but as Bourgeoisie’s claws scrabbled against Proletariat’s chest he pulled back, lifting off of him a few inches. “Too much?”

“No...I feel reassured, probably? I love you, too.” He stared down and met Proletariat’s third eye looking back at him. “Are we going to do something about that too?”

He raised himself up further, trying to ignore the rush of blood to his face. “N-not yet,” he chuckled, “Maybe at home if we get past the threshold alive, but for now...we really should go.”

Bourgeoisie tipped his head back to look outside through the open door. “Sun’s still up, we should be okay.”

“You good to fly or are we walking?”

“Mmm, more worried about you flying that flag at full mast. Should be fine to fly for me.”

Proletariat rolled his eyes, and took a bite at his chest. “Later okay, you’re acting pretty slutty!”

“Says the dragon with my cum in his ass,” he laughed.

“Says the ‘straight’ boy concerned for my erection,” he retorted, backing up away from the bench. “Now are you getting up or am I dragging you home myself?”

“Only if you’re going to tie me and...wow, you’re right.” Bourgeoisie rolled over and up onto his feet, wobbly but finding his bearings. “I really am acting slutty right now. Maybe just coming down from the, uh, euphoria or something.”

“Oh my ass is a drug to you now then?”

“Can’t say I’ve tried any others, so yeah?” He grinned, giving a quick shake to all of his limbs.

After waiting a few minutes for his erection to go down, they collected their school bags and departed for home.

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It took them twenty-five minutes by air to get home, the sun setting off beyond Warfang as they descended into the valley. Bourgeoisie touched down first, coming to a running stop in the field adjacent to their house; and Proletariat wasn’t far behind, opting to slow himself with his wings and landing a few feet ahead of him. Bourgeoisie trotted over to him while he was stretching and folding his wings. Then the two started back toward the house.

“Mh, what’s the plan here then?”

“Do you not trust me? I’ve got this...not saying we won’t get in trouble though.” Proletariat led them up onto the porch.

“Then why didn’t we--” he stopped as Proletariat proceeded to open the door anyway. He followed him inside, immediately making eye contact with their dad, who was sitting in his chair in the living room. He opened his mouth, but Proletariat spoke first.

“Hey Dad! How’s it going this evening?” Proletariat smiled sincerely at him, sitting himself down on the rug with his tail tucked tightly beneath him. Bourgeoisie closed the door, moving past Proletariat toward the hallway until he grabbed and jerked on his tail to pull him back.

“Oh, huh, welcome home kids.” He set his book down on the arm of the chair. “Your mother’s fucking pissed you missed dinner. It’s still on the table, and she expects it not to be left there.”

They both nodded, and Proletariat said, “Of course, it won’t be. Where...is Mom?”

“Went for a walk to cool off, thank the ancestors...really sucked on my end sitting through dinner and having to inhale those fumes.” He smirked. “Might make for a good time later though. Ah hm, sorry. So, want to tell me what kept you so long?”

Bourgeoisie started, saying, “We were out in the woods for class today. And I got back before Proletariat. So I waited for him to get back.”

“Proletariat was out in the woods alone for…” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “Over an hour?”

“No, no more like an extra fifteen,” Proletariat said, drawing attention from them both. He grinned at Bourgeoisie. “Then somebody had other plans for me.” He reached slowly into his bag, extracting the bottle of lube right from on top. He flashed it to their father just long enough to be sure before letting it drop back in.

“Seriously?” He made hard eye contact with Bourgeoisie. “At school young man?”

He wanted to break the line of sight, to either look away or run away, but yet, maybe…. “Yes sir,” he affirmed, “I wanted to, um, do Proletariat out in p-public somewhere. Because he wanted that.” Bourgeoisie held back tears, glancing in Proletariat’s direction.

“Yep!” he chimed in, “That’s all it was. Having a good time together.” He stood up, looking eye to eye with his father. “And personally I’d like to get cleaned up now too.”

Their father sighed, staring down at the ground. “I had never expected this from you two. But here we are, huh? I hope it’s worth it.” He stood himself, now looking down on both of them. “Not that...look, the experimenting part and the-- the gay part-- that’s fine okay? But you can’t just be doing whatever you want! You’re still young and I don’t want to see you fuck up severely.” He approached between them, pulling them close. “I love you guys-- we both do. And we understand that you’re just having fun. But please, please keep it at home, and to yourselves.”

Bourgeoisie cried into his father’s chest, heaving and shaking. “I...I just, we just, mh….”

“I get your concern Dad,” Proletariat said. “If I promised that we wouldn’t do it again though, I’d be lying. But we will be careful. Nobody else will know. Bourgeoisie’s reputation would be in shambles.”

Two glares met his eyes, and he pulled away from Dad. “Pfft, I’m kidding! Now really, may I take my brother and get cleaned up? He dumped a lot of cum inside me.”

Their dad cringed, letting go of Bourgeoisie. “You could be a little less open here too. I really don’t need to know.”

“But I thought we could talk to you about anything. And that you’d always be here to help us when--”

“Alright, enough! Please, Proletariat...we get enough of the story through the walls ‘cause you guys can’t keep quiet.” He wrinkled his snout, and took two steps back toward his chair. “Yeah you’d better get clean before Mom comes back. You’re starting to stink now that you stood up.”

“I know,” he laughed, “Figured it was a safe way to let you know I wasn’t lying at least.”

Bourgeoisie shook his head. “I think even Dad knows the real reason.” He wiped his eyes, inching his way out of the room.

Proletariat followed close behind, Bourgeoisie leading them all the way down the hall into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Proletariat bumped firmly into him with his hips. “You trying to expose my fetishes to our dad or something?! Should I go back out there and tell him about how you slurped on my balls and buried your tongue in my ass?”

Bourgeoisie smiled, “Please do; not like I’ll ever talk to him about this shit again. Like, seriously….”

Proletariat kissed his cheek. “I wasn’t wrong though. Might have been awkward, but he can’t be mad at us for being truthful right?” Then he slipped by to get the water running.

“Pff, I guess. Until Mom gets back maybe.”

“He’ll make sure we’re good. I think.” He put his forearm into the running water, to wait for the temperature to rise. “Are you feeling up to continuing where we left off?”

Bourgeoisie approached the tub, and leaned onto Proletariat’s hips, touching his shoulder to the small, round scar tissue there. “Maybe. What do you have in mind?”

Proletariat curled his tail across his shoulders, pulling him in tighter. “Either end works for me. I’d stuff your cute face, because I like listening to you gag.” Bourgeoisie swallowed hard. “But riding that beautiful ass means I get to hear you moan and squeal instead.”

“Oh fuck, um...geez.” He licked his lips. “T-think you could d-do both? Like, I’ll--”

“Yes! Always yes. You’ll just have to wait for the other one.” Proletariat released him, and plugged up the tub for it to begin filling. “Want to ride on top first, then maybe after dinner we both do dessert?” he giggled.
Bourgeoisie rubbed his neck and cheek against Proletariat’s tail base. “I am totally down!” He stared off toward his face and whispered, “Ngh...why do I find you so cute? Fuck um...I didn’t say that! The uh….”

“You don’t have to play it up.” They made eye contact, lingering for a moment. “We’re just being ourselves, having a good time.”

“Right, we are. Nobody else’s opinions matter.” Including my own head apparently. He wrapped one foreleg over top of him to prop himself up, waiting for the tub. “Dad isn’t wrong though. I think if we did get caught at school there'd be lots of issues there.”

“We didn’t. And I guess we won't do it again, to be safe.” He took a few steps back, dragging Bourgeoisie with him, and pulled his bag off and onto the floor. “Be glad I’ve still got this on me!” He withdrew the lubricant and plopped the bottle into the hot water to warm it up.

“Or what you were gonna make me do without?”

“No, you’d have had to go back into the living room to get it. Wouldn’t that be fun? Ooh, maybe you should make sure Dad doesn’t need to go to the bathroom before I keep us in the tub for an hour!” He winked at Bourgeoisie and pulled away to climb into the tub. He lay back in the basin, meeting his eyes again. “Ready for your dicking?” Proletariat reached his rear paws out to turn off the water, and with him in it it just barely covered his lower half. He pawed at the bottle, bobbing it up and down. “Well?”

“Yeah, y-yeah coming!” He smiled, and discarded his bag next to Proletariat’s. “Let me just, mh, ahh, settle down right here on this cushion.” He straddled his brother, overlaying their tails. “So you’re gonna tie me in the tub huh?” He stroked both paws over Proletariat’s groin, tracing the tips of his claws over his scales. “I wonder who’s more excited about that.”

“You.” Proletariat replied bluntly, grabbing Bourgeoisie’s back feet to rub them. “You’re already peeking out again, so how the fuck could it not be you?”

“I am, I am…” he murmured, “How do you want to get started?”

His nostrils flared. “Give me your ass before it gets too wet. I did say I’d indulge later.”

He slid his rear half forward, lifting only enough to get his tail around. He lay back with his head above Proletariat’s balls, keeping it elevated to not put pressure on them. “How’s this? Nice and accessible?”

“Beautiful!” he laughed. Proletariat pulled his legs apart and buried his snout in the warmth of his taint. He inhaled deeply, and shivered beneath him. “Mff, didn’t get washed away yet.” His tongue flitted out across the surface of Bourgeoisie’s scales on its own.

“No, barely gotten wet yet.” Bourgeoisie locked his eyes on Proletariat’s face, bobbing up and down as he followed his motions. Soon though, he felt the nub of Proletariat’s dick pressing up against his neck. He craned it around to look at it, not like he hadn’t seen it a hundred times in the past nine months. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirted a little out onto his paw and began massaging the tip of his brother’s penis. With the other paw, he rolled the bottle down his body toward Proletariat.

“Mh, oh keep at that!” He gave Bourgeoisie’s ass a gentle but loud slurping, turning his eyes up to paw at and grab the lube. After pulling his face back, he used two claws to spread him and squeeze an excessive amount of the warm lubricant inside him. He worked it in softly with one claw, laying his head back while Bourgeoisie worked on getting him hard.

He stroked the slicked-up scales of his paw up and down Proletariat’s length, pausing to grope at the tip each time. Once he started leaking precum out onto his forearm, Bourgeoisie rinsed off his paw and began to right himself. “Alright I’m going for it.” He flipped himself forward first, putting his paws on the wall and accidentally popping Proletariat in the face with his dick. Then he backed up swiftly until he felt it make contact, planting his paws firmly on Proletariat’s chest. “Oops, sorry….”

“Yeah, too early.” He rubbed his snout. “Go on then,” he chuckled, bucking his hips upward at him.

Bourgeoisie smiled sheepishly at him, and lifted his tail to begin carefully taking the fat dragon cock beneath him. While the lubricant and the build-up made the experience a lot easier for him, it was still so, so much thicker than it had any business being. But once he had the tip past the ring, it was only a matter of giving it time to adjust. However with the day's activities thus far, Bourgeoisie couldn’t help but push a bit harder, wanting to please Proletariat.

Groaning and grunting, he made it almost halfway in less than thirty seconds before pausing to breathe and open his eyes. Proletariat stared at him wide-eyed, tongue hanging down far past his chin and a tingling shake stretching up from his legs. Panting now at the sight, Bourgeoisie raised up and dropped his rear lower, starting to push deeper. He felt nothing more than the desire to engulf this entire cock, and keep his brother enraptured with his presence.

Proletariat gripped the edges of the tub, fighting to stifle his sounds as he watched his brother’s bouncing dick. Bourgeoisie had worked his way down to the base, and was working on upping the tempo. The tight muscles squeezed and rippled around his cock, more than he’d ever felt him do before. He could spot where his cock stretched Bourgeoisie in a rather unpleasant looking way, distending his stomach just a little bit. Yet he’d never complained about it….

Bourgeoisie’s eyes were clamped shut, feeling every bump along the ride. He moaned loudly and openly, loving the constant, repeated stimulation of his prostate. And he longed for Proletariat’s knot to swell, especially for the time spent together afterwards. He tried to go faster and harder, until he got sloppy and nearly lost his balance. He felt lightheaded, and stopped, catching his breath and tucking his head down against Proletariat’s stomach.

“Whoa, you good dude?” Proletariat asked. “Or what’s up?”

“Y-yes give me just a-- ooh, o-okay!”

Proletariat had sat up, and grabbed his hips. “You’ve done most of the work today. Stay like that now and I’ll get you.” He kissed the back of Bourgeoisie’s neck.

Bourgeoisie whimpered, but didn’t really mind. He didn’t think he could get back to where he was before. It felt like his head was stuck in a vice, even though the rest of him felt amazing. So he stayed with his forehead on his stomach, focusing on just his breathing to let Proletariat finish.

Once he felt Bourgeoisie was okay, Proletariat thrusted from beneath him, sloshing the water up the edges of the tub. He let his instincts take him, his body only focused on fucking his prey. He locked his teeth around one of Bourgeoisie’s horns, barely holding back from pulling on it. His dick twitched inside him, pushing closer to release.

“Mh, love...breeding you. Love you, too,” he grunted, muffled by his horn, “Knot? Tie?”

“Okay,” Bourgeoisie groaned, “Go for it?”

“Gooood!” Proletariat rumbled. Only a few more thrusts, and he pulled him down as deep as he could get. The bulbous flesh at the base expanded, blocking Bourgeoisie’s entrance to hold in the warm fluid Proletariat pumped into him. It flowed gush after spurt, pushing past into his intestines. He growled low and deep, squeezing his hips harder.

“F-f-f-fffff-- fuuuuuuck!” he cried. Bourgeoisie could almost feel it in his throat, he moved his paws to rub the bulge in his stomach, leaning back and being held up by Proletariat’s grasp. This pulled his horn out of Proletariat’s mouth and Bourgeoisie replaced it with his mouth instead, making light contact a couple of times before coming to rest with his chin atop his brother’s snout. His head still hurt, but it bothered him less and less so long as he focused on other things.

Proletariat gently pulled the both of them back into the water, trying his best not to tug at the knot. “That was, mh, a something huh?” He left Bourgeoisie’s head above his, and moved his paws up onto his back.

“Bit of a headache,” Bourgeoisie whispered, “But it’s starting to fade. This was...good, really good.” He clenched around Proletariat, drawing out a groan from him. “Think I could keep you in this position for a while if I kept you stimulated?”

“Maybe...but I’d rather get you and I cleaned up. Unlike you, my stomach is empty.” He tugged hard once at the knot and Bourgeoisie yelped. “Once we can detach.”

“Again,” he murmured. “But not for the last time I hope.”

“Do you ever think about what it’d have been like if we’d been stuck conjoined longer?” Proletariat wondered. “I don’t often, but just like sometimes you know?”

“Well, what, they got us apart within a couple of days right? So we didn’t really even get to experience it in the first place.” He glanced down toward their hips. “I do wonder if any parts of us ended up in the wrong one though.”

“I mean, by now I doubt it’d be anything. But maybe back then for at least a little bit.” He kissed the end of Bourgeoisie’s snout. “Probably more now really!”

“Hah, mmph, yeah I guess.” He had shifted down a bit to lay his chin on Proletariat’s chest. He stared up at him, until Proletariat’s dull green eyes met his. His mouth gaped, and he felt his heart skip. “Fuck dude…” he whispered. “Why the hell am I?”

Proletariat cocked his head, and blinked a couple times. “Still issues with your head Bourg?”

“Not quite.” Yes, definitely issues. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind today.”

“Glad it’s clearing up. But it seemed like most of what you’ve been thinking about is sex.” He stroked his paws up and down the sides of Bourgeoisie’s torso. “Do you want to talk about something?”

“Yes-- I mean, well maybe later?” He shivered, and took the opportunity to change the subject. “We should get some more water in the tub now. I’m getting kinda cold on top of you.”

“What? This hot dick not enough for keeping you warm?” He stretched out his rear leg to twist the handle for the hot water, pleasantly surprised that it hadn’t cooled yet.

“Oh no, you’re keeping my core temperature really high, but my outside is getting cold.” Bourgeoisie lightly rubbed his dick onto Proletariat’s abdomen, knowing it wouldn’t go down until he was freed. The warm water would help to bring down the knot once it filled up enough, but for the moment Bourgeoisie’s moving around even a little kept Proletariat hard. And the cock pressed against him didn’t help either. They knew they should savor it while they could.

“You wanna...m-make out again?” Bourgeoisie whispered, tracing one claw along his brother’s neck. “We kinda stopped short e-earlier you know?”

“You’re asking? Are you sure your head is okay dude?” Proletariat grinned. The water was just about to Bourgeoisie’s back now, so he switched it back off. “That’s a yes, by the way,” he murmured, pulling Bourgeoisie’s face up to meet his.

As their mouths approached, there was a firm rapping on the bathroom door. “Boys?” their mother called, “You’ve been in there a long time.”

Bourgeoisie pulled back, heartbeat racing. Then Proletariat spoke, calling back, “Yeah we uh, we’re almost done Mom!” He pulled his paws off of Bourgeoisie’s back and hissed, “We didn’t lock the fucking door!” He thought for a moment, and then pulled Bourgeoisie down by his shoulders, firmly against his chest. “Stay like this, and keep your tail down,” he whispered, and then called out again, “You can come in if you want; we’re just cuddling in the tub!”

She turned the handle, slowly pushing open the door and putting her head through first. “I see. Why exactly? Your father said you needed to clean up after school. But you just ran the water now?”

Proletariat shook his head. “I just added a little more. And um--” He glanced down. “Bourgeoisie is trying to get past a headache right now,” he said a bit quieter. “Once it has passed we’ll be out to eat. Is that okay?” He stroked one paw over Bourgeoisie’s head.

She sighed, but smiled at him. “I suppose so. But eating would probably help too, especially on time. But alright fine, I will go get it reheated. Don’t take forever.”

“Of course, love you Mom,” he replied.

“Love you too, sweetie.” Their mother pulled the door shut, and made her way back into the living room. She stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, and turned to face her mate. “Yeah, we were right...that lube we bought them was floating in the tub too!” she laughed.

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“Thanks again for heating dinner back up, Mom,” Bourgeoisie purred, standing in the doorway as Proletariat finished putting away the dishes they had washed. “And for the food in the first place of course.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” She looked away from the television over to him. “Feeling better now?”

“Yes ma’am. I don’t know how it started but it lasted, like, thirty minutes almost.” He took a couple steps into the living room, trying not to walk awkwardly with the gape of his ass. He’d had some practice by this point but it still really sucked! He didn’t want to go too far into the room, so that he could slip away toward their bedroom once Proletariat was ready.

“Any homework to do tonight?” she asked.

“Not for tomorrow no. And what I do have Prole is going to help with after school tomorrow.” He crossed his forelegs, staring back into the kitchen at his brother. His heart fluttered, and he tried to shut it down, biting his tongue intentionally. “I’m kinda...tired already, actually.” He started backing away down the hall. “So um, good night!”

“Brush your teeth before you go to sleep, Bourg,” his father said, “And good night.”

“Of course, Dad, I will.” He backed out of sight before turning to walk forward into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Proletariat came out from the kitchen and made his way over into the bedroom after briefly acknowledging their parents. He looked around, and decided that their room could do with a little rearranging. Something he’d thought about recently, but he felt like today was a good time to do it. He still needed to follow up with Bourgeoisie on what he needed to talk about, and this would surely help facilitate that.His goal was to make space to have their beds pushed together, on his side of the room to be away from the shared wall with their parents.

Presently, their beds were on opposite ends of the room, along with their desks that they and their father had built a couple of years ago positioned at the foot of each bed. And then the lamps and nightstands in between the beds and the door.

He shut the door to the room and began moving the furniture around. After pushing Bourgeoisie’s bed into the center of the room, he rotated the items around the perimeter of the room, moving both of their desks over to where Bourgeoisie’s bed used to be. Then he took his own bed, turned it so that the headboard was up against the wall. He pushed Bourgeoisie's bed up to the wall and aligned it with his. Next to last, he pulled over both of the nightstands and the pair of lamps, setting up one on each side.

By this point, Bourgeoisie was standing in the doorway, watching as Proletariat pulled off the fitted sheet from each of their beds, laying them across his back to take into the bathroom. He turned to face him, and smiled. “Hey, uh, guess I wasn’t quite quick enough. Give me just a sec!”

Bourgeoisie stepped to the side, and he passed him to go down the hall to the bathroom. He threw the sheets in with the dirty towels in the hamper, and grabbed one of their parent’s larger sheets, hoping it would fit over both of their mattresses. He slipped back in, closing the door once again. “Want to get this side for me?” He tossed the sheet over the beds to stretch it, and pushed the mattresses flush in the center of the frames.

Bourgeoisie nodded, and trotted around to the far end to tuck the corners. It was a little bit loose, but after tucking some of the extra length they managed to get it mostly under control. “What’s the deal here, exactly?” he asked, resting his forearms on the beds and gazing across at his brother.

“I wanted a change. And you just happen to get dragged along!” He winked, and flipped their other sheets and blankets back up onto the bed. “We end up together often enough, like a couple times a week, so I thought we might as well have more space.”

Bourgeoisie climbed up, laying on his side facing Proletariat. Immediately he realized that this one wasn’t his normal bed. The impression in the bed made him sink in, and even through the new sheets he could smell Proletariat. He bit his lip, and tried not to look at him. Proletariat smoothed over the blankets on his side, then flopped up right next to him.

“Hey, sleep here often?” He shuffled a little closer, giving him a warm smile.

“Yes. A lot.” He still didn’t want to look at him, but he squirmed and shifted, fighting the urge to get closer.

“Hm, same here,” he whispered. “Well, are you ready to talk about what’s bothering you? Or maybe we should have dessert like we discussed?” He touched one paw to Bourgeoisie’s chest. “Whatever you feel.”

“I think I want to just cuddle, and get to sleep. Is that okay?” He finally met his eyes, the dull emerald gleaming yellow in the low light. “And we can...figure the rest out t-tomorrow.”

Proletariat pulled him in as close as he could, and Bourgeoisie tucked his head down against his chest. “Good night then.” He curled his tail up around his brother, resting his chin between his horns.

Bourgeoisie lay still in the warm embrace. He listened for a long time to Proletariat’s breathing, and the gradual slowing of his heartbeat. His head was clear now, but he hated what it told him. None of this made sense; he wasn’t like this. He cried quietly, holding back the sobbing that wanted to come out of his chest. Proletariat coiled around him tighter in his sleep, murmuring something that couldn’t be discerned. It didn’t stop the crying, but his chest stopped heaving. He licked over the scales on Proletariat’s chest, gradually calming himself.

I really need to figure this out. I don’t think this can go on if I’m going to start feeling this way. I should have talked to him now. Fuck, guess it’ll wait until tomorrow. But I just, I love him. So why do I have to worry about how I love him?