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The music was subtle, almost quiet. The ambient was fairly dark with only a few burning candles dancing around the corners, more so around the elevated stage, all to keep the audience's focus on the graceful performance given by the cutest au ra dancer that moved like wind itself.

Kazek and his brother Zoran, the two hrothgar sitting by the middle of the audience, sure as hell were appreciating the dance, at least. The underground bar had about a dozen tables scattered over the large hall surrounding the stage, all of which filled with patrons that were hard to make out due to the lack of lighting. None of them were as big as the pair of hrothgar, however. These other races rarely ever were. That in itself already made Kazek feel more proud and confident. His light brown fur felt accentuated by the low lighting of the room even under the large overcoat he wore and his brother, who shared a similar but just slightly darker fur, also looked ten times more manly than any of the smaller races could hope to be. Unlike Kazek, his brother even had a nice horn protruding from his forehead. A trait he envied! He had taken that from their father.

Ever since he and his brother arrived in the strange, far-eastern lands of Doma, they had, of course, not seen any others of their kind. Hrothgar were rare enough in Eorzea already but in Doma? Hah! None could even hope to compare. The pair of rather muscular, tall and furry men had a little trouble even fitting around that table. These Domans were full of the strangest customs, among them having their tables brought low and instead of providing proper chairs, just giving them some diminutive pillows to sit on the ground with. That was all fine. Kazek would gladly endure the discomfort of sitting on the floor if it meant he got to see such beauties performing from up-close. His brother seemed to be of a similar mind. Kazek had seldom ever seen Zoran grin that wide.

"Lift that skirt, sweetie!" Zoran pretty much yelled by his side. That got the pair of hrothgar some looks from around them, but Kazek himself just laughed out loud at his brother's boldness. These people sure were weird! Though this was advertised as a 'Special Erotic Show' and ran in an underground (and rather hard to find) establishment, the show wasn't anything like Kazek and his brother expected. If something like this happened back in the shores of Limsa these men would be howling and whistling in appreciation of the dancers' beauty, but here? Everyone just... watched in silence. Maybe because the damn music was so quiet too. It was a single weird string instrument playing high notes that, Kazek had to admit, paired very well with the lady's gracious dance, but where was the fun of it?

The au ra dancer's robes showed plenty of her perfect, smooth legs, but never more than that. The little scales on her back and even her short scaled tail moved in tandem with her, which added a special charm that felt unique to her race to the dance. Every move she made looked calculated and with purpose, but though sometimes the Hrothgar could almost catch a hint of what was under her skirt, he never quite made it. It was such a tease! It made Kazek shift in his seat and instead focus on the ale.

The drink too was weird. They had, of course, ordered the strongest ale of the house as the pair of real men they were. What they received was something that, when Kazek brought to his muzzle again, tasted soft and sweet like Moonrise, but still burned nicely on the way down like Qiqirn Firewater. It must've been good stuff too because Kazek, even being quite the drinker, already felt a little lightheaded. That pleasant buzz that made life all the more fun.

Grinning towards his brother, the Hrothgar brought his clawed fingers up to his muzzle and whistled. It was loud and, for a moment, he swore the dancer almost lost focus as her eyes trailed towards him for a second, but her dance did not stop. When she looked at him, however, he made a point to wink at her and even lick his lips to show his appreciation of her. Zoran by his side laughed out loud and hit his side with his elbow. Quite the blow, but the brothers were used to horsing around and were made of tough stuff. Kazek just returned the blow in kind hitting his brother's side with his own elbow too, which in turn made him spit the drink he was taking over the table in the funniest of ways.

Soon enough, the music ended. The graceful dancer bowed before the audience who just gave her a light round of clapping. Kazek whistled again, his brother as well, and when she glanced at them she looked annoyed, but that didn't stop him from winking at her again.

Someone else took the stage. A miqo'te that also wore a dancer's outfit, cat-like ears and puffy, furry tail of black coloring. She looked more mature than the pretty young thing that had been performing before her, but her beauty was still far above average. She bowed towards the audience as well in a graceful manner. These Domans sure like bowing.

"The Enchanted Troupe appreciates your presence here tonight," the miqo'te said to all the patrons surrounding the stage. "Our next presentation is called 'The Growth of the Rose', performed by one of our most skilled dancers. We would also kindly ask that all patrons remain silent during the performance."

She bowed again and stepped aside to present the new dancer. When Kazek got a look at her legs, he liked what he saw, but as she stepped into the light, well... the Hrothgar was surprised to see that she wasn't a she, but rather a he. The miqo'te dancer wore nothing but beads around his neck, leaving his lean and furless chest exposed. Beneath it, he wore draping clothing that was, to Kazek, too akin to a girly skirt. When the music started and he started moving, his dance was different from the au ra girl's dance, but still just as graceful and feminine.

"The heck?" Kazek said to his brother who looked just as stunned to see a man subjecting himself to that. "Are you seeing this, brother?"

"Ooh, I see it, but I don't believe it." Zoran snorted and looked at him. They talked out loud not really minding that others heard it. "That is the single most ridiculous thing I have never thought I'd see!"

Both Hrothgar burst out laughing. The male miqo'te continued to move like a girl up on the stage, ignoring them, but downing more of their drinks, the pair of hrothgar continued to snicker or just outright laugh at the display.

"I thought this was an 'erotic' show, not a comedy one!" Kazek said, making his brother spit his ale for the second time that night to laugh, which made him proud. They continued laughing at the ridiculous display of a man dancing like a girl in front of them until they both felt a tap on their shoulder.

"Excuse me," she said. It was the miqo'te from before. The one that had introduced the dancers.

"Would you gentleman please follow me backstage?"

Both brothers looked back and up at her. Kazek grinned right away.

"Backstage? Why?"

She gave him a very charming smile. "I have something special for you."

His brother's grin widened, showing his nice-looking fangs.

"Something special for us, huh? Or maybe you're wanting something special from us?" Zoran grabbed at his own crotch as he said that. The fool was always the bold one! Kazek, in his semi-drunk state, found it funny and laughed. The miqo'te's smile didn't waver, however.

"Perhaps you could say that," she said with a wink. The lady turned around, her skirt almost touching their muzzles when she did, and the brothers looked at each other. Their grins only widened further.

"Score," Kazek thought and he could tell his brother was thinking the same. The pair of large hrothgar got up from their table right away, more than glad to leave the lame display of the male dancer to follow after such a beautiful lady.

She led the brothers towards the back, then around the hall and finally through a door that led to the back of the stage and into a room. It was poorly lit just like the rest of the place, but after a few not-so-subtle sniffs Kazek could clearly smell her delicate perfume all around the small room. It had hangers with dancer clothes adorning the walls and several cabinets with mirrors and accessories. He judged it to be the room where the dancers got ready for their performances. That's where she stopped and turned towards them.

"So," she started, always with that same charming smile of hers, "you two are foreigners, that much is plain. Where do you hail from, if I may ask?"

The brothers looked at each other. Kazek folded his arms and Zoran spoke up first.

"Been making a livin' in Eorzea for a while. We're here as bodyguards to escort some scholar through the Azim Steppes as he does some kind of studying on beasts or somethin'."

Kazek jumped in with a nod. "Easy job. Monsters are no match for top-notch hrothgar such as ourselves." He gave his broad chest a few pats.

His brother grinned in affirmation. "Aye. We got the first half of our payment in advance and our ship doesn't leave until the morning, so..."

Zoran reached into his coat to pull out a pouch that jiggled heavy with the amount of gil it had inside. He played with it in his large paw.

"Needless to say, we're lookin' for a good time, sweetie, and we can pay."

She never stopped smiling but did shake her head.

"I apologize, but though we do have explicit dances later in the night, this is not that kind of establishment." Her tone of voice was still sweet and polite despite the refusal.

"Tsc!" Kazek took a step towards her. "Surely it could be given that we have the coin, huh? My brother is quite pleased with you and if you could pull out that sweet au ra thing from before to come along too..." The hrothgar grinned. "I've always had a thing for tails."

Kazek brought his hand up to grab her shoulder. He only meant for a flirting move, but a split second before he could touch her, she deftly spun to the side and twisted a step away from him. Always smiling, too, which was getting strange.

"I'm sorry, but no. You fellows have not been very respectful tonight, especially towards my male dancer." As she spoke, the miqo'te moved to one of the cabinets by the corner, she got down on her knees to reach into the last drawer near the bottom, then started rummaging through it. Kazek just took the opportunity to stare at her behind, though.

"Respectful? What is there to be respectful about in a man doing woman things?" his brother snickered.

"I don't think you can call that a man," Kazek butted in. "Listen, lady, if that is what you consider a man... well, let's just say that, if you've ever been with that cat boy, we will be glad to show you how it feels to spend a night with cat men."

The miqo'te found what she was looking for, but held it within her palm as she turned towards them again. She looked at them with the same smile while she spoke.

"You see... dancing is an art. It is not made for women, but for anyone that can grasp and appreciate its grace and beauty. A man can touch the audience's heart just as well as any woman can," she explained with a solemn voice. "In fact, I bet that even men such as yourselves would make for fine dancers if you put your hearts into it."

The hrothgar brothers looked at each other. There was a moment of silence there before both of them burst out laughing at the same time. The laughter lasted for a while, but Kazek forced himself to stop when he saw that she was standing there with a serious expression instead of laughing with them.

"Wait... wait, that wasn't a joke? You're serious?" Kazek asked, aghast.

His brother wasn't quite done laughing yet. "Yeah, right! You dance like that out there and the next step after that is getting down on your knees to suck another man's dick! By then you are pretty much a woman in its entirety!"

Both Hrothgar laughed again. The buzz going through Kazek's head was definitely aiding in finding this whole thing just hilarious, but of that he would laugh even if he was entirely sober. Never before in his life had he heard such a ridiculous claim!

The miqo'te calmly waited for them to settle down before she spoke again.

"You know what, why don't we find out?"

Kazek had to wipe the wetness from his eyes from all the laughing before he could look at her properly. "What does that mean?"

The dancer brought her hands up and then she uncovered what she had been holding in her palm. Nestled within her soft skin was the most beautiful multi-faceted gemstone that Kazek had ever laid his eyes upon. It had a pink coloring, but it reflected the lights of the candles dancing around them as if the flames were dancing within the gem itself. The hrothgar grew serious, eyes wide staring at it, and his brother did the same.

"This is a gift that we received from the Kojin of the Ruby Sea. It was given to us in appreciation of how we moved their hearts with our craft. It is a priceless artifact with many curious capabilities." Her fingers brushed over the gemstone and she raised it towards them. Kazek found that he couldn't take his eyes away from it, nor did he want to. It was just beautiful beyond words. "Stare at depths of this gemstone, focus on it and listen to my voice."

Her words rang through the hrothgar's ears and echoed within his mind. Her voice, so soft yet so firm, took hold within his mind. The gemstone's beauty overwhelmed him. Kazek felt a little bit of drool forming at the side of his muzzle and realized it had been gaping, but he ignored that and let it run out. The gemstone in her hand started glowing, little by little, and it only added to its extreme beauty...

"Listen to my voice. Listen to my commands. We are going to have a special performance tonight and you gentleman will be our prized guest stars..."

Kazek couldn't think. He heard her voice but didn't quite register what she was saying unless she spoke to him directly. All he wanted to do was stare at that gemstone all night long. No, for the rest of his life! At least, that's what he wanted at first. Slowly, her voice started guiding him through what he really wanted, and then the world started making sense. Kazek smiled.

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The hrothgar just stood there. The covering of the stage's side was the only thing that stood between him and the audience as Kazek stood at its back, waiting. From there, he could see the dancer that was currently performing in it. She was a hyur, beautiful as well, with perky breasts that had been exposed when she took away her top in a tantalizing way towards the audience and the shortest skirt he had seen that night as of yet and with nothing else underneath it. The much spicier dances of the end of the night would have pleased the hrothgar greatly if he was still focusing on appreciating them, but now he had a new purpose. And he was ready for it.

As the dancer stepped out of the stage and past him, the hrothgar did not even glance at her. His eyes were glazed and facing forward, his thoughts hazy and barely forming. The orders that the dancer had given him were the only thing that echoed in his mind, reflected there like the many facets of that beautiful gemstone.

"Entertain..." she had said, and entertain he would.

The very miqo'te that had given him such orders walked past him. At her he did glance, but thoughts still didn't form in his empty mind. When she passed him, her hand brushed against the hrothgar's defined abdomen. His body had always been something Kazek had been very proud of. It made him even happier that his muscular form was now bare for the world to see. His short fur covered him, yes, but other than that? His clothes were gone. A short thong that he suspected was made for smaller races strained to keep itself around his waist to cover just the bare minimum of his modesty. Around his chest and looped through his neck, the lady had also strapped a piece that covered nothing but his nipples. That was perhaps made for females, but she had told him to wear it, so of course, he did.

The miqo'te entered the stage and bowed towards the audience again.

"And now, as the final spectacle of the night, we have a very special extra surprise for you fine members of our audience." She always sounded so nice and respectful. Her voice was melodious and downright beautiful. "Two guest dancers have joined our troupe tonight to prove that the art of dancing extends to all corners of the world. We hope that you enjoy this final dance as a special gift from us, to you."

She bowed again and turned to leave the stage. As she did, the dancer reached for her ear. There, she activated the small linkpearl device that enabled long-distance communication. The simple act of activation generated a little static on the piece she had placed on Kazek's ear as well and then, when she spoke towards it, even if in low voice, he could hear it perfectly.

"Now, my cat 'men'... entertain."

That single word was all he needed. She had already explained what she wanted him to do when he heard it. With his mind absent of thought, Kazek stepped forward into the light of the stage. From the opposite corner, the hrothgar saw his brother coming up wearing the exact same outfit he wore. It was only looking at his brother that he noticed how the bulge between his legs could barely be contained by the tiny thong he wore. He registered deep within his mind that his brother was almost naked there, but did not connect the dots that, if he was wearing the same thing, so was he. Not that it mattered anyway. The two hrothgar reached the center of the stage and turned towards the crowd. Though it was dark in the audience, Kazek could see all of their eyes upon them, but the meaning of the gasps and snickers he heard was lost to him. The hrothgar brothers stood there, exposed as they were, staring at nothing in particular and thinking of nothing either.

Then, the music started. As soon as the hum of the first note went through his ears, Kazek knew what he had to do. So did his brother apparently, because both hrothgar moved in unison to lift their arms in a graceful move in order to start dancing to the music.

It was easier than he thought. The bracelets the miqo'te had put on him and his brother were enchanted to help beginner dancers, she had told him, and when Kazek moved his arms around, it was as if they pulled and tugged to straighten his movement and make them slightly more gracious and fluid. Both he and his brother had no knowledge of dancing, yet as they let themselves be guided by the music with no restraint, as she had told them to do, they found the movements flowing. If their dance was good or bad, that he did not know, but Kazek just moved and stepped around the stage letting it fill him up, just as his brother did by his side, putting up a show.

For a few moments, the pair of hrothgar spun around the stage. Memories of the dances they had just witnessed moments ago also helped spur their movements with Kazek imitating the moves the au ra dancer had performed to the best of his ability when he could. Once he would perhaps think that wrong, but there and then, with his mind with nothing but the dance and the music, he let the audience's eyes feast on his body. His powerful muscles flexed when he held himself up on one foot, then his rear was thoroughly exposed when he bent down as she had. The hrothgar's feline nature gave him plenty of flexibility, so even if holding his footpaw in the air caused the bulge between his legs to be all the more prominent, what did it matter? It was the dance that mattered! The dance and nothing else.

"The audience isn't here to watch your clumsy movement, my new dancers..." her voice in his ear spoke. Kazek registered the words, but didn't stop dancing. "They're here to see more of you two."

The hrothgar didn't know what that meant. She hadn't explained, so of course he could not know.

"Look at their eyes upon your bodies. A dancer's pleasure is the eyes of the audience, the appreciation in their gaze, the wonder. In your case, this will be literal."

Her voice... it was as if her voice was the command of the world. Everything she said sounded right and true. Kazek's eyes remained glazed, for he focused only on listening and dancing, nothing else.

"Each pair of eyes on you will give you pleasure. The more attention, the more appreciation, the higher your pleasure will become. The natural pleasure every male seeks to feel. Each eye on the audience will fuel your arousal..."

The moment she said it was so, for Kazek, it was. When the hrothgar's eyes looked down to meet the audience's, a fire was lit inside him. Slowly, the hrothgar found that dancing for them was just about the hottest thing he had ever done. A fire started burning through his loins, the same fire he felt when he looked at a beautiful lady in the nude or felt the warmth of a hot body against his own, except even stronger.

His body reacted to it right away. Even as he danced, stepping from side to side and twirling, Kazek felt his blood rushing down. His member started growing to reflect the arousal he felt while dancing to many eyes. The small thong he wore grew tighter and tighter, uncomfortably so, until a faster twirl from Kazek shook it hard enough so that his growing erection bounced right out of its confines. His cock sprang free from it, drawing a small gasp from some members of the audience which, in turn, made a new wave of arousal wash upon him. Within moments, the hrothgar's member was fully hard and jutting out of his hips, swaying back and forth alongside his dance as if it was an extra limb made for such a purpose. A few snickers from the audience followed as well, but the hrothgar took those as appreciation too, which only fueled his arousal even further.

It was only when he stepped back closer to the center of the stage in his dance that his member, swaying through the air, hit something else. Kazek's empty eyes glanced down to see that his brother's full erection had escaped its prison much as his own and also stood fully hard between his legs, bouncing with each clumsy move his brother did as well. The pair of hrothgar continued to dance with the eyes of the audience fueling their arousal in such a level that soon the pearly white droplets of precum that flew across the stage were made part of the show as well. Kazek smiled through his dance. Never before had he felt such raw, unhindered pleasure in anything before.

"My beautiful dancers," the voice said in his ear again. "The finale is coming. Dance as one, let's show the audience your love and bond for each other in the most special way of all..."

Though the words were somewhat cryptic, Kazek understood their meaning. So did his brother, because they both graciously stepped to the center of the stage to get close to each other. The music softened for a moment and because of that, it felt right to soften the dance as well. The pair of hrothgar circled each other while still dancing, their erections so close and so hard that their tips almost touched. As Kazek looked at that, he felt the strangest little tingle at the back of his mind. As if looking at his own brother's erection so close to his own was a bad thing. Yet, the hrothgar ignored that, for he had a dance to perform and much pleasure to still draw from it.

Kazek heard the buzzing of words coming from his brother's ear, which indicated that he might be getting instructions that he wasn't. His mind barely just registered that as he kept dancing, but soon his brother in front of him did a spin, then stepped back to fall with his back upon his chest. It was a sudden move, but Kazek caught the other hrothgar gracefully.

It also meant, of course, that his cock was hard-pressed between both bodies. In a slow motion, his brother ground his rump against his erection, making a very erotic, suggestive move out of it that drew some appreciative murmurs from the crowd. That delightful sound of approval from them made Kazek himself groan softly, his member marking the fur of his brother's lower back with precum as his member pulsed against his rear. For a few moments more, Zoran just kept grinding himself against his body. Kazek too used his arms to envelop his brother's chest from behind, feeling his fur, his powerful muscles.

His brother finally started to pull away from him, but as he did, the other hrothgar's tail swished back and forth with remarkable precision. The fluff of fur at the tip brushed against Kazek's hard member, then Zoran spun and the tail did it again. Kazek's moan as his erection was brushed by his brother's tail was genuine. He had always had a thing for tails, but usually that meant those pretty miqo'te cat-like tails or an au ra's cute little scaled, not a hrothgar's. In his dazed state, however, the way his brother's tail played with his cock only made the performance all the more pleasant.

His attraction towards the hrothgar in front of him grew tenfold. That brotherly love intensified and, since the order was to show it to everyone in their performance, Kazek's course of action became clear. He too spun in a dance, for every move had to be graceful, and closed in on his brother again. This time it was he who pulled the other hrothgar towards him, but chest to chest this time, so that Kazek could give his brother's neck a slow lick that the whole audience could see. An appreciative groan came from Zoran, even more so as their erections pressed together when their bodies enveloped with each other.

The music started to grow faster. It spurred Kazek on even further. The finale was indeed upon them, just as his love and his arousal continued to grow. Kazek took the lead in their dance, spinning his brother in front of him and catching him while Zoran followed along with it. Every now and then, one of the two would brush a paw or a hip against each other's erection. The stain of his brother's precum matted Kazek's exposed fur, but it didn't matter. It was all about love, dancing and the performance. As the music piped up, so did Kazek, finally pulling his brother close. His arousal pulsed in front of him, throbbing by itself. Such pleasure! He felt himself overflowing with it, ready to burst!

The music reached a final crescendo. Kazek spun one last time, then pulled Zojan against him, embracing his brother and finally pulling him into a full-fledged kiss. The other hrothgar responded in kind, the two brother's tongues intertwining with each other in front of the whole audience in the most sensual of ways. The music grew more frantic, pleasure rose, they pressed their bodies together and started grinding against each other in a true display of passion. Both their erections were pressed between their bodies, their muscular abdomens, and against each other. The pair of hrothgar humped against their brother, grinding their members together, both moaning in pleasure in through their kissing...

And then the music reached its end. A second after it did, a round of applause rose from the audience. That was the tipping point for Kazek.

The sound of the applause, the ultimate display of appreciation from the crowd, put his mind conditioned to take pleasure from it into overdrive. The pleasure and lust he was already feeling exploded. Kazek did not stop kissing his brother. If anything, he kissed with even more passion as he started moaning and mewling in ways he would normally never do when pleasure overcame all of his senses. His brother started moaning through their kiss in the same way, which made sense, since they both reacted the same manner, at the same time.

As a final show for the audience, everyone got to see how the two hrothgar's orgasms exploded in unison in response to the applause. Their erections, pressed between their stomachs, pulsed and shot their seed up, with the first shot from one of them, they couldn't tell who, going up so far that it hit their interlocked chins. Both hrothgar continued to audibly moan as their cocks spurted jet after jet of seed against their own bodies, making a mess of themselves and the stage. The applause only rose as they started covering themselves in their jizz and that, coupled with the gasps from the audience, only made their conditioned minds feel even more pleasure.

It translated into what Kazek, in his thoughtless state, judged as the best orgasm of his life. There were absolutely no worries in his empty mind. No thoughts, no problems, no consequences, just him, his brother and the passion of the orgasms they shared together.

It was only when their cocks were spurting the final remnants of their seed that their kiss broke. Both hrothgar wore a mess of semen on their chest, each throbbing erection dripping with theirs and the other's cum, but their minds were still empty. Their eyes glazed as they faced the audience with nothing but a wide smile that was appropriate to how good they felt.

"Take a bow," the voice said in their ears, and they did, taking a graceful bow and earning themselves a little more applause that kept their cocks hard despite having just orgasmed. The sound of static came to Kazek's ears and again, words only came to his brother's linkpearl.

The hrothgar just stood there as his brother approached him, fell down on his knees, grabbed on to his hips and leaned forward to start licking his erection clean with nice, gentle licks. Kazek smiled in appreciation just as the audience let out a new round of gasps and laughs. His brother's tongue felt remarkably good even against his spent cock, taking in the combination of their seed into his tongue and painting it white every time. Zoran too had a wide smile behind his empty expression, looking all too happy in cleaning their mess in a final display of eroticism.

The miqo'te lady from before came from behind them, walking past them and taking the front as the hrothgar brothers continued to stand there, Zoran's muzzle moving down to clean up the seed that had dribbled down to Kazek's balls. When the hrothgar looked down at his brother, his spent dick looked cute draped over his snout while the smiling hrothgar lapped at his furry balls, again and again, in such a pleasurable way.

She bowed towards the audience and said a few words that Kazek's mind didn't want to bother following. The hrothgar just stared into nothing, smiling and reveling in the way his brother's tongue felt against the tip of his member, cleaning it of the precum that was just coming out of it again.

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"Hnnngh..." Kazek groaned. His head felt heavy. How much had he drunk the previous night? He was lying against something soft. With a grumble, Kazek nuzzled his soft, furry pillow for a moment.

The hrothgar felt remarkably cold. He shivered, feeling a breeze against his bare fur, but he was lying his head over something so warm. He nuzzled again, his nose brushing against something soft and round. He sniffed, but the smell made him frown. It felt... earthy. Kazek lazily moved his head and this time, he felt something hard against his muzzle. Hard and hot. He nuzzled against it, feeling its texture, and slowly opened his eyes. They wouldn't focus. Kazek licked his dry lips and his tongue brushed against his pillow, but the strong taste that matched the strong smell made him wince a little bit.

When his eyes finally started to focus, the hrothgar was surprised to feel his pillow move as a whole. A grunt came from his side. Beside his head, the first thing Kazek saw was the round form of a dark-furred brown ballsack. His nose was pretty much pressed against it. The slowly moving gears inside the hrothgar's head struggled to make sense of it. He looked to the side and realized that the hard thing brushing against the side of his snout was in-fact dripping from its tip.

Everything shifted, that dick that had been angling up moving to angle downwards and brushed against his face again, which drew a grunt from Kazek as he started to realize that he was laying on someone's thigh. Someone furred, with dark-brown fur so similar to his own, and that had one heck of a case of morning wood. That familiar yet scent started to make more sense and adrenaline started shooting up Kazek's system as he realized he had been lying against...

"Kazek?!" his brother's voice came from above.

The hrothgar pulled back, looking at his brother's semi-naked form and realizing for the first time that he wasn't the only one that had a case of morning wood. Of exposed morning wood. Especially considering they seemed to be laying in some alley out in the city with the sun already high in the sky.

"Zoran?!"

The hrothgar stared at each other, shocked beyond reason. They saw the same thing in each other's eyes as some hazy memories started flooding back into their heads. An unspoken agreement between brothers.

...They would never speak of that night again in their lives.

Nor would they make fun of another male dancer.