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"I hope Kierlan isn't too shy around Siber." Richter spoke up from the foot of Grant's bed while he picked at some of the leftovers from dinner. "I don't think they've ever really hung out together."

"They'll be fine, Siber's a puppy dog and he mentioned he was going to take up a video game so they could maybe play it together." Grant glanced up from his book to look at the stallion lazily. "I know Kier doesn't really like games that much, but Siber normally has some pretty good ones. He probably has that one game with the bands in it."

"Oh, yeah. Kierlan would like that." Richter popped some food in his mouth and rolled over on his back. "He loves anything to do with music, even modern music."

The young stallion puffed out a little bit as he stared at the ceiling and flicked his tail back and forth where it hung over the bed. Dinner had been an enjoyable affair for all of them. At first he had been afraid it would be awkward or laden with hints that he should be trying for this college or that. And comments about not seeing any of the replies back for his attempts at securing grants. Instead, it had turned out to be wonderful and Skarlath had surprised him by slipping him an envelope when they'd gone for dessert. It had been opened, but somehow he didn't care. He'd opened up the letter that had confirmed his grant for starting at State. His college was paid for!

The only thing that was missing was Kierlan and being able to share his excitement. Grant had been excited, but he didn't seem to understand about how much it meant to the big stallion. He wanted to yell from the roof tops, call everyone he knew, and generally act like a long legged colt again as he pranced about. He managed to contain most of it, except for the swinging of his legs and the grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. Roan had been beside himself with excitement and the older stallion had promised that they'd go out the next day to pick out some new weights for him. Just for him! He wouldn't have to share them at all, he'd get to use them just for getting ready for college. It was like a dream come true. All that worry, all that fear was washed away in a rush of pure happiness.

"You're humming, you know." Grant's amused voice roused him from his contemplation and he found the white gold lion grinning down at him fondly. "That happy, are you?"

"Oh yeah," Richter flushed a little bit and rolled over onto his side. "Sorry, didn't mean to distract you from your book."

"Nah it's fine. I'm not really reading, more trying to keep my mind busy from hearing from the doc." Grant threw the book to one side with a sigh. A frown furrowed the white gold features before smoothing away. "I'm glad you got the grant, Richter. You deserve it. I bet you're going to walking on air for the rest of the night."

"Heh, well. I've been really stressed about it. I know that I hadn't heard a yes about anything so I was starting to worry." He ducked his head as he spoke and his lips twitched a bit in a grin. "Now I don't have to worry that much, you know?"

"Yeah I know." Grant smiled down at him before leaning down to kiss his forehead with a light brush of his lips. "I can't wait until you tell Kierlan, I bet he'll be dancing too." The frown returned and the lion chuffed out a sigh. "As long as we don't get bad news from the doctor."

Richter pushed his forelock out of his face and watched his brother's expression as it turned strained. It was obvious that he was struggling to keep his tension hidden, but he wasn't succeeding. Not from someone who knew him so well. He had been quiet and contemplative ever since they had gone to the doctor's. It was as if he was waiting for the ball to drop. It frustrated the young stallion and he moved his hand out to cup right against the pale cheek. His thumb brushed over the jaw line as he leaned his head to one side and brushed his muzzle along Grant's knee. He couldn't argue reasons on why it would be alright, he didn't know enough about medicine to even make a guess. But he could distract his brother in other ways.

The colt pushed his arm beneath him and looped his other one around Grant's back and gave a sudden pull that brought the feline in close to him. The stallion's nostrils flared a little bit as he promptly rolled onto his back again and dragged his brother with him. His broad hand cupped right along the firm rump cheeks and gave a squeeze as he pinned the smooth chest against his own. He stroked lightly back and forth as a rumble spilled between his lips. The warm feel of Grant against him stirred emotions in him that heated his belly and made him acutely aware that his boxer shorts weren't quite as loose as they should be.

_Damn. I wasn't always this bad.._He thought to himself and tilted his head up to catch Grant's lips briefly with his own.

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Grant let his lips linger on Richter's thicker ones briefly while his paws pressed against the bare chest. He could feel the smooth hide along his fingers as he stroked downwards and let out a soft purr in reaction to the paw that stroked along the curve of his rump. The light grip kneaded against his ass cheeks and his legs shifted to straddle the dark broad hips. Which, of course, pressed him right against the forming lump between Richter's legs.

"Mmmph, Richter, we shouldn't. Remember the doctor?" He pulled his muzzle back reluctantly and the stallion let out a short snort of frustration.

"He said we shouldn't be mucking about with Kierlan. He didn't say anything about with each other." The big colt grinned whimsically up at him before it turned sly. "Besides, we gotta pass time and I think this is the perfect way, don't you?"

"So you think we should go against doctor's orders?" He wriggled a little bit and the broad hands that gripped his rump cheeks gave a teasing squeeze that pressed him in close against the heavy swelling girth.

"Like I said, they didn't mention us." The stallion whickered laughter before leaning in to nibble along the sensitive curve of his neck.

Grant wanted to be the rational and back away, just in case, but Richter's light touch along his neck compounded with the flexing touch against his rump cheeks made it hard to think with his higher brain. He moved his fingers down to caress right along the sweep of the back of his legs. He pushed himself backwards to press a bit more firmly into the hands that squeezed and kneaded along him. He moved his paws up to press against the dark stallion's chest and gave a light stroke of his fingers downwards to catch along the nipples. He tugged lightly against them while he let out a muted purring growl before rolling his hips intimately close.

The stallion let out a low guttural sound as the lion's fingers curled and gave a light squeeze against the small pert nipples. The muscled chest flexed slightly and rippled before the stallion gave a gentle nip to one of his shoulders. The teeth scraped there ever so lightly while the bulge that was pressed ever so firmly against his own started to grow. The weight of the equine cock pushed outwards inch by slow inch, captured only by the boxers and Grant was no better. His own sheath was being pushed downwards as his dark red cock hardened. He couldn't control himself, not when he felt the powerful body gripping him. Not when he could hear the short heavy breathing and groans while his fingers teased along the nipples. Why should he? It didn't seem to matter what the doctor said as lust flared through him.

The lion dropped his paw down to curl just beneath the edge of the boxer shorts. He pulled lightly against them and gave a firm tug so that the edge of the rounded glans slipped free into the palm of his hand. The warm silky flesh was firming rapidly against his touch and he squeezed ever so lightly along it. He felt it pulsing and something slippery and wet oozed out as Richter arched his hips up into the touch. The large dark hands moved upwards and the fingers hooked against the back of his pants before giving a slow dragging pull. Grant didn't fight it, the sensation of the cloth brushing along his ass cheeks sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine. His nostrils flared open wide and he arched his back up a bit higher so his hand had more room to delve into the boxer shorts.

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Richter muffled a moan of pleasure at the paw that was rubbing along the thickening shaft. It made him feel flushed and the desire that rose up was like nothing he had ever felt. He didn't know what had changed or why, all he knew was that he wanted to feel the bare fur against his own. His thick neck arched and the colt pulled harder against Grant's pants and the lion lifted up to help him so that the sweat pants were peeled away from the bare fur. It was awkward, especially given the fact the white gold paw was pushing down the band of his boxers so that the thick heavy shaft flopped free between them to bump against the smooth curve of the belly.

It took them a few minutes to sort themselves out. In the end Richter cursed good naturedly and the colt flicked his ears back at Grants grinning face. The lion stood to one side of the bed with his own erection pulsing hot and hard against the belly, the dribble of precum rolled over the edge and caught the light. He stared at it as the boxer shorts dropped down around his knees and he managed to kick them off. The dark veined length pulsed slightly and flexed as the heavy tip brushed along his inner thighs and smeared the viscous precum there. He licked his lips with a thick pink tongue as he let his eyes glide over his brother's pale form. Light and dark, moonlight and shadows.

"What are you staring at?" Grant's lips quirked up in amusement and the lion dropped his paw to cup just beneath the dark red girth. "Your eyes aren't even lingering in the interesting spots."

"Oh they are, trust me. They are." The colt rumbled low in his throat and his nostrils flared wide as he drew in a breath. "I want you on top. I want you."

"On top?" Grant lifted one of his eye brows slightly. "Really now?"

Richter flicked his tail back and forth, the long strands caught along his legs. "Yeah. On top." He stepped forward as he spoke and moved his hand down to brush right over the tip of the barbed shaft.

"Rrrr I think that can be arranged." The lion purred while the fingers swirled in slow circles and brushed right over the tip to raise the barbs upwards slightly. Richter shivered as he imagined them pushing inside of them.

He let his fingers linger just long enough to gather up a bit of the precum. The trembling bead hung there for an instant before the colt lifted it up and flicked his tongue out to lick it off. The salty sweet taste spread over his senses and made him shiver before the young stallion took a step back. He bumped against the edge of the bed before dropping down. His eyes never left Grant as he sank back onto the mattress and lowered his saliva slickened finger to his own heavy cock. He wanted to feel his brother moving above him, he wanted to feel every inch within him, he wanted it badly enough that it almost ached. He let out a shivering breath and wriggled further onto the bed before lying back. His brother was already padding towards him.

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Richter was spread out on the bed like a wet dream. The muscles along his belly rippled and the heavy hardened cock rested along his belly as the stallion stretched out with a coy grin on the edges of his lips. Grant's tail started to lash back and forth as he stepped forward and didn't hesitate as he leaned forward and placed a paw on either side of the hips. The bed groaned under their combined weight, but he didn't worry that it might not hold. Instead, the lion lowered his head to lay a gentle kiss right on the swollen tip of the equine cock. His lips brushed against it briefly before his tongue spread outwards to swirl around in a slow circle.

The horse's powerful legs shifted along his hips as Grant's cock brushed against his inner thigh and the hips arched upwards as he worked his tongue in a deliberate curl along the raised edges. A thick drop of precum welled out and he caught it up with an eager tongue flick.

The syrupy wetness spread over his taste buds while he rolled his hips forward. His balls bumped slightly against the stallion's larger ones. Richter let out a soft sharp noise and the stallion's hands moved to run the thick nails along the line of the lion's back. Grant pressed up into the touch before lifting his head up with a little bit of a grin. His tail tip lashed behind him a bit faster as he shifted the rest of the way onto the bed and moved his paws down to cup either side of the dark hips. His fingers gripped against the muscle and guided the hips upwards while drawing his own hips back. The tip of his cock teased over the ripe swell of the orbs and left a glittering trail behind.

Grant leaned his head up just in time to catch Richter's muzzle leaning down. The soft thick lips captured his own as the lion dropped his cock tip down beneath the orbs and pressed his body firmly over his brother's. He could feel the pulsing equine cock against his belly as he guided the tapered tip of his own shaft down low enough to brush right against the dark thick pucker. He brushed it back and forth lightly, pulling right along the opening as precum bubbled up and smeared over the opening. His lips meshed with Richter's, their tongues spreading out and twining around one another eagerly. It was more then he could take.

The lion rolled his white gold hips forward slowly and heard Richter's moan as the barbed tip spread the pucker open. The dribbling of precum spilled into the passage as he eased the walls open around his tip and started to sink inwards. The equine cock pulsed against his belly and a wet dribble spread against the edge of his chest as he gripped the outer hips and shoved himself forward. His breath caught in his throat while the kiss deepened between them and he felt the quivering passage clamping down around him oh so tightly. It made his back bow before driving forward with a short sharp thrust, sinking himself into the passage until his orbs hit right up along the dark curved rump cheeks.

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Richter moved his hands down and cupped Grant's ass so that his fingers squeezed firmly and felt his brother lunge forward before the shaft drove itself in to the hilt. His walls clamped down tightly as he was spread open and he could feel the strands of precum rubbing and lubricating his passage. It made him arch upwards and push himself more firmly against the belly of his brother. The muscled abdomen flexed and rippled along the tip of his cock as he drank down the lion's kiss. His breath came out in soft shallow pants as the balls pushed right up against the dark curve of his ass cheeks. They rolled against them and the lion pulled back with a muffled moan.

The colt leaned his head back and shivered just as his brother pulled backwards and those lovely barbs flared outwards. They tugged and pulled along his passage in ways that no horse could duplicate. They teased and tugged until his walls squeezed down eagerly and he arched upwards in a short buck that drove the shaft back into him. Grant's low growling cry was soon muffled as the lion dropped his head and Richter bit back a cry as a hot eager mouth wrapped itself around the tip of his dark shaft. His cock pulsed in reaction and flexed upwards, spilling thick preseed into the maw as the white hips drove forward in a bucking drive that forced the stallion's hips up into the air.

The slow thrusts built on themselves as the barbs were smoothed down and pulled open again. The light tugs that caressed and pulled along his prostate so that he was left arching upwards trying to press more inside of him. His balls were jostled and bumped right against the pelvic bone while Grant pushed his muzzle down further and further. The hot puffs of breath erupted over the flesh and broad tongue spread wider and rubbed upwards with its own texture. It wasn't anything like a smooth canine tongue or equine one, it rubbed and tugged along the very edges of his flare so that the next dribble of his precum painted his brother's muzzle.

"Gods.. grant.." He managed to gasp out, only to feel the hips start to drive harder and faster against him. The broad paws moved to squeeze against the dark hips until the finger tips dug into the muscles.

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Grant rolled his eyes up to see his brother's head leaning backwards as the broad stallion's back arched upwards and bucked him. He pushed forward harder, faster in response to that movement, and it all aided the feel of the glans that pushed into his mouth. The inches spread his muzzle apart as his saliva slickened it and he swallowed convulsively at the taste of the precum that flowed into his muzzle. His breath came in short harsh pants while he pulled his hips back and felt the quivering muscles pulling and tugging along his barbs. His brother's body shivered beneath his weight while he spread his broad paws upwards along the sweep of the hips and arched his back so he could tuck his head down lower.

The stallion was tight, tight enough that he was struggling to push through the passage at times. The powerful muscles alternately closed off around him and seemed to pull him inwards when he drove forward. Richter's fingers moved upwards and wrapped through his mane, they convulsed and gripped around him as the lion started to build up speed. His thrusts were hard and firm, barely letting an inch slide free before he buried himself back into the eager passage again. His tip continuously dribbled out hot spills of precum and his shaft pushed and spread it along the passage until it was leaking out from around the thickness of his girth. It coated along his sheath as the white gold pouch pushed up against the passage before being drawn back again.

Through it all he suckled and worked his mouth around the thickened glans. He rubbed his tongue right over the bulbous tip and coaxed another drop of precum out before he was able to push another inch into his eager maw. His jaws had to strain to wrap around the spire, but each time he heard Richter's cries of pleasure it was worth it. His paws moved to press down against the bed to brace himself as he moved his head up and down with his body. Each time he pulled back he nearly let the thickening glans pop free before plunging it back into his slick giving muzzle. The lion squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on nothing but the pleasure of the muscular body beneath him and the walls that pulsed and rippled along his girth. His balls started to tense up as he muffled a deep throated moan as the pressure began to build.

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Richter found it hard to keep his mind on anything but the need that grew in him. The barbs were constantly teasing him and keep him on edge, and the mouth that wrapped around the tip of his cock only added to the pleasure. He let his finger sink into thick spill of the white mane as he arched upwards and curled his legs more firmly around the working hips. He could feel the muscles rippling beneath the soft fur as the speed picked up rapidly. The bed itself started to rock beneath them, and dimly he could hear the sound of the bed post smacking against the wall. He didn't care, all he cared about was the constant drive of the hips that sent the slickened shaft deep inside of him and the tight grip of the maw around his cock tip.

His glans started to flare open wide and he felt grant struggling as the tip swelled open wider and wider while the heavy dark orbs pulled up between his legs. He arched upwards and leaned his head back as far as it would go before a cry burst free from his lips. Grant's lips pulled back from his flared cock tip with a wet noise just as the first thick jet of cum erupted from him. The hot thick ropes splattered out and coated the white gold muzzle as the stallion came. His walls clamped down around the shaft that thickened and felt the barbs digging into his sensitive passage. As he started to milk and pull around the cock he felt Grant's balls pulse and pull up, forcing up the thick potent seed that bubbled towards the tip and spilled out.

The warmth flowed deep inside of the young stallion and he moved his hands down to wrap around his brother. His own pulsing cock tip painted sticky strands of seed between them as the colt's passage milked and pulled around his brother's shaft. He could feel the thick gooey seed oozing out and pushing in deep, driven on by the short little bucks that Grant gave through his pleasure. Their bodies collapsed together, still trembling as Richter's cock gave another pulse and a smear of thicker seed rubbed between them and rubbed through the lion's mane. His brother didn't seem to care, if anything, the lion rubbed his muzzle closer as he licked his lips clean.

"Made.. a mess.." Richter panted shallowly and leaned his dark muzzle down to nuzzle his brother. He lipped one of the rounded ears before hissing softly when the lion's cock gave another weak pulse inside of his overly sensitive passage.

"Least.. mine is all... inside.." Grant replied and looked up to give him a lazy satisfied smile.

"Mmm gotta come out sometime.." The young stallion teased back and let out a deep sigh as he cuddled his brother in as close as he could possibly get him. It had been a good night. Doctor's orders be damned...

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The darkness was absolute in the room, save for a single spill of silvery moonlight that spread over the two bodies still intertwined with one another. The soft sound of breathing, and the occasional creak of one or other of them shifting, was the only disturbance in the silence. It was in the dark and quiet that the pair started to subtly shift. A change that had started with their very conception triggered by young hormones and so much time together, making love, touching each other, licking each other. In the darkness the bed started to bow as muscles thickened and grew, hardened and defined themselves along the sleeping forms. It was only disturbed briefly by a stranger that intruded on their intimate silence.

The door parted and cast a thin band of light from the hall over the sprawled nude forms. Grant's pale form curled up over Richter, passed out with the stallion's leg still curled around him and muzzle glistening with the last bits of cum. The red wolf paused and stared for a long moment at his sons before his brows furrowed. The watcher passed and the door shut almost soundlessly leaving the pair to the darkness and silence, their change and embrace. While down the hall Skarlath padded into the den where his mates relaxed.

"You owe Roan fifty dollars, Artemis," The wolf's voice was slightly amused as the pair turned towards him.