All alone in a closed cabinet, doing his best to keep quiet, Dante was pleasuring himself. In his possession was one of Dylan’s collars, still having the scent of him embedded within the material. With small sniffs in between, the goth dalmatian stroked his paw along his cock, shivering from the feeling. This was far from the first time he did something like this, but it was only recently that Dante caught a lucky break like this. The collar must have slipped from the laundry pile or something. Either way, he was quick to snatch it up and put it to good use.  

There was a feeling of shame from doing this, but Dante just couldn’t stop himself. At this point he was even having dreams of him and his older brother. He admired the older dalmatian a lot, more than he would ever admit. Managing an entire house and so many others everyday was just something he couldn’t imagine doing himself. Though Dylan was often the subject of teasing, under the surface the inverted canine wished he could be more like Dylan, being just a bit younger himself...

Going faster, imaging himself being pinned by his brother, Dante stifled a moan. His cock was throbbing harder and his limit was quickly approaching, being aided by the constant sniffing. Trembling hard and again keeping his mouth closed tight, Dante gave a muffled moan as he came, shooting ropes of his cum against the counter’s wall, something he would have to clean up. But for now he was panting deeply and riding out the mix of excitement and shame that clung to him. 

Soon enough, he cleaned up the mess he made and dashed off to hide the collar, having a good place to store it away until he would need it that night. Just as he put it away, Dylan passed by. The elder dalmatian had suspected nothing, instead being more concerned about what the Dimitri’s were passing back and forth, keeping away from Deepak. From a distance, Dante watched Dylan taking care of the issue. Of course he struggled at first but in time he managed to get the situation under control, getting what turned out to be a cat toy back to Deepak. The Dimitrio was shooed off, being quick to get into more trouble somewhere else. 

“Dante?” The black furred dalmatian jumped when his name was called by Dylan, not standing in front of him. “Are you alright?” 

“Oh, uh... I was thinking about the...end of the world!” Dante proclaimed, trying his best to remain cool and collected. How long had he just been standing there and staring, it felt like just a few seconds... His brother bought it and continued going about the daily affairs while Dante sighed in relief, feeling his heart pounding. 

The next few days were about the same, with Dante getting his fill with the collar while finding private places to take care of the need that had built up within him. The dreams of being with Dylan continued, night after night. All of them were vivid and Dante would wake up with a throbbing erection, being thankful that everyone else would be asleep at the time. But he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. There was no doubting that he was in love with his own brother, watching him and Dolly take care of things from afar. 

From the way he was just able to take charge and being true to himself and his love of space no matter what, Dante found himself wishing he could be more like him and to also be with him. There was so much that they could do together. He could already imagine a dating scenario of them just looking up at space, Dylan admiring the stars and planets while Dante admired the expansive darkness and countless dangers. But would that ever happen? How was he supposed to just confess his feelings towards someone he wasn’t directly related to but might as well be. 

As much as Dante liked to brood, he like the need for a distraction. Another thing that often calmed him was a shower so he made his way for the bathroom, being glad to see that it wasn’t occupied at the moment. That was until he stepped inside. Humming away was none other than Dylan, having his back turned to the approaching dalmatian. He was too busy tinkering with the toothpaste machine. There was nothing wrong with it, but Dylan liked to make some adjustments to make it just a bit faster or more efficient. Being unaware of the other canine in his presence, Dylan was humming freely to himself, shaking his backside to the rhythm. 

Dante certainly wasn’t expecting a sight like this and couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his brother’s backside. Not only was his rump swaying back and forth in time, but Dylan’s wagging tail also exposed the hole usually hidden from view. Though it wasn’t an uncommon thing to see when surrounded by so many other canines, it had a different effect considering the goth’s crush. Keeping quiet, Dante got a full eyeful of the moving backside, feeling his body getting hotter. Excitement raced through him and his cock was slipping out of his sheath. 

“And there... That should do it...” Dylan muttered to himself, stepping away from the device with a smile of satisfaction. He was about to give it a test run but wanted to put the screwdriver held in his paw away first. When turning around, his view was immediately taken up by Dante. Yelping and nearly jumping out his pelt, Dylan groaned and shook his head. “Dante! Don’t do that!” He could never understand how the pup could just appear out of nowhere. 

“Oh, sorry...” Dante gulped, starting to back away slowly. But he tripped on the bathroom rug, falling on his back with his paws splayed in the air. 

“Ah! Dante! Are you...alright?” Dylan asked with pause, having taken notice of the red appendage that stuck out between his sibling’s hindlegs. Dante seemed to be a bit dazed, not immediately getting up. But in reality he was just too embarrassed to move, knowing that Dylan was already looking at it. From the tone and the long pause between the both of them. 

Dylan did act, helping Dante up and quickly closing the bathroom door, giving the two of them some privacy. Once on his feet, the two of them could see each other blushing but for different reasons. Dylan certainly hadn’t expected to see such a thing, only being familiar with his own erections. Though it was wrong, he had gawked at the other dog’s rod for a bit before moving in to help. But aside from the blush, Dylan could tell that there was something bothering Dante.

He asked what was wrong and Dante gulped but spoke. “I... I love you, Dylan.” 

“I love you too, but...” 

“No! I mean... I have a crush on you, Dylan. I don’t know why but you’ve been in my dreams and thinking about you does...this,” Dante groaned, lifting his leg to expose himself, seeing no point in hiding it anymore. “I’ve even stolen one of your collars...” 

“Dante...” 

“Go ahead!” the goth pup interrupted. “Tell me how wrong and disgusting it is! You can avoid me all you want, but I’m just glad to get that off my chest. I just admire you so much and wish we could spend more time together and...” 

“Dante!” Now Dylan was the one to interrupt, cutting off the goth pup’s ramblings. With a paw placed on the inverted canine’s shoulder, Dylan took a deep breath. He moved in and pressed his lips to Dante’s. It was completely unexpected but the two of them soon melted into a kiss that became more passionate as it went on, until Dante ran out of breath, pulling away and gasping heavily. 

“Dylan! W-what the heck was that?” Dante asked, his heart thumping hard in his chest. His body was trembling as well. 

“I don’t know...” Dylan admitted. “You just looked so sad and it just felt...” Now he was the one with a loss for words. His body took over to explain, his own cock poking from his sheath, being halfway out. Dylan’s own body felt hot and tingly. This was wrong, he knew it too but it was exciting as well. At his age, the dalmatian had his own needs but had so far been left to deal with them himself but now; some new feelings were bubbling up to the surface. 

“Can I..?” Dante asked moving in. Dylan nodded and stood straight while Dante eased a paw underneath, prodding at his maleness. It was strange feeling a first, feeling someone else prodding at his sheath and balls. But then came the pleasure from the touch being on his cock. He jumped a bit at first but caught himself moaning a bit as Dante’s paw slid up and down the length, getting more of it to ease out. 

“Whoa. It’s pretty big,” Dante praised, running his paw along to get a full feel for the thing, from tip to knot. He could also feel Dylan shivering and hear the small sounds he made. It kept his own cock hard. Their feelings of embarrassment and shame melted away into mutual curiosity and arousal. 

“Thanks... Dante... We can...try some things out but it’s gotta be kept a secret, okay?” Dylan asked. This new kind of touch was something he just wanted more of. It wasn’t the most responsible thing to do but as long as no one else found out... He let himself throw caution to the wind, but was still careful about it. When Dante agreed, he locked the door and ran the shower to cover up any noise they would make. 

“O-okay...” Dylan chuckled nervously. Dante was already acting, having taken control as well. For so long now he had been dreaming and fantasizing of this. Now it was time to make all of that a reality. Dylan was on his back and Dante came in close, having his face hovered in between the spotted hindlegs. He first brushed his tongue over the other male’s cock, running right over the red rocket. Dylan moaned and shivered from the tongue’s touch, being very different from the rubbing of his paw pads. 

Dante was licking slowly, feeling around with the wet muscle. From the tip to the shaft and down to the knot, he was softly licking at it, feeling his own cock throbbing hard. Then his attention was on the soft furred balls. His entire muzzle pressed to the orbs, gently nuzzling them. Along with the soft fur that covered the pouch, there was a scent that clung to them. It was both arousing and comforting, familiar yet different. 

That was the same for reaching down to his sibling’s tailhole. It was something he had seen in a few videos when getting some time with the tablet. He was thankful for private tabs that left no trace. There was something done that held his interest and he wanted to try it out. Rather unexpectedly Dante drew his tongue over the soft entrance. Dylan gasped from the touch, looking down at his brother. 

“Dante. What are you doing? Do you know how many germs-” He was cut off, moaning out as another lick came, this one being harder. Dante just chuckled, knowing that just the right touch could change the other canine’s mind. Placing his paws on Dylan’s hips, Dante continued rolling his tongue over the rim, getting it warm and wet with his saliva. A bit of pressure was added, enough to ease its way inside. 

“Aah! T-that’s...” Dylan groaned, feeling the hot thing steady worming its way inside. Dante was grinding and flicking his tongue the entire time while reaching in further and further. An entirely new kind of sensation was introduced to him, being strong enough to make his bath arch. His moans filled the bathroom along with the shower’s noise. That tongue was touching all over, even reaching some spots that sent unexpected waves of bliss through him, making his cock throb hard.

The tongue pulled its way out, Dante licking his lips from the taste. He was able to see Dylan gasping and squirming with need, even hotter than in his dreams. From all the licking, he was now all riled up and stood up, stepping forwards until he stood over Dylan. When easing himself down, their chests were touching, feeling each other’s breath on their muzzles. 

“Ready?” Dante asked, making the next course of action clear by prodding his tip to Dylan’s slightly stretched and wet tailhole. Dylan was clearly nervous about proceeding but nodded anyways, now having a deep sense of need that was too large to ignore. He reached up with his paws, holding onto Dante as he started, feeling the tip easing inside of him. The penetration was done slowly, feeding more and more inches inside. 

“Guess we’d better make this quick, huh? If we take too long the others will get suspicious. Getting caught would be worse than the apocalypse!” Dante exclaimed, giving a thrust that shoved a few inches inside all at once. 

They shared a moan and Dylan chuckled. “This is...amazing, Dante...” 

“Yeah...” Dante moaned, now thrusting against the smooth walls that gripped his cock tightly. It was so much better than he imagined. Feeling Dylan so close, hearing their shared moans in his ears, and the incredible pleasure of grinding his cock against the wet and soft walls. 

“Oh my dog...” Dylan groaned, feeling it reaching deep into him, touching that spot again. A burst of pleasure raced through his form, happening over and over again thanks to Dante’s steady pace. The hole was stretched even further and there was no issue taking every inch, ending in the knot bumping underneath the tail repeatedly. Dylan was getting lost in the pleasure he felt, the heat of not only the flesh and precum that was being smeared along his walls. 

“You’re so tight...” Dante huffed, feeling his cock sailing back and forth, the pleasure climbing with each stroke. Just as he was, he could feel Dylan’s heart pounding in his chest. The excitement was strong between the two of them, one of Dante’s paws lost its grip on Dylan’s body and bumped against his unattended cock, twitching and leaking all on its own. 

Not slowing his pace, Dante reached for the shaft and began to stroke up and down the length, keeping him with each pump of his cock. The pleasure that Dylan felt was doubled, occurring both inside and out. It was his first time and it was certainly something incredible, being so close to his brother, gazing into his eyes. 

“Mmph. Oh, just a bit more, Dante... I can feel it!” Dylan announced, feeling his cock pulsing even harder. He could feel Dante’s rod throbbing hard as well, the inverted dalmatian began to thrust harder and faster, bumping his knot against the soft rim with more force. To make sure his brother was taken care of first, Dante stroked his paw harder along Dylan’s cock, even giving some squeezes at the knot for good measure. 

Dylan began to howl as he came hard, but Dante kept the noise down by pressing their muzzles together, starting a kiss that Dylan melted into while panting and trembling hard. Both pups could feel the messy strings of seed marking their pelts. Dante’s moans got louder from the hard clenches that came down on his cock. Thrusting against them, he too reached his limits, giving an extra hard final thrust that managed to sink his knot inside. Shaking and drooling against each other, Dylan and Dante shared the heavenly moment until they finished cumming, being left to bask in the feelings that followed. 

 When coming down from it all. Dante started to chuckle and laugh a bit. 

“What’s so funny?” Dylan asked curiously. 

“I guess we really need a shower,” Dante pointed out, noticing the sticky state of their pelts. Dylan was quick to agree. It took a bit of time for them to get unstuck, the knot deflating enough for them to get free. Dante felt rather awkward when it was all over but Dylan led him into the shower and helped clean him up. 

“That was...unexpected,” Dylan admitted and Dante feared that his brother regretted the moment they had. “But in a good way, y’know?” 

“Yeah, it was...” Dante agreed, his wagging tail being seen by the other dalmatian. “Dylan, I love you...” 

“I...love you too, Dante,” Dylan said sweetly. Dante gasped and turned around, bumping his nose to his older brother’s. “I’m not sure how, but we can try to make it work.” 

They got themselves clean and were soon out of the shower. Dolly found it odd that they were in there together for so long but Dylan explained they were trying to fix the water pressure. The excuse worked more or less and the pair got away, chuckling to each other. Dante and Dylan parted ways but agreed to meet again in the treehouse that same night for their first date...