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Please feel free to suggest tags on this or my other submissions, as I know I shall miss or gloss over things that could or should be tagged. Thank you for reading!", "writing": "The morning came quickly after Proletariat and Bourgeoisie's day of water-based sex-capades. They slept soundly until just before sunrise when Bourgeoisie began to stir. He blinked in the low light, still wrapped up tightly in his brother's tail and forearms. Feeling much more at ease after resting, he watched Proletariat's chest rise and fall, listening to his heartbeat. His paws shifted up onto his sides, squeezing him gently.\n\nProletariat's tail whipped abruptly away from him, as he turned in his sleep saying, ``No get offa me! Mh!'' He clawed at some invisible foe, flailing his forearms for a few moments before dropping back into silence. Bourgeoisie had to stifle a snorting giggle as he backed quietly off of the bed, staring hard at the clock to try and check the time as he went.\n\n[i]Still over two hours before leaving for school. That might work out; I should talk to him, like, really soon.[/i] \n\nHe turned toward the window and drew back the curtain. It was still dark, with only the faintest trace of the sun on the horizon. He decided to leave it open, knowing that the sun would help wake Proletariat sooner than later. Then he made his way back to the bed, crawling up close to his brother at first before having a silly idea.\n\nHe flipped himself around while trying not to disturb him, and took up a position from which he could straddle Proletariat's tail. He got his head aligned well with the tip of it, and hugged it like he was holding on to an anaconda. For his efforts, he was greeted with a slap from the tip of the tail. He flinched back, holding his snout, and rolled over away from Proletariat. He glared at him, biting his lip to avoid waking him up.\n\nProletariat shifted in his sleep and ended up squarely on his back. His forearms bent forward like a dog looking for attention, while his rear legs fell to the sides and his tail down over the end of the bed. Bourgeoisie watched him, waiting to see if he would awaken or continue moving. After a couple moments, he propped himself up on his front legs, getting a closer look at him. He was just so cute like this. His maw sat slightly agape, the tip of his tongue flitting out to taste the air in his sleep. He was so relaxed. He didn't often get to see Proletariat like this, vulnerable and...submissive looking. Perhaps it was an opportunity he shouldn't pass up on enjoying; he knew his brother would surely do the same to him.\n\n[i]Plus, who wouldn't want to wake up to some intimate attention...right?[/i]\n\nHe retrieved the bottle of lubricant from Proletariat's nightstand, slid it up onto the bed and followed carefully behind himself. Proletariat was just about centered in their two beds, which meant he'd have one rear paw on each mattress. But between the fitted sheet and their combined weight he shouldn't have to worry about them coming apart or anything. Bourgeoisie stretched himself over top of his brother, facing his tail. He did his best not to touch him yet as he got himself situated. Then he lowered himself cautiously, until his weight was supported by Proletariat beneath him.\n\nHis forelegs fit nicely in along Proletariat's thighs, and he took the opportunity to flex down his wrists and take inventory of the squeezable ass at his leisure. He smiled to himself, drawing all of his claws up and down his butt. He was able to watch as Proletariat's rear paws clenched and released as he went. Along with that, he could feel a change in his breathing with his contact to his chest. He stopped, not wanting to wake him up just stroking his beautiful ass. In fact, he'd missed out on `dessert' last night from getting so emotional and [i]that[/i] sounded like a good idea right now!\n\nHe shifted forward a couple inches and reached for Proletariat's tail with his paws. He held one at the base, then stroked gently over what he could reach to coax his tail backwards. He sighed, staring hard as he got his anus spread and accessible. He held the tail down and pressed his maw against his asshole. He kissed it, feeling his face grow flush as he pulled back and did it again. And again, and again....\n\n[i]Oh fuck; by the ancestors! Why...did this have to turn him on of all things? He pressed down again, probing lightly against the rim with his tongue. And how did Proletariat ever even convince him to try it in the first place?! He was supposed to try and fix this, not...make it worse? Ugh.[/i] He paused with his tongue out, gripping his tail tighter than before. [i]Whatever, I'm just being shitty to me for no reason. Prole's right, nobody's opinion matters but ours; so why am I fighting mine?[/i] \n\nBourgeoisie swirled his tongue about slowly, then worked it gradually into the tight orifice. It tasted like sweat and [i]lust[/i], drawing him in deeper. He breathed through his nostrils while he pushed to near where he knew Proletariat's prostate to be. He wound his tongue up inside him, and started very slowly tongue-fucking his ass. He pumped it back and forth, soon finding he needed to raise his hips as his dick poked out against his brother's chest.\n\nProletariat moaned behind him, and his rear legs slowly kicked in his sleep. He sniffed strongly, his head drifting forward. ``Mh, M-Mom,'' he groaned, ``What's for breakfast...smells good...bacon?''\n\n[i]No, that's sausage and eggs you're smelling![/i] He couldn't see much without pulling out, but Bourgeoisie raised his hips a bit further, pushing back closer to his brother's face. He kept at it with his tongue, until he felt Proletariat's cock pressing against him. Taking as long as he could, he savored his alone time with his brother's ass until his squirming made it seem like he was going to awaken. He withdrew, pulling his tongue back within his jaws after licking his lips. [i]Shit, I should totally try and get him off just like that sometime. But for now, let's see what we can get away with.[/i]\n\nAfter waiting a bit for him to settle back down, he grabbed the lube, squeezing and squirting a little bit into Proletariat's hole. He spread him with two claws so that it could slide down into his ass, twisting his head back to check that Proletariat was sound asleep. His head was still leaned forward, but he hadn't made any further sounds. It was a cute position for him, but Bourgeoisie was ready to move on and didn't feel like working around it. He lifted up off of him completely, slowly and carefully turning himself around. He very gently pushed Proletariat's head back onto the pillow, then adjusted to align his dick with the warm, lubed hole.\n\n[i]Prole will be okay with this, right?[/i] Bourgeoisie breathed deeply, locking eyes with Proletariat even though his were shut. [i]A little late now.[/i] He pressed the tip of his dick inside him, gently going deeper, maybe half way, then began shallow thrusts into him. He watched carefully, trying to keep him asleep. His brother clenched his front paws, and his mouth fell open on the pillow, softly groaning.\n\nThe light of the sun had begun streaming in through the window, illuminating the wall above the bed. Bourgeoisie's attention was drawn to the shadow of his horns above Proletariat, and he slipped down a little deeper than he intended, drawing out a low moan from his brother.\n\nHe stopped, most of the way out, as Proletariat's head raised and he muttered, ``Bourg, mmf, that's my....''\n\nHe held his breath, waiting, and Proletariat dropped back to the pillow. He let it back out in a solid puff, and waited just a little longer to start moving again. He took it slow, putting all his focus into fucking his sleeping brother as softly as he could. His stamina couldn't keep up with the thrill and suspense however, and he felt it coming closer. He went a little harder, a little deeper, the ripples of flesh tightening and pulling him in. He gripped the bed, moaning loudly as he gave in and pushed as deep as he could. He humped him roughly and wildly, using all the stamina he had been saving up to this point.\n\n``Ahh, ahh!'' Bourgeoisie groaned.\n\nProletariat woke with a start, swinging his forearms and striking Bourgeoisie's chest. He reeled back, bumping his head on a bedpost. ``Ngh! What the...ah, ooh fuck, huh?'' Their eyes met, Bourgeoisie's sapphires glowing in the rising sun, while Proletariat's typically emerald-green gleamed yellow in the low light. \n\nBourgeoisie didn't stop, nearly ready to dump his load inside him. He rode hilt to tip a few more times, neither of them breaking the silence nor their eye-contact until Bourgeoisie's face dropped and he moaned, ``Oh f-fuck Prole!'' With a final press he unloaded, filling Proletariat with his warm stickiness. He panted softly, a few more small thrusts milking out the last of it, then looking back to his brother's face. ``Oh...fuck, Proletariat um...shit. I-''\n\nProletariat grabbed his snout with one paw, squeezing his mouth shut. [i]Horny motherfucker couldn't even wait until after school or something.[/i] ``Hey, Bourgeoisie. Good, mh, morning.'' He yawned, stretching his free limbs. ``Glad you're doing better, or so it seems.'' His other paw moved up to the side of Bourgeoisie's face, while the sunrise bathed them both in warm orange and yellow now. ``You wanna clean up your mess?''\n\nBourgeoisie shook his head.\n\n``Excuse you?'' He gripped his face more firmly. ``You think I'm going to school like this?''\n\nBourgeoisie nodded, slipping his tongue out enough to try and lick his paw.\n\nProletariat released him and shoved him over, ripping his dick out of his ass. He landed on his legs, and before he could react more than a gasp Proletariat was on top of him. He grunted at his weight pushing down upon him, finding himself face to face with the tip of Proletariat's cock. ``This is your problem too. You'd better be fucking hungry.'' \n\nBourgeoisie licked his lips, definitely enticed by the prospect. ``Um, P-Prole I didn't-''\n\nHe grabbed Bourgeoisie by the base of his tail, shoving him toward his dick. ``C'mon, open up you little slut. You earned this.'' His maw parted, and Proletariat immediately pushed inside once he could feel his breath. ``Mmrrgh,'' he growled, ``Keep your nostrils open, `cuz that's all you're getting.'' He pressed the head of his dick straight to the back of his brother's throat; they were both lucky that Bourgeoisie only had a gag reflex when it came to vegetables and school work.\n\nGiving him just a moment to adjust, he shifted back to grab onto Bourgeoisie's heels. He drew back his hips, feeling each bump along his cock rub against the moist roof of his mouth and his tongue. He pushed back in nice and slow, fitting just under half into him before hitting the back. He raised his rear, to pull his brother's head upward, then shoved hard into his throat. He hilted in him, holding it firmly inside. He felt it as he swallowed involuntarily, trying to clear the obstruction. And Proletariat growled loudly, anticipating a rough day for his brother; but he deserved the nastiness that was coming.\n\nShit- fuck, what the hell? Bourgeoisie struggled beneath him, finding it hard to focus on breathing. His eyes clenched shut, trying to keep his throat open to avoid choking; he knew he couldn't do anything at this point without seriously hurting Proletariat. [i]And it won't come to that. I...I'm okay![/i] Tears rolled down his face as he kept his jaw open nearly to it's limits. His throat burned and ached, and he prayed to the ancestors that it would be over soon.\n\n``I never thought, mmph, that oh, you'd be able to do this.'' He pulled back from the tight, wet hole with a schluck and pressed back in. ``This is great!'' he groaned, then softer he continued, ``Unlike being raped in my damn sleep!'' He found a rhythm that worked for him, distending Bourgeoisie's throat with each pump of his hips. ``Yeah, you heard me. You're lucky this, uff, is it for now.''\n\nThe beds creaked and rocked, bumping the wall lightly. Proletariat's tail lashed back and forth, and pushed their pillows off onto the floor. His balls pulled up close to his body, ready to burst, and he was met with a difficult choice: whether or not to make Bourgeoisie suffer more for his poor decision. It could go very badly, but if it didn't he was sure it would keep him from doing it again. Having only a short time to choose, he decided the risk was worth it.\n\nHis grip on Bourgeoisie's heels loosened, as he pushed him down harder with his hips. His cock throbbed, pulling at his throat in all directions as he rode out his orgasm. Pumping directly into Bourgeoisie's stomach made the smaller dragon thankful that it was finally over. Until it dawned on him as Proletariat's knot began to swell just inside his maw. He tried to scramble backwards to no avail under his brother's weight. His jaws stretched wider, past its normal limit. Tears flowed freely and his breath came raspy and quickly. He continued swallowing, as his only other option was to choke.\n\nProletariat rolled himself and Bourgeoisie over onto their sides. He grabbed for Bourgeoisie's neck, running his paws down his throat to admire his work and wring out the last of his load. ``Damn,'' he sighed, ``What the fuck was that....'' He licked up tears from beneath his brother's eyes, sniffling and fighting his racing heartbeat. He curled up around him, hugging him close, and tenderly stroked Bourgeoisie's underside.\n\n[i]Now you're the one who screwed up, Proletariat. What if you seriously hurt him? And you can't even tell! Two mistakes just turn into some sort of fucked up.[/i] He kissed the base of Bourgeoisie's tail, then began lapping at the scales on his back. [i]Not that he did right by me, but I only intended to play up my outrage a little bit.[/i] He focused his mind elsewhere and began pumping all four of his paws, trying to draw blood away from the knot.\n\nBourgeoisie breathed slow and deep, his body shaking while Proletariat deflated in his mouth. As soon as he felt slack in his jaw Proletariat pulled back, freeing his throat with a gasp. He coughed, rolling onto his stomach toward the nearest edge of the bed. Hacking and groaning, he cleared what little remained in his throat out onto the floor. His brother reached out to rub his back, entwining their tails. \n\nProletariat leaned up, looking at the small mess on the floor and feeling relieved that there was no blood. ``Are you doing...o-okay?'' he whispered, ``I um-''\n\n``Fuck dude!'' Bourgeoisie rasped, ``That suuuucked....'' He pressed the flat edge of his horns up against Proletariat's neck. He spoke softly and slowly, trying not to strain his throat. ``You gotta warn me better next time. Like, that was [i]really hot[/i], but it hurt...and I didn't expect it.''\n\n``You're...not upset?'' Proletariat cuddled down into him.\n\n``Well, are you?''\n\n``I was. Mostly uh, just startled though. And....''\n\n``But you're fine now? And I will be.'' He squeezed his tail, and stretched his left wing over top of Proletariat's wings. ``I'm sorry still, about...well fucking you while you were asleep. I love you, you know.''\n\nProletariat kissed his head and said, ``I love you too. And I apologize for pushing too far with you, and overreacting a little bit.''\n\nThey sat close and quiet, coming down together from their shared experience. One was focused on ensuring the other's well-being, while the other's mind was still occupied with his original intentions for the morning. Proletariat kissed him again, drawing Bourgeoisie's gaze upwards to meet his.\n\n[i]Holy shit, why is he so beautiful? I always forget about how the edges of his scales are a golden sheen. Or is it just a reflection off of mine? I'm not sure.[/i] Bourgeoisie looked away, toward the open window. His stomach churned and gurgled, and he swallowed down a belch. [i]Okay, I need this off my mind for good.[/i]\n\n``I know I'm um not sounding the best, but I wanted to t-talk with you.'' He backed himself up, and flopped over with his wings splayed over the edges of the bed.\n\n``Okay...oh like, about what was bothering you?'' Proletariat picked up one of their pillows from the near side of the bed, and passed it over to Bourgeoisie. Then he leaned over onto his forearm facing him.\n\n``Yeah but um....'' He motioned with his front paws, asking for his brother to lay on top of him. ``Like this, please?''\n\n``The what? Uh sure, okay.'' He propped himself up and crawled over onto him, setting himself down gently. ``This okay?''\n\n``It is.'' His paws slid up over Proletariat's scales, coming to rest just below his shoulders. He stretched up and kissed his chin. ``Being close to you makes me more comfortable.'' His rear legs wrapped up as far as he could get around Proletariat, gripping onto his hips. One claw idly scratched over the scar on his left side. ``But I suppose that's no surprise.''\n\n``Of course, you've never shied away from affection,'' he answered, ``Even when I do this!'' He shoved his face against Bourgeoisie's neck, and wetly blew raspberries against his scales.\n\n``H-hey! Heehee, s-stop that!'' He clamped up, trying to block him from getting in there. ``I'm s-serious!''\n\nHe switched to nibbling and licking at his neck instead, his paws wandering sensually up onto Bourgeoisie's chest. ``This better for you?'' he purred.\n\n``Shut up...y-yeah it is! But-'' He gently shooed him away with his head, touching his snout to his brother's. ``I still need to talk with you.''\n\n``Okay, well then just-''\n\n``Shh, look...can I take my time here? It's not easy.'' He lay his head back down on the pillow, looking away. ``So please, let me think and approach this and, um, then I'll give you time to say what you need to too.''\n\nProletariat gave him a small nod, then lay his head next to Bourgeoisie's, so that he was looking at him. ``Please, go ahead.'' He smiled as warmly as he could muster.\n\nBourgeoisie sighed. Where was he supposed to start? He didn't want to jump right into it, but what else was he to do? He breathed in deeply. His heartbeat outpaced Proletariat's two-fold. He pushed their snouts together, and breathed out. ``Okay, you um, yeah,'' he stumbled.\n\nProletariat squeezed him, licking his chin. ``Take you time,'' he whispered. ``I'm here for you.''\n\n``Yes...yes.'' He closed his eyes. ``Prole...you matter so much to me. Like, I can't begin to even put it into more words than that,'' Bourgeoisie murmured slowly, eyes still clenched shut. ``And I don't understand what's going on with me right now. I- no, no I do, I just don't get why. You are the most important dragon in my life, maybe tied with me but....'' He looked into his eyes now, seeing his own reflected this close. ``Touching you...just being close to you sets my heart into a fever. You're so cute, and s-sexy...k-kissing you feels like stones weighing down my stomach. And some part of me, deeper down now that I've come to understand, tells me I'm wrong, and I'm broken and stupid and-'' \n\nProletariat shushed him, pressing his lips to his. Bourgeoisie sniffled, choking back his tears. ``S-sorry uh, going down the wrong path there.'' He cleared his throat. ``What I'm trying to say is that I think I'm [i]in love[/i] with you; I don't know how to handle that. Like, I know you're my brother and I love you like that. But when...when my mind and my body are taking it beyond that? I don't want to stop being intimate with you! I don't want to stop cuddling you and kissing you and just...any of it!''\n\n``We're closer than we've ever been; and I'm really, really really enjoying that. Making mistakes, and learning and just both of us enjoying ourselves and each other. But that other affection and need I feel makes me feel...guilty? Like, walking near you at school and feeling like I need to hide my face or try to ignore you. When what I really want to do is, mh, walk up and hold your tail in mine...and touch your paw and lean into you. It's so fucking hard, Proletariat! It confused me and upset me every time it happened before recently. There's no way we could just `brush it off' either if I did.''\n\nHe shifted his paws around, up to Proletariat's chest and squeezed his pectorals. ``You make me feel safe, like I could just get away with it anyway! Nobody else gets you like I do, not even Mom and Dad. And you're the only one I could talk to like this, there's no one else who comes close. Not that...well never mind. Look, what I'm saying is I need your help to, I don't know, move past this? Or like to satisfy it and be done? I don't want to stop what we're doing. I just....'' He sighed, smiling at Proletariat's beautiful visage. ``Okay, I think I'm done..for now.''\n\nProletariat had been half-holding his breath for a while now, and finally managed to release it. ``Wow dude, you need to let it out more often. That was a lot to try and parse...so gimme just a sec.'' He closed his eyes, shifting to rest his forehead on Bourgeoisie's.\n\n``So, I think the most important thing that you said yourself, is that right now we are closer than we've ever been. I don't know if there's anything more we could do. Showing the kind of affection we do at home out in public [i]would[/i] only cause issues. If you weren't my brother, we probably would be, uh, dating if we were this far along. But we aren't. We've known each other as long as we possibly could. We've been through everything together; we were literally born as a single, mh, entity? Something like that.'' He pulled his head back away, and continued, ``I think that might be part of it too. I mean of course I feel a connection with you too, but not quite like how you describe it. I guess I haven't felt that for anyone though.''\n\nProletariat pulled himself up a little bit, looking down to him. ``I'm happy with how things are, but I do want you to be satisfied with our relationship too. And you know I'd do anything for you. It's just, even if we wanted to call it something else what would be the point? Are you going to go around school saying you have a boyfriend? If someone asked, are you going to say it's me?'' He smiled, watching Bourgeoisie get more flustered. ``Would you feel comfortable walking in with me, holding my tail? Kiss me goodbye before class? Maybe give me a little grope as you pass by in the hall, or get the same treatment from me? Introduce me as your brother-boyfriend? Or just-''\n\n``Yes!'' he interrupted, ``Maybe not the last one, but everything else...a thousand times yes! You're the one who told me nobody else's opinion matters, as long as we're enjoying our lives and not hurting anybody! So why shouldn't we?! What are they going to do about it? Tell our parents? Kick us out or something?''\n\n``Bourgeoisie...you know this is only temporary. You'll find someone, I'll probably find someone.... I mean look, we're gonna grow up, and grow apart and-''\n\n``You can't be serious! Of course I know that, but I want to get as much out of our relationship as I- as we can. It doesn?t need a label. I just want it; I...really do.''\n\nHe took both of his paws off of his body, and gripped Proletariat's face instead. His heart began to quicken again, just from staring silently at him. The flush of his face may not have been visible, but his brother watched as his mouth fell open, irises gleaming and his pupils growing gradually wider. Bourgeoisie's lips quivered, but he didn't break eye contact.\n\nProletariat stuck his tongue out, and gave Bourgeoisie a wink. ``What about Kaja? You were really into her just a year ago.''\n\n``You know what happened there,'' he murmured. ``I do [i]like[/i] Kaja, but her father is really...scary; I mean have you seen him?''\n\n``Yeah, he could crush your skull between his thighs. Mmm....'' His eyes rolled up, and he shuddered. ``Probably worth trying once!''\n\n``Gross dude! That's...please, ugh, this isn't about Kaja or him. It's you and me and us.''\n\n``Personally I'm not against including them, but to each their own.''\n\n``And you're my own.''\n\nProletariat smiled, pulling his head free and tucking it against Bourgeoisie's neck. He kissed him several times until he started to squirm. Proletariat laughed, shaking the whole bed and pushing his brother past the edge to join him. Their laughter only fueled each other, growing louder and louder until Bourgeoisie stifled him with a claw in his mouth. They reveled in each other's presence for a while as the giggling subsided, Proletariat cuddling into his chin.\n\n``This is the Bourgeoisie I love, being honest with himself instead of posturing for...others....'' He frowned, taking a moment to process his own statement. ``Fine, you know what? I get it. It won't hurt anything; we'll have to be even more careful though. I don't think Mom and Dad finding out is okay. I'm good with being more affectionate in public, maybe even letting a few- very very few very close friends know. Everyone else I think we can...play it off as messing around. If we keep it limited, and mmph!''\n\nBourgeoisie silenced him with his lips, pressing his tongue past Proletariat's teeth. He made as much noise as he could, slurping at the roof of his mouth and base of his tongue. Proletariat groaned, digging his claws into the bed while he allowed Bourgeoisie free access to his oral cavity. His eyes drooped shut, slowly pushing their heads back toward the pillow. The musky taste of his own cock mixed with Bourgeoisie's saliva overwhelmed him, flooding his senses and causing his body temperature to rise. He whined and whimpered, trying to keep himself propped up on his paws to not crush his brother. Their tails lashed back and forth, colliding with the bedposts and each other. When he felt a stirring in his loin, he finally backed out, pushing down his arousal with the knowledge that Mom would be expecting them up for school soon. He pulled up gradually, extricating Bourgeoisie from his maw.\n\n``So?'' Bourgeoisie looked at him expectantly, tenderly touching his chest.\n\n``So...what?'' Proletariat grinned at him, and lifted his lower half up a little to free his dick that was peeking out from its slit.\n\n``I think it's your job to ask...or is that not how the gays do things?'' He winked at him.\n\n``Huh, curious. What exactly are you trying to say?''\n\n``J-just shut up and do it...please?'' he squeaked.\n\nProletariat rolled his eyes, and grabbed Bourgeoisie by the chin. ``Bourg, no, Bourgeoisie....'' He paused to clear his throat. ``I've liked you for a long, long time. And um, I was hoping that maybe you felt the same way about me.'' He grinned, faking a sniffle. ``If- if you do, then maybe y-you...would you like to be my brother-boyfriend?''\n\n``Ugh, Prole! No...but I'd love to be your [i]boyfriend[/i], if that is good enough.''\n\nProletariat pecked him on the cheek. ``I think I can handle that.''\n\nBourgeoisie pulled himself back against the headboard, sitting up until they were eye-to-eye. ``And I can handle you. Thank you....'' \n\n``We'll have to discuss this more later. For now, just know that we'll work through anything that comes our way. And most importantly, that I love you.''\n\n``I love you, Prole!'' The words ran like honey through Bourgeoisie's head. Hundreds of times before had he heard them, but now more than ever they filled him with warmth. He was ready to face whatever struggles may come; ready to do the best he could for both of them and surging with a new-found confidence! Nothing was beyond his reach, and nothing would bring him down from this high!\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The morning came quickly after Proletariat and Bourgeoisie's day of water-based sex-capades. They slept soundly until just before sunrise when Bourgeoisie began to stir. He blinked in the low light, still wrapped up tightly in his brother's tail and forearms. Feeling much more at ease after resting, he watched Proletariat's chest rise and fall, listening to his heartbeat. His paws shifted up onto his sides, squeezing him gently.

Proletariat's tail whipped abruptly away from him, as he turned in his sleep saying, ``No get offa me! Mh!'' He clawed at some invisible foe, flailing his forearms for a few moments before dropping back into silence. Bourgeoisie had to stifle a snorting giggle as he backed quietly off of the bed, staring hard at the clock to try and check the time as he went.

Still over two hours before leaving for school. That might work out; I should talk to him, like, really soon.

He turned toward the window and drew back the curtain. It was still dark, with only the faintest trace of the sun on the horizon. He decided to leave it open, knowing that the sun would help wake Proletariat sooner than later. Then he made his way back to the bed, crawling up close to his brother at first before having a silly idea.

He flipped himself around while trying not to disturb him, and took up a position from which he could straddle Proletariat's tail. He got his head aligned well with the tip of it, and hugged it like he was holding on to an anaconda. For his efforts, he was greeted with a slap from the tip of the tail. He flinched back, holding his snout, and rolled over away from Proletariat. He glared at him, biting his lip to avoid waking him up.

Proletariat shifted in his sleep and ended up squarely on his back. His forearms bent forward like a dog looking for attention, while his rear legs fell to the sides and his tail down over the end of the bed. Bourgeoisie watched him, waiting to see if he would awaken or continue moving. After a couple moments, he propped himself up on his front legs, getting a closer look at him. He was just so cute like this. His maw sat slightly agape, the tip of his tongue flitting out to taste the air in his sleep. He was so relaxed. He didn't often get to see Proletariat like this, vulnerable and...submissive looking. Perhaps it was an opportunity he shouldn't pass up on enjoying; he knew his brother would surely do the same to him.

Plus, who wouldn't want to wake up to some intimate attention...right?

He retrieved the bottle of lubricant from Proletariat's nightstand, slid it up onto the bed and followed carefully behind himself. Proletariat was just about centered in their two beds, which meant he'd have one rear paw on each mattress. But between the fitted sheet and their combined weight he shouldn't have to worry about them coming apart or anything. Bourgeoisie stretched himself over top of his brother, facing his tail. He did his best not to touch him yet as he got himself situated. Then he lowered himself cautiously, until his weight was supported by Proletariat beneath him.

His forelegs fit nicely in along Proletariat's thighs, and he took the opportunity to flex down his wrists and take inventory of the squeezable ass at his leisure. He smiled to himself, drawing all of his claws up and down his butt. He was able to watch as Proletariat's rear paws clenched and released as he went. Along with that, he could feel a change in his breathing with his contact to his chest. He stopped, not wanting to wake him up just stroking his beautiful ass. In fact, he'd missed out on `dessert' last night from getting so emotional and that sounded like a good idea right now!

He shifted forward a couple inches and reached for Proletariat's tail with his paws. He held one at the base, then stroked gently over what he could reach to coax his tail backwards. He sighed, staring hard as he got his anus spread and accessible. He held the tail down and pressed his maw against his asshole. He kissed it, feeling his face grow flush as he pulled back and did it again. And again, and again....

Oh fuck; by the ancestors! Why...did this have to turn him on of all things? He pressed down again, probing lightly against the rim with his tongue. And how did Proletariat ever even convince him to try it in the first place?! He was supposed to try and fix this, not...make it worse? Ugh. He paused with his tongue out, gripping his tail tighter than before. Whatever, I'm just being shitty to me for no reason. Prole's right, nobody's opinion matters but ours; so why am I fighting mine?

Bourgeoisie swirled his tongue about slowly, then worked it gradually into the tight orifice. It tasted like sweat and lust, drawing him in deeper. He breathed through his nostrils while he pushed to near where he knew Proletariat's prostate to be. He wound his tongue up inside him, and started very slowly tongue-fucking his ass. He pumped it back and forth, soon finding he needed to raise his hips as his dick poked out against his brother's chest.

Proletariat moaned behind him, and his rear legs slowly kicked in his sleep. He sniffed strongly, his head drifting forward. ``Mh, M-Mom,'' he groaned, ``What's for breakfast...smells good...bacon?''

No, that's sausage and eggs you're smelling! He couldn't see much without pulling out, but Bourgeoisie raised his hips a bit further, pushing back closer to his brother's face. He kept at it with his tongue, until he felt Proletariat's cock pressing against him. Taking as long as he could, he savored his alone time with his brother's ass until his squirming made it seem like he was going to awaken. He withdrew, pulling his tongue back within his jaws after licking his lips. Shit, I should totally try and get him off just like that sometime. But for now, let's see what we can get away with.

After waiting a bit for him to settle back down, he grabbed the lube, squeezing and squirting a little bit into Proletariat's hole. He spread him with two claws so that it could slide down into his ass, twisting his head back to check that Proletariat was sound asleep. His head was still leaned forward, but he hadn't made any further sounds. It was a cute position for him, but Bourgeoisie was ready to move on and didn't feel like working around it. He lifted up off of him completely, slowly and carefully turning himself around. He very gently pushed Proletariat's head back onto the pillow, then adjusted to align his dick with the warm, lubed hole.

Prole will be okay with this, right? Bourgeoisie breathed deeply, locking eyes with Proletariat even though his were shut. A little late now. He pressed the tip of his dick inside him, gently going deeper, maybe half way, then began shallow thrusts into him. He watched carefully, trying to keep him asleep. His brother clenched his front paws, and his mouth fell open on the pillow, softly groaning.

The light of the sun had begun streaming in through the window, illuminating the wall above the bed. Bourgeoisie's attention was drawn to the shadow of his horns above Proletariat, and he slipped down a little deeper than he intended, drawing out a low moan from his brother.

He stopped, most of the way out, as Proletariat's head raised and he muttered, ``Bourg, mmf, that's my....''

He held his breath, waiting, and Proletariat dropped back to the pillow. He let it back out in a solid puff, and waited just a little longer to start moving again. He took it slow, putting all his focus into fucking his sleeping brother as softly as he could. His stamina couldn't keep up with the thrill and suspense however, and he felt it coming closer. He went a little harder, a little deeper, the ripples of flesh tightening and pulling him in. He gripped the bed, moaning loudly as he gave in and pushed as deep as he could. He humped him roughly and wildly, using all the stamina he had been saving up to this point.

``Ahh, ahh!'' Bourgeoisie groaned.

Proletariat woke with a start, swinging his forearms and striking Bourgeoisie's chest. He reeled back, bumping his head on a bedpost. ``Ngh! What the...ah, ooh fuck, huh?'' Their eyes met, Bourgeoisie's sapphires glowing in the rising sun, while Proletariat's typically emerald-green gleamed yellow in the low light.

Bourgeoisie didn't stop, nearly ready to dump his load inside him. He rode hilt to tip a few more times, neither of them breaking the silence nor their eye-contact until Bourgeoisie's face dropped and he moaned, ``Oh f-fuck Prole!'' With a final press he unloaded, filling Proletariat with his warm stickiness. He panted softly, a few more small thrusts milking out the last of it, then looking back to his brother's face. ``Oh...fuck, Proletariat um...shit. I-''

Proletariat grabbed his snout with one paw, squeezing his mouth shut. Horny motherfucker couldn't even wait until after school or something. ``Hey, Bourgeoisie. Good, mh, morning.'' He yawned, stretching his free limbs. ``Glad you're doing better, or so it seems.'' His other paw moved up to the side of Bourgeoisie's face, while the sunrise bathed them both in warm orange and yellow now. ``You wanna clean up your mess?''

Bourgeoisie shook his head.

``Excuse you?'' He gripped his face more firmly. ``You think I'm going to school like this?''

Bourgeoisie nodded, slipping his tongue out enough to try and lick his paw.

Proletariat released him and shoved him over, ripping his dick out of his ass. He landed on his legs, and before he could react more than a gasp Proletariat was on top of him. He grunted at his weight pushing down upon him, finding himself face to face with the tip of Proletariat's cock. ``This is your problem too. You'd better be fucking hungry.''

Bourgeoisie licked his lips, definitely enticed by the prospect. ``Um, P-Prole I didn't-''

He grabbed Bourgeoisie by the base of his tail, shoving him toward his dick. ``C'mon, open up you little slut. You earned this.'' His maw parted, and Proletariat immediately pushed inside once he could feel his breath. ``Mmrrgh,'' he growled, ``Keep your nostrils open, `cuz that's all you're getting.'' He pressed the head of his dick straight to the back of his brother's throat; they were both lucky that Bourgeoisie only had a gag reflex when it came to vegetables and school work.

Giving him just a moment to adjust, he shifted back to grab onto Bourgeoisie's heels. He drew back his hips, feeling each bump along his cock rub against the moist roof of his mouth and his tongue. He pushed back in nice and slow, fitting just under half into him before hitting the back. He raised his rear, to pull his brother's head upward, then shoved hard into his throat. He hilted in him, holding it firmly inside. He felt it as he swallowed involuntarily, trying to clear the obstruction. And Proletariat growled loudly, anticipating a rough day for his brother; but he deserved the nastiness that was coming.

Shit- fuck, what the hell? Bourgeoisie struggled beneath him, finding it hard to focus on breathing. His eyes clenched shut, trying to keep his throat open to avoid choking; he knew he couldn't do anything at this point without seriously hurting Proletariat. And it won't come to that. I...I'm okay! Tears rolled down his face as he kept his jaw open nearly to it's limits. His throat burned and ached, and he prayed to the ancestors that it would be over soon.

``I never thought, mmph, that oh, you'd be able to do this.'' He pulled back from the tight, wet hole with a schluck and pressed back in. ``This is great!'' he groaned, then softer he continued, ``Unlike being raped in my damn sleep!'' He found a rhythm that worked for him, distending Bourgeoisie's throat with each pump of his hips. ``Yeah, you heard me. You're lucky this, uff, is it for now.''

The beds creaked and rocked, bumping the wall lightly. Proletariat's tail lashed back and forth, and pushed their pillows off onto the floor. His balls pulled up close to his body, ready to burst, and he was met with a difficult choice: whether or not to make Bourgeoisie suffer more for his poor decision. It could go very badly, but if it didn't he was sure it would keep him from doing it again. Having only a short time to choose, he decided the risk was worth it.

His grip on Bourgeoisie's heels loosened, as he pushed him down harder with his hips. His cock throbbed, pulling at his throat in all directions as he rode out his orgasm. Pumping directly into Bourgeoisie's stomach made the smaller dragon thankful that it was finally over. Until it dawned on him as Proletariat's knot began to swell just inside his maw. He tried to scramble backwards to no avail under his brother's weight. His jaws stretched wider, past its normal limit. Tears flowed freely and his breath came raspy and quickly. He continued swallowing, as his only other option was to choke.

Proletariat rolled himself and Bourgeoisie over onto their sides. He grabbed for Bourgeoisie's neck, running his paws down his throat to admire his work and wring out the last of his load. ``Damn,'' he sighed, ``What the fuck was that....'' He licked up tears from beneath his brother's eyes, sniffling and fighting his racing heartbeat. He curled up around him, hugging him close, and tenderly stroked Bourgeoisie's underside.

Now you're the one who screwed up, Proletariat. What if you seriously hurt him? And you can't even tell! Two mistakes just turn into some sort of fucked up. He kissed the base of Bourgeoisie's tail, then began lapping at the scales on his back. Not that he did right by me, but I only intended to play up my outrage a little bit. He focused his mind elsewhere and began pumping all four of his paws, trying to draw blood away from the knot.

Bourgeoisie breathed slow and deep, his body shaking while Proletariat deflated in his mouth. As soon as he felt slack in his jaw Proletariat pulled back, freeing his throat with a gasp. He coughed, rolling onto his stomach toward the nearest edge of the bed. Hacking and groaning, he cleared what little remained in his throat out onto the floor. His brother reached out to rub his back, entwining their tails.

Proletariat leaned up, looking at the small mess on the floor and feeling relieved that there was no blood. ``Are you doing...o-okay?'' he whispered, ``I um-''

``Fuck dude!'' Bourgeoisie rasped, ``That suuuucked....'' He pressed the flat edge of his horns up against Proletariat's neck. He spoke softly and slowly, trying not to strain his throat. ``You gotta warn me better next time. Like, that was really hot, but it hurt...and I didn't expect it.''

``You're...not upset?'' Proletariat cuddled down into him.

``Well, are you?''

``I was. Mostly uh, just startled though. And....''

``But you're fine now? And I will be.'' He squeezed his tail, and stretched his left wing over top of Proletariat's wings. ``I'm sorry still, about...well fucking you while you were asleep. I love you, you know.''

Proletariat kissed his head and said, ``I love you too. And I apologize for pushing too far with you, and overreacting a little bit.''

They sat close and quiet, coming down together from their shared experience. One was focused on ensuring the other's well-being, while the other's mind was still occupied with his original intentions for the morning. Proletariat kissed him again, drawing Bourgeoisie's gaze upwards to meet his.

Holy shit, why is he so beautiful? I always forget about how the edges of his scales are a golden sheen. Or is it just a reflection off of mine? I'm not sure. Bourgeoisie looked away, toward the open window. His stomach churned and gurgled, and he swallowed down a belch. Okay, I need this off my mind for good.

``I know I'm um not sounding the best, but I wanted to t-talk with you.'' He backed himself up, and flopped over with his wings splayed over the edges of the bed.

``Okay...oh like, about what was bothering you?'' Proletariat picked up one of their pillows from the near side of the bed, and passed it over to Bourgeoisie. Then he leaned over onto his forearm facing him.

``Yeah but um....'' He motioned with his front paws, asking for his brother to lay on top of him. ``Like this, please?''

``The what? Uh sure, okay.'' He propped himself up and crawled over onto him, setting himself down gently. ``This okay?''

``It is.'' His paws slid up over Proletariat's scales, coming to rest just below his shoulders. He stretched up and kissed his chin.  ``Being close to you makes me more comfortable.'' His rear legs wrapped up as far as he could get around Proletariat, gripping onto his hips. One claw idly scratched over the scar on his left side. ``But I suppose that's no surprise.''

``Of course, you've never shied away from affection,'' he answered, ``Even when I do this!'' He shoved his face against Bourgeoisie's neck, and wetly blew raspberries against his scales.

``H-hey! Heehee, s-stop that!'' He clamped up, trying to block him from getting in there. ``I'm s-serious!''

He switched to nibbling and licking at his neck instead, his paws wandering sensually up onto Bourgeoisie's chest. ``This better for you?'' he purred.

``Shut up...y-yeah it is! But-'' He gently shooed him away with his head, touching his snout to his brother's. ``I still need to talk with you.''

``Okay, well then just-''

``Shh, look...can I take my time here? It's not easy.'' He lay his head back down on the pillow, looking away. ``So please, let me think and approach this and, um, then I'll give you time to say what you need to too.''

Proletariat gave him a small nod, then lay his head next to Bourgeoisie's, so that he was looking at him. ``Please, go ahead.'' He smiled as warmly as he could muster.

Bourgeoisie sighed. Where was he supposed to start? He didn't want to jump right into it, but what else was he to do? He breathed in deeply. His heartbeat outpaced Proletariat's two-fold. He pushed their snouts together, and breathed out. ``Okay, you um, yeah,'' he stumbled.

Proletariat squeezed him, licking his chin. ``Take you time,'' he whispered. ``I'm here for you.''

``Yes...yes.'' He closed his eyes. ``Prole...you matter so much to me. Like, I can't begin to even put it into more words than that,'' Bourgeoisie murmured slowly, eyes still clenched shut. ``And I don't understand what's going on with me right now. I- no, no I do, I just don't get why. You are the most important dragon in my life, maybe tied with me but....'' He looked into his eyes now, seeing his own reflected this close. ``Touching you...just being close to you sets my heart into a fever. You're so cute, and s-sexy...k-kissing you feels like stones weighing down my stomach. And some part of me, deeper down now that I've come to understand, tells me I'm wrong, and I'm broken and stupid and-''

Proletariat shushed him, pressing his lips to his. Bourgeoisie sniffled, choking back his tears. ``S-sorry uh, going down the wrong path there.'' He cleared his throat. ``What I'm trying to say is that I think I'm in love with you; I don't know how to handle that. Like, I know you're my brother and I love you like that. But when...when my mind and my body are taking it beyond that? I don't want to stop being intimate with you! I don't want to stop cuddling you and kissing you and just...any of it!''

``We're closer than we've ever been; and I'm really, really really enjoying that. Making mistakes, and learning and just both of us enjoying ourselves and each other. But that other affection and need I feel makes me feel...guilty? Like, walking near you at school and feeling like I need to hide my face or try to ignore you. When what I really want to do is, mh, walk up and hold your tail in mine...and touch your paw and lean into you. It's so fucking hard, Proletariat! It confused me and upset me every time it happened before recently. There's no way we could just `brush it off' either if I did.''

He shifted his paws around, up to Proletariat's chest and squeezed his pectorals. ``You make me feel safe, like I could just get away with it anyway! Nobody else gets you like I do, not even Mom and Dad. And you're the only one I could talk to like this, there's no one else who comes close. Not that...well never mind. Look, what I'm saying is I need your help to, I don't know, move past this? Or like to satisfy it and be done? I don't want to stop what we're doing. I just....'' He sighed, smiling at Proletariat's beautiful visage. ``Okay, I think I'm done..for now.''

Proletariat had been half-holding his breath for a while now, and finally managed to release it. ``Wow dude, you need to let it out more often. That was a lot to try and parse...so gimme just a sec.'' He closed his eyes, shifting to rest his forehead on Bourgeoisie's.

``So, I think the most important thing that you said yourself, is that right now we are closer than we've ever been. I don't know if there's anything more we could do. Showing the kind of affection we do at home out in public would only cause issues. If you weren't my brother, we probably would be, uh, dating if we were this far along. But we aren't. We've known each other as long as we possibly could. We've been through everything together; we were literally born as a single, mh, entity? Something like that.'' He pulled his head back away, and continued, ``I think that might be part of it too. I mean of course I feel a connection with you too, but not quite like how you describe it. I guess I haven't felt that for anyone though.''

Proletariat pulled himself up a little bit, looking down to him. ``I'm happy with how things are, but I do want you to be satisfied with our relationship too. And you know I'd do anything for you. It's just, even if we wanted to call it something else what would be the point? Are you going to go around school saying you have a boyfriend? If someone asked, are you going to say it's me?'' He smiled, watching Bourgeoisie get more flustered. ``Would you feel comfortable walking in with me, holding my tail? Kiss me goodbye before class? Maybe give me a little grope as you pass by in the hall, or get the same treatment from me? Introduce me as your brother-boyfriend? Or just-''

``Yes!'' he interrupted, ``Maybe not the last one, but everything else...a thousand times yes! You're the one who told me nobody else's opinion matters, as long as we're enjoying our lives and not hurting anybody! So why shouldn't we?! What are they going to do about it? Tell our parents? Kick us out or something?''

``Bourgeoisie...you know this is only temporary. You'll find someone, I'll probably find someone.... I mean look, we're gonna grow up, and grow apart and-''

``You can't be serious! Of course I know that, but I want to get as much out of our relationship as I- as we can. It doesn?t need a label. I just want it; I...really do.''

He took both of his paws off of his body, and gripped Proletariat's face instead. His heart began to quicken again, just from staring silently at him. The flush of his face may not have been visible, but his brother watched as his mouth fell open, irises gleaming and his pupils growing gradually wider. Bourgeoisie's lips quivered, but he didn't break eye contact.

Proletariat stuck his tongue out, and gave Bourgeoisie a wink. ``What about Kaja? You were really into her just a year ago.''

``You know what happened there,'' he murmured. ``I do like Kaja, but her father is really...scary; I mean have you seen him?''

``Yeah, he could crush your skull between his thighs. Mmm....'' His eyes rolled up, and he shuddered. ``Probably worth trying once!''

``Gross dude! That's...please, ugh, this isn't about Kaja or him. It's you and me and us.''

``Personally I'm not against including them, but to each their own.''

``And you're my own.''

Proletariat smiled, pulling his head free and tucking it against Bourgeoisie's neck. He kissed him several times until he started to squirm. Proletariat laughed, shaking the whole bed and pushing his brother past the edge to join him. Their laughter only fueled each other, growing louder and louder until Bourgeoisie stifled him with a claw in his mouth. They reveled in each other's presence for a while as the giggling subsided, Proletariat cuddling into his chin.

``This is the Bourgeoisie I love, being honest with himself instead of posturing for...others....'' He frowned, taking a moment to process his own statement. ``Fine, you know what? I get it. It won't hurt anything; we'll have to be even more careful though. I don't think Mom and Dad finding out is okay. I'm good with being more affectionate in public, maybe even letting a few- very very few very close friends know. Everyone else I think we can...play it off as messing around. If we keep it limited, and mmph!''

Bourgeoisie silenced him with his lips, pressing his tongue past Proletariat's teeth. He made as much noise as he could, slurping at the roof of his mouth and base of his tongue. Proletariat groaned, digging his claws into the bed while he allowed Bourgeoisie free access to his oral cavity. His eyes drooped shut, slowly pushing their heads back toward the pillow. The musky taste of his own cock mixed with Bourgeoisie's saliva overwhelmed him, flooding his senses and causing his body temperature to rise. He whined and whimpered, trying to keep himself propped up on his paws to not crush his brother. Their tails lashed back and forth, colliding with the bedposts and each other. When he felt a stirring in his loin, he finally backed out, pushing down his arousal with the knowledge that Mom would be expecting them up for school soon. He pulled up gradually, extricating Bourgeoisie from his maw.

``So?'' Bourgeoisie looked at him expectantly, tenderly touching his chest.

``So...what?'' Proletariat grinned at him, and lifted his lower half up a little to free his dick that was peeking out from its slit.

``I think it's your job to ask...or is that not how the gays do things?'' He winked at him.

``Huh, curious. What exactly are you trying to say?''

``J-just shut up and do it...please?'' he squeaked.

Proletariat rolled his eyes, and grabbed Bourgeoisie by the chin. ``Bourg, no, Bourgeoisie....'' He paused to clear his throat. ``I've liked you for a long, long time. And um, I was hoping that maybe you felt the same way about me.'' He grinned, faking a sniffle. ``If- if you do, then maybe y-you...would you like to be my brother-boyfriend?''

``Ugh, Prole! No...but I'd love to be your boyfriend, if that is good enough.''

Proletariat pecked him on the cheek. ``I think I can handle that.''

Bourgeoisie pulled himself back against the headboard, sitting up until they were eye-to-eye. ``And I can handle you. Thank you....''

``We'll have to discuss this more later. For now, just know that we'll work through anything that comes our way. And most importantly, that I love you.''

``I love you, Prole!'' The words ran like honey through Bourgeoisie's head. Hundreds of times before had he heard them, but now more than ever they filled him with warmth. He was ready to face whatever struggles may come; ready to do the best he could for both of them and surging with a new-found confidence! Nothing was beyond his reach, and nothing would bring him down from this high!

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