‘It’s dark so early now, but it doesn’t even feel like winter,’ Proletariat thought. The dirt-brown dragon paused to kick at some small rocks in the road. ‘Wish Bourgeoisie had come with me again.’ He could see the hill past which home was in the low moonlight. Situated a few miles outside of the dragon city of Warfang, their simple family home had apparently been built by their grandfather. And supposedly they were named for him too, or something?

He shook his head and continued trotting down the path; what good did thinking about the dead do for him anyway. Cresting the hill, he began to jog then took to the air to glide gently into the valley below. The lights in the living room were out, meaning his parents likely were already retired to their bedroom for the night. Thus he crept in quietly, making his way first to the bathroom at the far end of the hall.

Proletariat plugged the sink and allowed it to fill with some cool water while he retrieved his washcloth. He bent his head down to take a drink first, before dipping the cloth to wipe away the dust and dirt from his claws and paws. He scowled in the mirror to check his teeth, then feeling satisfied with their cleanliness for the moment he exited the room to check on his brother.

He passed by his parent’s room, ignoring the soft talking from within and moving to quietly open his door. Bourgeoisie lay against the far wall on his bed, reading a book in the lamp’s glow. “Oh, hey Prole.’ Welcome back.” He managed a smile as he pushed the book up toward the headboard.

“Thanks, it was still pretty warm out.” Proletariat approached and climbed up into his brother’s bed, cuddling up with him without a second thought. “How was your day?” he whispered, “You looked tired this evening.”

Bourgeoisie wrapped his forelegs around Proletariat; his golden scales glinting in the low light as he tightened the grip. “Mh...just a boring day. And Mom was being annoying too. I wish she didn’t have to talk at me about things I already know.”

“Like getting your schoolwork done instead of screwing around?” he quoted their mother, swiping his tail across Bourgeoisie’s lower back.

“Yeah, I do get it done; you know that. It just...well um--”

“It doesn’t get high marks?” Proletariat scoffed.

“Right, that,” he sighed.

“I can help you with that. I always have when you ask.” He nipped lightly at his brother’s chest. “It’s just that you don’t ask so I--”

“Sure but I think I’m doing it right,” he interrupted, “Only to find out I’m not! Like how in History I’m always getting the ‘Old Provinces’ all mixed up.”

“See, that one I have a solution for; one you won’t forget.” His tail snaked up around Bourgeoisie’s leg, and he continued, “It’s an acronym, clockwise from far North they spell...BITCH,” he giggled.

Bourgeoisie rolled his eyes, pressing his claws lightly into Proletariat’s back. “Is this a joke or--”

“No, seriously. Think about it. Barthe, Iridessa, Terrion, Canicus, Hernon.”

“Wait, what about the Mongols?”

“That’s a tribe of Cheetahs, Bourg.”

“Oh...right, uh, just testing you.”

“So am I,” Proletariat said, flicking the end of his tail across between his thighs. “How tired are you, exactly?”

Bourgeoisie cleared his throat softly. “We flew like thirty laps today. I’m pretty worn out….”

“Psh, it’s further each way from home to school,” he replied dismissively, though he subtly lowered his face to sniff him, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Bourgeoisie’s scent.

“Yeah but--” Bourgeoisie felt one of Proletariat’s hind paws slip up and rub gently at his groin. “But...we don’t do that as fast as we can.”

Proletariat sighed, drawing a claw back and forth across his groin. He shifted his paw down and gently groped Bourgeoisie’s balls. “Can I...can I at least suck you? You don’t have to do anything after if you’re not up to it.”

Bourgeoisie drew his head back a little. “You, huh? You mean…?”

Proletariat nodded. “I like doing it,” he admitted. “Especially since, well, you’ll be enjoying it too.”

“Well sure but….” His dick was starting to poke out at the thought. He and Proletariat had done, well, enough of this stuff over the past few months; ever since he’d heard about it from his friends. They had been trading back and forth, but he was confused why Proletariat would just do it. “But you’re sure? You won’t just say ‘My turn!’ when it’s done?”

He smiled, and kissed Bourgeoisie’s nose. “I promise. You won’t even owe me one.”

“Okay!” He felt the blood rush to his face, and nuzzled his snout against Proletariat’s. “Thank you.”

They unentangled from each other, and Bourgeoisie scooted upward, propping his back up against the small headboard. It was the best way they had found to position themselves, though it was still rather awkward. Proletariat crawled over between his hind legs, lowering his hindquarters and wrapping one paw around Bourgeoisie’s growing dick.

He stroked up and down slowly, staring up to watch as Bourgeoisie’s eyes rolled up in his head and then closed. From experimenting, they’d found him to be the more sensitive of the two, though he was thankfully quiet about it. Keeping his eyes turned upward, he lowered his head and drew his tongue lightly over his brother’s balls, watching his claws squeeze the air.

“Please don’t tease me,” Bourgeoisie whispered.

“I won’t; but I have to get you ready,” he huffed. He took his paw off of his dick, and shifted his head a little lower to the base of his tail. Cupping his paw around Bourgeoisie’s balls, he rested his claws against his dick. Then he pushed his tongue lightly against his anus, and inside.

“Hey--” Bourgeoisie’s eyes popped open, and he had to quiet himself. “You said you were just going to suck me!” he hissed. “That’s not, ah,” he gasped softly.

Proletariat had snaked his tongue deeper, trying not to acknowledge the taste. He pressed against Bourgeoisie’s prostate, a spot they had found out about themselves, but Proletariat had looked up exactly what it was there. He lifted his eyes up, watching his brother squirm in the darkness, his lips pressed tightly together.

He pulled his tongue back a bit, squeezing Bourgeoisie’s balls while he rolled his dick gently back and forth with his claws. It came out with a pop and he looked up at Bourgeoisie, grinning and licking his lips. “Still wasn’t teasing.”

Bourgeoisie groaned in relief. “Yes you are. Now just-- ahh, mh, stop! Get your claw out of there!” he whimpered.

“No.” Proletariat said. “You’ve always liked it before!”

Despite his protesting, Bourgeoisie made no physical attempts to stop him. So Proletariat continued, lifting up a little to reach his maw to his brother’s dick. He licked a few slow circles over the tip, cleaning up the precum as it leaked out. He hovered his open mouth over it, breathing out hot air and watching him twitch between his jaws. His tongue slipped down, and he closed his lips around Bourgeoisie’s dick.

He lifted up enough to free his own cock from being pressed against the bed, starting slowly down with his head from the slightly elevated position. His claw wiggled gently inside of Bourgeoisie’s ass, while he swallowed down his cock without a second thought. His mouth was just the right size for him, and he could go top to bottom without gagging like Bourgeoisie did on his.

The slow pace was meant to keep Bourgeoisie on edge, and he was fully aware of that. Though perhaps he could convince Proletariat to pick it up a little. He lifted up his tail which was threaded between Proletariat’s legs and drew the soft underside from side to side across his tip.

Proletariat jumped a little, swallowing involuntarily and needing to come up for a breath. “No warning?” he whispered, licking up Bourgeoisie’s length.

“Nope; keep sucking,” he said. He waited for Proletariat to get his maw around his dick again, then he curled his tail further up and pressed the tip against and then slowly into his anus. “Better, mh, make me cum before I make you.” His plan was a success; his tail stretching made Proletariat pull his claw out for balance and to focus more.

His eyes clenched shut, and he began to pump his tail inside of Proletariat. With a groan, he shivered, quickly feeling his orgasm coming. His imagination tried to drift elsewhere, but he shook it off, forcing his eyes back open to watch his brother. He...he wanted him to swallow it; normally Proletariat let it spurt out onto his stomach and groin, so that he could lick it up instead. Not tonight.

He used his tail as an anchor in Proletariat, leaning up as he came and pushing down on his head. Proletariat squealed in surprise, at the tugging in his ass and the new pressure upon his head, but he adapted to it. He swallowed over and over with his cock against the back of his throat, taking down the load and milking the tip for everything he could.

“D-damn,” Bourgeoisie groaned, leaning back against the headboard again.

Proletariat brought his head up, shaking it at Bourgeoisie. “Could have fucking asked instead.”

“Spur of the moment,” Bourgeoisie murmured back sheepishly. He swiftly withdrew his tail from Proletariat, and slipped back down from against the headboard and onto the pillow. “Forgive me?”

He shrugged, and cuddled up against his brother, pressing his cock into his thigh. “No big deal, I guess...good night,” he said, kissing his neck.

“Good night Prole.” He reached over him to turn off the lamp, and hesitated. “I mh, well...I don’t want to just leave you hanging, but you did say--”

“Nah, yeah I understand,” Proletariat said, “I’ll be good in a few.”

“No, what I mean is...you can come too. We-- or uh, I…” He paused, biting his lip and almost reconsidering. “I’ll let you put it inside me,” he murmured.

Proletariat perked up. “Oh, well in that case, yeah. I would love to.” He stretched up his neck and whispered, “You just want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

Bourgeoisie simply nodded. He couldn’t deny that it was enjoyable.

With renewed energy, Proletariat rolled over on top of Bourgeoisie, pressing his erection against Bourgeoisie’s shrinking dick. He was a little bit bigger than Bourgeoisie, when both of them were fully erect. He rubbed gently back and forth, pressing his face into his neck and licking him.

Shortly thereafter, he backed off and Bourgeoisie got up, putting his forelegs up on top of the headboard to present his ass to Proletariat. He stretched his tail up toward his shoulders to clear the way.

“Mh--” Proletariat mounted him, getting himself aligned. “This might be a short one. But it’ll be a good one.”

“Right, I under-- ah! Don’t just jam it in!” he hissed.

Proletariat snickered, and pulled his hips back before pushing into him again more smoothly. “You’re fine,” he groaned, feeling his cock throb as it sat tightly engulfed within. He lay his head down onto Bourgeoisie’s shoulder opposite his tail, and gradually began to pump his hips. Each thrust bottomed out at the top of the uninflated ‘knot’ at the base of Proletariat’s cock. That was one part Bourgeoisie still wasn’t sure how to feel about.

When they had first begun experimenting, when the urges and curiosity had called to them, the first thing they found was their differences in anatomy. 

[][Six Months Prior][]

Bourgeoisie rolled over for the fiftieth time, making absolutely sure his parents had finally gone to bed. He lifted his head a bit, looking for light under the door and finding none. Sneakily he slipped off the edge, onto the cool stone floor. Trying not to touch his claws to the floor he worked his way across the bedroom to where his brother lay resting.

“Hey, still awake?” He whispered, lifting up his paws to the edge of the bed. “Prole? Hey are you--”

Rolling over to meet his eyes, Proletariat said, “Mgh, it’s kinda late. I was almost there….”

“S-sorry, I thought that we had agreed to uh, try and well. Try that thing. That um Eurid was talking about. It can wait then and,” he stammered.

His brother perked up a bit. “Oh, I just, ah,” he stretched and blinked his eyes a few times, “I just didn’t think you were serious. I mean you don’t like--”

“Boys, I know. But if it’s better with someone else, it may as well be y-you right?” His gaze shifted downward, until he felt a warm tongue graze his snout.

“Wouldn’t have in any other way, Bourg.” Proletariat yawned, and patted the bed. “C’mon big boy. I do still want to make it back to sleep.” As he climbed up beside him, awkwardly trying to keep his limbs to himself despite their intentions, Proletariat continued, “I’m not entirely sure what to expect here, so let’s just uh make sure that we stay quiet alright?”

“Yeah, duh...Mom and Dad should be asleep by now. The light was out like a long time ago.”

They were no strangers to closeness like this, but something surely felt different. A bit of uncertainty, the fear of making a mistake...getting in trouble for still being awake. Trying to push past his awkwardness, Bourgeoisie lay one paw onto Proletariat’s softer underside and gently stroked his claws back and forth. “So um, how do you think we should start? Like, especially with a boy? I barely can get myself going and well….”

“Shh, you’re rambling silly.” Proletariat drew his face back up from where it had begun to drift down their form in the dark. “How about-- you hold still for a second.” He plucked a kiss onto his brother's lips, and wormed his tail down to entwine with Bourgeoisie's. “Tell me what’s working for you, and we’ll go from there okay?”

Carefully Proletariat shifted his weight up and over atop him, propped up on his forearms and back paws. He nipped softly at his neck, trying to measure his reaction. He went a little harder, and was rewarded with a soft, growling groan from within. Continuing these ministrations, he clumsily lowered his hips down, trying to drag his balls across his brothers. Eventually they made contact and he focused more of his attention down there. Grinding their twin pairs of twins together, along with their sheathed groins.

“Prole, this is...too weird,” he gasped, “I don’t know if it’s--” He was cut off by another kiss on his lips. “Mmf, okay m-maybe not that bad just...f-fine.”

“Shush, we’re hardly getting started!” he chirped. He took another solid nip at his neck. “There’s no way you’re getting me to stop yet.” Proletariat’s tip was peeking out from between his thighs, and he hoped Bourgeoisie would soon too. He shifted a little, and began to stroke his dick across Bourgeoisie’s balls. “Plus, you know I love you. I’ll make it work somehow,” he purred.

“Yeah um, maybe not the time for that dude.” He felt his face getting hotter, but he wasn’t going to show it. At the very least he was sure glad for the lack of moonlight tonight. He reached up both forepaws, and stroked over Proletariat’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat, and his own accelerating to match it. “No, that’s wrong. What I mean is, I l-love you too, of course.” He kissed his brother’s forehead, then nuzzled him with his chin.

“Pssh, gay little dragon.”

“Shut up,” he murmured. Yet now he was beginning to grow an erection himself, not helped by the fact that as soon as Proletariat noticed he began to hump him with his own. The sensitive tips brushing against each other felt, well, significantly better than what he could do with his scaly paws. He gulped as he was for the first time able to compare their equipment. Having barely explored his own erect cock before, he hadn’t even considered the fact that his brother’s would be so...different!

But their lengths pressed against each other told him all he needed to know. Proletariat was bigger down there for one (which was a good thing, right?), and the textures were completely different. Bourgeoisie’s stood curved and smooth like a scimitar of solid flesh made for cutting through its prey; while Proletariat had something more akin to an unsanded wooden club, thick and straight, covered in little fleshy bulbs. And there was something more to it, but he couldn't tell what.

The euphoria of the mixed textures was mutual, like they were almost made to pair together. Proletariat shuddered above him, beginning to pick up the pace with the added lubrication from their preing. He buried his head in Bourgeoisie’s neck. “I, ugh, how are you feeling? Because wow, mmf, this is nice.”

“Ye-yes, very good,” he groaned. He started to buck his hips back, trying and mostly succeeding at alternating with his brother. “Mh, mh, ah...no wonder he, oh, couldn’t stop talking about it.”

They kept the pace for a minute or two, enjoying each other in their fresh bliss.

“Fuck, oh ancestors,” Proletariat managed, before crimping his teeth into Bourgeoisie’s neck scales. At the base of his cock, a smooth ball of flesh grew as blew his first orgasm onto his brother’s belly and chest. His muscles locked up, and he had to fight to keep himself upright as Bourgeoisie continued to thrust.

“W-warm that’s, did you just-- mh, n-no right?” Bourgeoisie wrapped his forearms tightly around him, and rubbed harder and harder. “Oh Prole, mmm s-shit I ah!” The knot at the base provided another new sensation, he tried to focus his attention there. Somehow it was even firmer than the rest of him, pulsing and throbbing with every touch.

Proletariat shuddered, still remaining otherwise stationary for his brother to grind on. As his jaw was able to relax, he kept biting softly on Bourgeoisie’s neck and whispering too soft for him to hear.

“P-Prole, ooh.” Bourgeoisie bucked his hips wildly, shaking and squeaking the bed. His load sprayed more like a stream, splotches landing on Proletariat’s chest, but most mixing in with what already coated his own underside. His motion slowed quickly to a stop, dropping his head to the side of the pillow. His tongue lolled out, panting unlike he ever had before.

This made easy pickings for another full-on mouth kiss from his brother, to his delight. Then much less expected, Proletariat lowered himself down the bed and began lapping at their mixed seed. “Mh, weird,” he muttered, but kept going anyway. “Also, this thing at the bottom is fucking sensitive. What the hell is with that?”

Over in the next room their father rolled over to face his mate. “I really hope they’re done for now. Couldn’t they have used the bed that’s not adjacent to our wall?”

[][][]

“C’mon Bourgeoisie, say it! You know how much I like it,” Proletariat teased. He had drawn back a bit from his initial deep thrusts, to avoid stimulating his brother’s prostate. He flared out his wings, and gave a little flap to push some cool air in his direction. “I won’t wait all night.”

“Mh fuck, okay,” he muttered, looking up at him. “I want your cock s-so bad. I mh, I need all of it.”

“Is that all? Just want it huh?” He withdrew completely and ran his leaking member over his ass.

“No, please don’t just…,” Bourgeoisie whimpered. “Proletariat you k-know that I...love your dick. And I like it when you knot me.”

“Damn, that’s what I like to hear.” He realigned, and started pumping into him once again, sinking gradually deeper. “You sure you’re not bisexual or something? Because you’re so cute as my gay little dragon you could get lots of guys pumping you full like I do.”

“Ngh, no. I mean it. It’s just you.”

“Ha, ah, special brother dick then huh?” Proletariat was already getting close. Blowing Bourgeoisie, plus all the other build-up had really done a number on him. “You sure you want to tie? It sounded like it, but you were tired before.”

“Please. I never dislike forced cuddle time.”

“As you wish,” he moaned, shifting down to short shallow pumps as he felt his orgasm oncoming. A few more pushes and he felt the knot begin to inflate as he filled Bourgeoisie’s bowels.

“I love you too,” his brother replied.