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It wasn't that far to Balio's office. Just two corridors over, and he didn't see anyone on the way there-- thankfully, given the state he was in. Honestly, with the way his day was going, if he had, no matter who, they'd probably have ended up fucking. Somehow.

Balio's office was one of the few rooms that had an actual door, but it was the same shoddy junk all the newer parts of the Coliseum had, and Sunder was fed up and frustrated, so he figured this called for a bit of a dramatic entrance. Without even breaking his stride he slammed his shoulder against the door and broke the entire thing off its hinges. The hinges themselves tore from the frame with a crack, followed by a series of clatters as the various pieces of wood and metal that had been a door and frame crashed to the stone floor.

He stepped inside, past the wreckage, just in time to see Balio leap up from where he'd been siting behind his desk, his expression somewhere between angry and scared.

"What the fuck, bro?!" Balio yelled, his eyes darting back and forth between the shards of the door and Sunder.

"Shut the fuck up," Sunder said, and it was so nice to finally say that to Balio. "I've had enough of your shit." He was pretty glad he hadn't stuttered there, but apparently being angry kept him from being terrified.

Balio scowled and stepped over to him, clearly trying to start something. He was yelling something, but Sunder honestly didn't hear him as he stepped forward to match. He reached out and shoved Balio back, his angry voice cutting out in a incoherent yell.

Before Balio could respond-- or maybe before he realized he wanted to respond-- Sunder spun him around and forced him up against the wall, and Balio just barely managed to look aside in time to keep his horn from breaking against the wall. Sunder pinned his arms behind his back, using both hands to hold his thick wrists.

"I'll fuckin' kill--"

"You fuckin' try anything and I'll smash your fuckin' head against the wall, bro," Sunder said, low and angry right into Balio's ear, and he shut up after that.

"You're such a basket case," Sunder continued in a less violent tone. "I thought you were just clueless, but instead you're fuckin' repressed." He dropped his voice down to a low whisper again. "So how many times have you jerked off thinking about fucking me?" He slid his muzzle across the back of his head, his lips toying with the short hairs. "Or thinking about me fucking you?" he added, ignoring Balio's angry struggles against his hold.

"You fuckin' try it and I'll rip your fuckin' dick off, fuckin' psycho fag," Balio said, before Sunder reached up and grabbed his mane, tight.

"Try that and see what happens," he growled, and slammed his weight against him as punctuation. "Say that again and I'll show you what it's like to have a horse cock up your ass," Sunder added, and after a shudder Balio went still.

"I'm surprised you didn't take me up on that," he added after a second, voice lower and less threatening. "You're such a closet case; you coulda gotten me to fuck you without ever havin' to admit you wanted it." Sunder chuckled, low.

"You're so fuckin' fixated with my sex life, and it's not like there's any real mystery about what you want."

"After all, I was awake when you sucked yourself off staring at my cock," Sunder added, and noted with pleasure the convulsive jerk that ran through Balio's body. "And I was there when you fucked me, bro," he said, and nipped at Balio's ear.

"You gonna fight?" Sunder asked again, his voice low. Balio froze for a long moment, like his entire body had gone tense, but eventually he slowly shook his head. Sunder grinned and dragged his lips back across his thick neck as he released him, until Balio just stood there in place, his body tense and trembling.

"You gotta figure out what you want, bro," Sunder said, staring at the muscled slope of Balio's back. "You're all fuckin' wound up and angry all the time, being all in charge. It just eats you up inside that you want yer little bro to fuck you hard." Balio flinched, and for a second Sunder thought he was about to turn around and yell at him, but he just tensed up further and kept staring down at the flagstones.

"You're so, like, fuckin' see-through. I know what you want," Sunder said. "But don't worry, bro," he said, leaning forward again so that his lips brushed against Balio's skin as he spoke. "I'll make sure you like it when I fuck you."

Sunder stepped back, away from Balio, to the center of the room. "I coulda gotten laid twice now, 'cept you had to barrel in an' fuck shit up," he said, trying to mimic the clipped, angry voice Balio had when he was ordering people around. Hopefully Balio would be willing to overlook the fact that he was gratuitously fucked-over right now. Hell, he was pretty sure he was still dripping come across the floor. "I figure that means you owe me, and I'm gonna take it outta you right now. Come here," he ordered.

There was a tense moment when Balio didn't move and for a fraction of a second Sunder thought he might have an actual fight on his hands, before Balio obeyed him; he turned around and stepped to him, still keeping his head down, his eyes on the floor.

Sunder reached out and traced his fingers across Balio's coat, dark blue and only getting darker as Balio's sweat matted it down. He was heavy-muscled, way more than he was. Maybe it was hard to see at first, since they both had huge, cut muscles, but Balio's were rock hard and practically bulging against his skin. There was no way Sunder could ever think to take him in an actual fight, and he was tired from the day spent fucking. But Balio hadn't really tried to break out of his hold, he'd just struggled enough to make it look like he'd put up a fight.

"Yeah, bro, you know what you want, don't you?" Sunder asked, staring at Balio's face. He was still looking down, like he couldn't bear to face him. "I'm gonna make you suck me off, first," he said, hissing it into his ears. "Then I'm gonna get you on all fours and fuck you til you can't stand."

Balio's cock was hard, bulging out the front of his shorts obscenely, so much so that the waist of it was pulled away from his body. He was hard before, but as he spoke Sunder could see the fabric darken. If he wasn't coated in so many people's come already he probably could have smelled Balio's precome, thick and heavy.

Sunder reached down and opened Balio's shorts up. His cock surged out before Sunder could even get his zipper all the way down. He was fully hard, his entire shaft dark and glossy with precome already, and he'd had it happen enough times to know having your cock hard inside those shorts wasn't very pleasant.

Sunder leaned forward, careful to not even brush his cock, and pressed his muzzle against the side of Balio's head. "I haven't touched your cock," he said, "You're hard and dripping, bro. Do I turn you on? Are you gettin' off on your little brother telling you how he's gonna fuck you?"

Balio shuddered again and a thick slug of precome leaked from his cockhead, pulling out into a string until it snapped and dropped to the floor. "B-bro, I-- I ain't..." Balio started, stammering.

Sunder closed the gap between them, his half-hard cock pressing against Balio. "Shh," he said. "Doesn't matter."

Balio whimpered, a high desperate sound as his cock drooled precome, smearing wetly across their coats.

Sunder slid his hands across Balio's chest, rubbing his rough palms against his nipples and reached further down across his hairy stomach til he could curl his hands around Balio's cock, one around the base and reaching further down with the other to cup his heavy dangling balls.

"Got anything you want to tell me, bro?" Sunder asked, and Balio shuddered again, flushed, seemingly incapable of making any sounds other than choking, broken moans as he started slowly stroking his cock. Balio's little twitches and spasms were rubbing their bodies together; transferring some of the thick come that covered every inch of Sunder's coat across to Balio. Sunder smiled, affectionate.

"Yeah, yer really desperate for it, huh? You get off on yer little bro taking charge, yeah?" He reached up and flicked one of Balio's nipples, stiff and peaked.

"Yer fucked up, y'know," Sunder continued, conversationally. "When a fuckin' normal person wants to fuck they ask, they don't go through all yer fuckin' fucked-up tantrums." He ground his cock against Balio's and smiled as he felt the thick clotted loads across his body smear onto Balio's coat. "So I'll be the nice brother and give you what you want."

He was only half-hard and he felt drained dry already, but if he had one load left he knew what he was going to do with it. He wrapped both his hands around their cocks and stroked them slowly as Balio just whimpered and nickered, leaning back to clutch his hands against the edge of his desk as he ground his dick against Sunder's.

He stroked them both, his own cock slowly stiffening under his touch. He was fully erect soon, even if it wasn't all flared and jutting like Balio's. He was just plain worn out from having sex all day; even seeing Balio like this was barely enough to provoke a physical response no matter how turned on he was. He pressed their cocks together again and closed his fist around the tips, forcing the fat heads to squish together. Balio's feet fell out from under him as he went limp against the desk, a rough cry erupting from his lips.

He was leaking precome like a faucet. Sunder was too, but it was obvious he was empty-- his pre was thin and clear, watery and hardly slick as it dripped across their cocks, but Balio's was a thick gel, slippery and gloppy as it oozed out in long strands from his broad piss-slit. Combined, the stuff was a ropy mess. It smeared all across the length of their dicks, dripping in globs from their balls as they bucked against each other, their cocks thumping against each other's chests.

Balio was still acting like he'd had his hands chained; he was clutching the desk like his life depended on it as Sunder stroked their cocks. He was still looking down, too, like he couldn't meet Sunder's eyes. Except now he was staring at their cocks, pressed together, his own absolutely pissing out precome. The stuff came out in constant stream as Balio shuddered and moaned, his cock actually jerking in Sunder's hand as it spasmed continually. The sloppy mess was absolutely slathered across his hands in thick waves and dripped in messy strings from his wrist. Balio's chest was rapidly becoming just as messy, dark with sweat and matted with splatters of their precome; his fur was a glossy blue so dark it looked purplish.

Sunder already felt like he'd had buckets of come upended over him, but thick lines of their precome now webbed between his stomach and their cocks, hanging heavy as they snapped and reformed with each pass of Sunder's hand across their dueling lengths, his stomach heaving out to brush against his cock as he panted.

Sunder leaned a little closer, firmly sandwiching their cocks between the hard planes of their chests. With each stroke he rode up their hair, all of it becoming absolutely saturated with their slick effluent until it was like a tight, slick passage between them. Both their legs were quaking and their cocks slid against one another, fucking against each other and dragging through the heavy, matted fur on their stomach and chests.

Balio arched back, his shoulders and head flat against the wall as he ground his hips against Sunder's, pushing the base of their cocks together in a sopping mess. He was perpetually groaning now, between making shuddering, breathy gasps. Sunder slid his hand down their cocks and squeezed at the base, both of their cocks flaring out rigid as he clamped down. Balio let out a long, low moan, his breath hitching as Sunder pumped their cocks together tightly. His cock surged, his piss-slit flaring open wide as he shot out a messy burst of gelled precome, the stuff thick and ripe as it shot between their chests, some shooting up against the underside of their muzzles and working its way into their coat. Little strings of the stuff clung from Balio's stiff nipples.

Sunder kept pumping their cocks as Balio seized and shot out, his cock pumping out precome like Sunder had came earlier on. The stuff collected in heavy droplets and swung out in strings until they snapped, further coating the floor beneath them in their fluids. Sunder had some worry of slipping in a puddle of the stuff, and the smell was so potent he could taste it in the back of his mouth, rough bitter musk of horse he was so familiar with. Balio's smell had an undertone, something rank and ripe that sent little jolts through his guts, straight to his cock.

He knew if he kept on, Balio would really come, and he didn't want that to happen yet. "Bro," he growled out, voice low and rough. "Get on yer knees." Balio just sunk down slowly, until he was on his knees, his nose just a fraction of an inch away from Sunder's shaft.

"I know you got some practice with sucking yerself off," Sunder said as he grabbed the base of his cock and angled it forward, pressing the smeared length of it against Balio's head and muzzle. "Why don't you suck on this for a bit?"

Balio drew back slowly and Sunder cock dragged against the side of his face; for once Sunder could see Balio's eyes, and they were focused fully on his cock, fully erect and leaving goopy smears on his coat. Finally he pulled back enough so that the flat, blunt head of his dick bobbed right in front of his mouth. Sunder was leaking precome, but slowly, in tiny little dribbles. He felt just about empty after coming so many times, but it would have to be enough for Balio.

Balio opened up and slowly leaned forward, his cockhead smearing across his nose and lips before finally popping into his mouth, and Sunder snorted and whinnied as Balio started lightly sucking, running his tongue along his shaft and collecting the messy lather of come across his length.

Balio's own cock was still practically fountaining, burbling out precome in a constant flow, and as Sunder grabbed Balio's horn and forced him to take in more Balio reached out and started to stroke his cock. Sunder smacked him on the side of the head with his free hand, keeping his dick lodged deep in his mouth. There was a flash of something like anger briefly across Balio's face, and his lips tensed around his cock.

"Don't fuckin' touch yourself," Sunder said, and smacked him again. "I'm gonna make you come, and you sure ain't gonna do it yourself."

Balio swallowed audibly, his lips still spread wide around Sunder's shaft, and slowly drew his hand back from his cock.

"Good, bro," Sunder said, and pulled him forward onto his cock, enjoying the brief spasms of his throat around his cockhead. "Don't make me tell you again."

Balio's nostrils flared out as he tried to breathe around the obstruction of Sunder's dick, and he let him gasp and choke for a moment before letting him pull back, pull off his cock with a wet rattling gasp.

"I thought you could take more of that, bro." Sunder arched his hips up and let his cock swing down, slapping across Balio's face. "I saw you take in half your cock, and you were so fuckin' desperate for it you probably could have taken it all." He drew back, letting his cock swing down to bob in front of Balio's face, the blunt head dripping watery precome all across his lips. "Try again."

Balio looked up at him for a brief second before turning away again, a faint blush rising across his cheeks. It was honestly the first time Sunder'd ever seen him blush. "Do it," he said, this time less of a command and more of a plead.

Balio rocked forwards and took him in again, lapping and sucking at the tip until it sunk too deep. He lashed his tongue across the underside of his cock, taking it deeper in jolts, his nose flaring as he took deep breaths between. He took in a surprisingly large amount of it, before finally pulling back with a watery breath, until only the first foot or so was in his muzzle.

"That wasn't all of it," Sunder said, looking down at him. "I'm sure I can make it fit, though," he said, trying to smirk and project Balio's awful self-important jackass persona.

Balio stayed on his knees, his lips wrapped around his cock. Sunder hemmed and hawed, grasping uncertainly at the base of Balio's horn.

"Uh, bro," he said, finally, in his usual voice. "Y-you want me to make you take it all, right?"

Sunder looked down at him, and Balio just looked unwaveringly at Sunder's cock for a long moment, until he made the slightest motion with his head that could have been a shallow nod.

"Good," Sunder said, his voice sliding back down the register as he talked. "Didn't want to wear out my own private slut too soon."

He jerked up on Balio's horn and pulled him close, forcing his cock back into his mouth, unable to contain a low neigh as his flat cockhead bumped against the back of Balio's mouth. He shot out a little spurt of precome, and Balio coughed and sputtered as it slowly dripped down his throat, unable to swallow properly with Sunder's cock in his mouth.

"If that gives you trouble, you're gonna have a hell of a lot more when I shove my cock down your throat," Sunder growled, and with a single jerk yanked Balio forward until his lips pressed around the base of his cock, his cockhead nestled deep in his throat. Balio's eyes went wide and his throat convulsed, rippling around Sunder's dick, and he held him there for a half-second before pushing him all the way off. Ribbonlike strands of thick phlegm connected Balio's lips to Sunder's erect length.

Balio coughed and choked, gagging and gasping for breath, coughing convulsively with shaky breaths between. He spit out Sunder's precome in thick gobs, and through it all the thick webbing between his lips and Sunder's cock trembled but didn't break.

"Try it again," Sunder said, yanking his head back up, and Balio opened his mouth wide even as his eyes teared up. He pulled him down his cock again with a wet, sick sound, and held him there for longer, until Balio started thrashing for breath. He coughed and gagged as he pulled back, spit and precome erupting from his mouth in a messy gush, more dripping out through his nose as he coughed and hacked, eyes tearing up.

"I guess that's enough for now," Sunder said, idly stroking his cock as it spurted precome onto Balio's downturned head, ruining his mohawk and dripping down the sides of his face. "Wouldn't wanna come in your mouth, after all. I got something else planned."

He let Balio sit there until he caught his breath, until he was breathing fast but his flanks weren't trembling like he'd just run a race.

"Bro," Sunder said, "I'm gonna fuck you." He watched Balio just shudder as he heard it, but his cock, like always, was rock hard and dripping, glossy and dark. He definitely tensed up, though, and Sunder smirked down at him. "You ever been fucked before?" Balio hesitated a second, then shook his head, looking down.

"Yer lucky I'm here for you, yeah? I'll open you up nice." Sunder pulled Balio up and with the same motion reached down, under Balio's balls, between his slick thighs to the tight pucker of his ass, coated like the rest of their bodies with slick, goopy precome. "I'm gonna break you open, bro," he said, and Balio shuddered and gasped, making almost sub-vocal grunts. Sunder pressed his slick fingers against Balio's muscled ass, pushing against his virgin hole. "Lie back on the desk," he said.

Balio looked at the desk, all the junk formerly scattered on top already shoved to the floor. Sunder didn't see even a flicker of hesitation; Balio stepped over to the desk, his cock bouncing up and down, slapping against his stomach and chest and splattering silvery threads of precome across his already soaked and matted hair.

Sunder followed directly behind him, his hands trailing through Balio's sweaty, slick coat, his cock pressed heavy and hard against his back. Balio's hip met the desk and he just rolled back onto it and raised his legs up. His cock slapped down against his chest and splattered precome far enough to rope around the chair behind the desk.

Sunder bent down over Balio, their cocks pulsing hot and slippery against his chest. "Roll over," he said, and Balio flushed and rolled on his side. His cock swung out in slow, heavy arc as he turned, and Balio grabbed near the tip and held it close to his body as he turned onto his stomach. Except, he was so thick and long he couldn't lie flat, so he had to keep his hooves on the floor, his legs taut and trembling, with his upper body bent over the desk. His cock hung down in the space between his chest and the dark, finished surface of the desk, the head just barely pushing against the desk, squirting precome all over its top. His balls hung down below his muscled ass, their immense size covering his sheath and the base of his cock, between his thighs.

"Spread yer legs," Sunder hissed again as he used his left hand to nudge at his inner thigh. Balio's hooves clattered against the floor as he awkwardly spread his legs, trembling with tension. He shifted his weight to one side so he could move his other leg, then repeated the motion, making a startled shudder as Sunder's thick shaft wedged between his spread cheeks.

"Yeah, that's good..." Sunder murmured, making little thrusts with his hips, sliding the tip of his cock along Balio's ass, his balls slapping against the edge of the desk. Balio's tail was plastered to his right leg, tangled and coated dark with precome. Sunder was pissing out precome too, watery stuff that slid across Balio's back and dribbled across his sides, down onto the desk below where Balio's little writhing movements smeared it across the surface and into his coat.

"I'm gonna shove this whole thing into yer ass, yeah?" Sunder practically panted out, thrusting his cock up through Balio's muscled asscheeks, spread wide. "But," he panted, "But first I gotta open you up."

The thick pool of precome on the desk had already reached its sides, and it was starting to drip down the sides. Sunder swiped his fingers through the thickest parts of it, where it was all piled up under Balio's cock, until his fingers were dripping with it. "Better get ready, bro." he said, before running his fingers around the tight pucker of Balio's ass.

He pushed in slowly, but he could feel Balio clamp down around his finger even as his cock spewed out even more precome onto the desk. "C'mon, open yerself up, let me in," Sunder said as he pushed his finger deeper. He could feel every little slick movement of Balio's asshole around his finger as he pushed it in past the joint, all the way down to the knuckle.

"That's one finger," he said, and Balio shuddered.

He wiggled his finger around inside Balio's ass, hot and muscular, rippling with each clenching spasm that pulled through his body. He pulled out enough to press another blunt fingertip at his ass, still dripping precome, and then he pushed back in, sinking both fingers down to the knuckle.

"You got a tight ass." Although his asshole was more muscular than he'd thought. Balio didn't know it, but he could probably open himself up wide if he just knew how. Apparently the same exercises that gave him his huge muscled asscheeks worked out his asshole itself, a little. Yeah, he'd definitely be sure to open it up.

"I'm gonna break you open, bro," he murmured, just to see Balio shudder and moan. "You like that, huh?" he said as he worked his fingers back and forth inside his ass, slipping them out briefly to swipe his fingers through the mess on the desk and then press three fingers against Balio's puckered hole, smeared and shiny with precome. This was definitely a tighter fit, and Balio actually groaned loudly and thrust back, solidly smacking his ass against his hand as he forced all his fingers in down to the knuckle.

"Hasty, yeah? Don't worry bro, I'll make sure you take it all." Sunder slowly pulled his fingers out, watching as Balio's ass flexed open like he was begging to have something inside him. "An' I'll make sure to draw it out," he said as he ran his slick fingers around the rim of his ass, dipping inside briefly.

"I wonder how much you can take..." Sunder pushed four fingers against his asshole, dimpling it inwards as Balio tried to open himself up enough. "Gonna need something more than yr cum." Sunder pulled back and kissed his asscheek, wet and salty with precome already. "Hold on."

He was so thankful he'd thought to bring the bottle of lube with him. He oughtta thank Fahl later; between this and Garr it had probably helped him out a lot. The big bottle was still half-full, which ought to be more than he'd need. He'd put it down near the door, so really it would have only taken a brief moment to lean over and swipe it, but he took his time, watching Balio tremble on top of the desk, his eyes tightly shut as he waited for Sunder to come back.

Sunder leaned over Balio, his cock sliding back and forth across his ass, and whispered in his ear. "Yer good at this. Obedient." He slid his fingers back into his ass and worked them back and forth as he spoke. "I bet you tried this a lot, sitting here alone. Fucking yerself with your fingers, always hopin' I was here to do it to you."

"Well, yer in luck, 'cause I'm gonna show you how it's done. You like that, bro?" Sunder asked, and Balio just moaned in response, his breath coming in fast, deep breaths. "Yeah, you want it bad, don't you?"

The lube poured slowly out of the bottle, and he took his time, slicking up all his fingers and letting it run down to coat the rest of his hand. He clenched all his fingers together, a tight square of fingertips that spread out to the full width of the crest of his knuckles. They pushed in easily and Balio shook underneath, his breath quaking.

He pushed back and forth, curling his fingers up a little, and kept pressing deeper, spreading Balio's asshole wide and then twisting his hand around to flex his asshole around. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but it was still a surprise when he pushed in and Balio spasmed, his asshole practically grabbing at his hand as it distended with a wet slurp and took in his fingers to the knuckle and then some; the entire wide crest of his hand pushed into his ass.

Balio yelled something inarticulate, just a loud long moan. His cock thumped solidly against the desk surface as he shot off, and Sunder honestly couldn't tell if he'd just come or not. His precome was coming out thick and goopy to begin with, a translucent white, and he shot out huge stringy blasts all across his chest, his cock pumping wildly. But he didn't ever stop; after the messy blasts died down he was still rock hard and spurting precome just as much as always, even as his come piled up across the desk and dripped in huge fat strings down the sides.

"Holy fuck," Sunder said, forgetting his 'angry loud Balio' persona for a second as he watched the last fat drops pour out of his cock. Balio was moaning constantly, little wet pops and sighs between breaths.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked, his voice cutting harder again as he got back in his groove. What was it Balio had said to him? "You're desperate for a real man's cock, aren't you? Just begging to have me plow your slutty cunt," he said, and thankfully Balio was too busy moaning and coming to notice the blush that rose up on his cheeks.

"But you're a tight little slut, aren't you?" he said as he shoved his hand in deeper, until his thumb was flush with the stretched rim of his asshole. "I'm gonna have to break you open."

The thought had only just occurred to him before his body followed through the motions, his hand pulling out of Balio's ass with a wet slurp as he reached down for the lube, set on the edge of the desk. Balio's asshole spread open, twitching and clenching like it was practically pouting. He grabbed the bottle and brought it up, pushing the rim of it into Balio's ass before his asshole winked shut.

"Careful," he said, as he shoved the bottle into him, until the neck was entirely inside and the wider body stopped him from pushing it further in, "better keep yourself open, you don't wanna break the bottle, do you?" Which was a total lie; he'd seen people slam Fahl's beer bottles against each other's skulls during barfights without even cracking the glass, but he figured Balio would get a kick out of something like that, and from Balio's stuttered moan he was right. His body tensed up, of course, and his asshole spasmed against the bottle neck like Balio had no clue how to control his ass.

The lube poured into him with agonizing slowness, glugging in slow motion as the thick liquid all ran into him. It was overkill, of course, but it was perversely hot to see Balio bent over a desk with a bottle in his ass, moaning and taking it. Sunder twisted the bottle back and forth as it emptied, idly wondering if he could fit the entire bottle into him. Probably. "Maybe I should shove the whole thing up your ass," he said, just to see Balio shudder again. "I bet you'd like that, huh. You'd take anything you can get to fill you up." He leaned close, hissing into Balio's ear again. "But don't worry, I got something bigger than that bottle in mind."

When he pulled back the bottle was almost empty, and he seriously didn't have the patience to wait any longer. He twisted the bottle a final time, pushing it until Balio's asshole started stretching out against the body of it, then pulled it out. There was a loud, messy slurp as it emerged, and fat ropes of the lube pulled out along with it, breaking almost instantly and dripping down Balio's asscrack. More drooled out of his asshole, puckering wildly, and Sunder swiped his hand up, across his dangling balls and the root of his cock, and shoved his entire fist into his ass with a wet slurp.

"You gotta learn how to close your ass up, bro," he said as he punched his fist in and out of him, wet splatters of lube attempting to pour out with each withdrawal only to be forced back in when he punched back inside. "When I come in you, you better not let a drop out."

He pulled his fist out with a loud slurp, and Balio's asshole winked open and shut, like he was still getting used to flexing his ass like that. Lube drooled out of his asshole, down the crack of his spread ass, and Sunder trailed his fingers up through the slick mess and pushed it back inside, finger-fucking Balio for a while.

Sunder pulled his fingers back slowly and Balio actually pushed back against his hand, driving his fingers back into his ass. Sunder smirked. "You really want it, don't you? Yer begging for my horsecock up your slutty little ass, huh." Sunder pulled his fingers out and leaned forward, letting his cock slap down against Balio's ass.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you soon." He drew back, aiming his cock at Balio's asshole, still leaking lube. "Here it comes, bro," he said, groaning a little as his cockhead finally pressed against Balio's asshole. "Just open yerself up for it, c'mon," he said, murmuring lowly as he put a little pressure on. Balio's asshole flexed spasmodically, but after a moment he spread himself wide and Sunder's cockhead pushed inside him with a loud slurp. Balio's asshole clamped down on his shaft, and he tensed up, lines of muscles standing out across the curve of his back.

"Yeah, how'ja like that, bro?" Sunder said, his voice wavering slightly. "That's what a cock in yer ass feels like." He leaned down, pressing his chest against Balio's back until they were sandwiched together. "Don't worry," he said into Balio's ear, the puffs of his breath making it twitch, "I'll go easy on you, at first."

Sunder pulled back and fucked Balio slowly with the first few inches of his cock, staring down at his widely-spread asscheeks, and at the pink ring of his asshole, clenched around his shaft. He pulled out almost entirely and then drove a little more in, and Balio's entire body rocked with the force of it. The thick, wet pool of Balio's precome was slopping down the front of the desk in long strings, and now that he was inside him, Sunder could feel every jerking spasm of his cock, could practically feel it pour out of Balio as his muscles rippled. He grabbed Balio's muscled ass, his flesh huge and heated in his hands, and thrust in a little deeper.

Balio panted, whimpering, and with a surreal thrill of glee Sunder heard Balio stutter, stumbling on his words. "Fu-fu-fuck me!," he groaned, practically spitting the words out. "Shove it all in!"

Sunder looked at Balio's face, still turned away from him. He could see his blush though, against his muzzle and the side of his cheeks. His cock was wedged into his ass, only a few inches in, and he was pretty sure Balio didn't really know what he was asking for, if he'd never been fucked before.

He thrust forward anyway, shoving more of his cock into Balio's willing ass, then drew back and thrust in again, plunging almost halfway in. Balio bucked and groaned, his cock spurting out thick wads of precome that splattered against the desktop with an audible gush. Sunder pushed in again, slower, grinding forward as he worked his cock deeper, until most of it was inside. Balio's entire body was shuddering, quaking, as he tried to spread his legs wider.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, bro," Sunder said, and pulled back before thrusting inside again, starting to work up a rhythm as he pulled back and thrust forward, plowing Balio's ass with a series of slurps as lube slid out along his shaft. Sunder grabbed at Balio's balls with one hand, tugging at his loose ballsack and rubbing his fingers back and forth against the root of his cock, hard and bulging out between his legs, past his balls, rubbing along the stiff length of it as he plowed his cock into Balio's ass, back and forth.

Maybe it was a good thing he was so tired out; if he hadn't been drained dry he would've came already. Just the smell of it, now overpowering the drying clots of come across his body, would have been enough. He liked the way he smelled, sweaty and lathered up, and Balio smelled the same way. Hell, his precome smelled the same, but it smelled better now, that it wasn't his. Not even to fuckin' mention how Balio was spread out on top of his desk, begging and moaning for his cock. Even tired out he could feel his cock tighten up, but he slowed down and let it ebb back, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could. He was Balio's first time, after all, and he oughtta make it a good one.

His steps were a little faltering, his body still a little tired even though Garr's spell woke him up, and it was honestly almost accidental when he arched forward into a thrust and slipped. He heaved his body weight forward to avoid awkwardly tipping over, and hell if that wouldn't be a way to go, and instead he slammed his entire cock into Balio, who yelped like a little schoolgirl as the entire thing plowed into his ass, Sunder's sheath flush between his asscheeks.

Balio came in a flood, wet smacks sounding through the room as he unloaded, his come smacking against his chest and the surface of the desk and spraying out in all other directions, thick ropy come smearing through the flowing pool of precome across the desk surface and just adding further to the puddles on the floor. His asshole clenched down around Sunder's cock, tight enough it felt like he was trapped with his dick flush up his ass, barely even capable of tugging his shaft back and forth against the tight ring of muscle.

Balio snorted and bellowed as he came, fucking his cock back and forth along the desk as his come sprayed out, and jerking Sunder's entire body with him. His arms tensed, hands clenching against the edge of the desk, as he struggled to push his torso up off the desk. He next shots lanced out past him, slapping against the chair behind the desk with enough force to rattle it backwards, and the next volly hit the its top, and it toppled over backwards with a crash.

Balio arched back, slamming his ass down on Sunder's cock, and that was it. It wasn't so much the feeling of his ass squeezing down on his cock as it was the look of him, his mane already matted with Sunder's precome, the entire front of his body dripping with come, enough that it was spilling off the front of the desk in the sheet, drooling down Balio's legs as he bucked and groaned, his arms spread across the desk, gripping it tightly as ropes of come slapped against his forearms, covering his coat until it hung down lank, clotted together. Balio was just so into it, and that was what made Sunder shudder and come again, squeezing his eyes shut as he shot his load up Balio's ass, flooding him with what had to be his last load of the day.

It hurt. His balls ached with each shot, and his shaft was spongy and aching even before he came. But he came a lot, more than he would have thought, enough that his orgasm dragged out past Balio's. He was still unloading watery bursts of come even after Balio had sagged down, exhausted, and sprawled out across the desk, practically immersing himself in the pool of his come he'd left covering the desk top. Sunder grasped Balio's hips, tight, and rocked back and forth, his come just sluicing out of Balio's ass along his shaft with wet, slurping glops, dripping down onto the floor until finally Sunder staggered back, light-headed, and his cock popped out of his asshole just in time for the final sluggish spurts to splatter to the ground between them.

Sunder stood there, staring at Balio's back for a long moment, his head fuzzy. His cock had gone soft while he was coming, even, and it was still thick and heavy, turgid, but not hard at all, hanging between his thighs. Balio's ass was spread wide, his come dripping out, and Balio's load was still dripping slowly off the sides of the desk.

"Ugh," he finally managed to say. "Hey," he said, and stepped backwards again, unable to wrench his gaze from Balio. "I dunno about you, but I'm tired," he said, audibly slurring. Maybe Garr's spell only worked until the next time he came, he thought, and then thought no, that's stupid, and then he realized he'd been standing there gaping at Balio's wide-open ass and the muscled curve of his back for at least a minute. "Hey, c'mon up," he said, and stepped forward to tug at Balio's shoulder.

Balio stood slowly, moving like his legs were stiff, and somehow without Balio ever managing to look at him, Sunder guided them both with stuttering steps over to the couch Balio had along another wall. It was neat and kind of fancy, and they were about to completely ruin it, but that was okay, Sunder thought dimly as he sprawled out on it, followed by Balio, so that he was sandwiched between the back of it and Balio's heavy body in front.

"Let's just... take a nap, okay?" Sunder said, pressing his mouth against Balio's neck, his hands wrapping around his waist. Balio just grunted in response, and Sunder vaguely wondered if Balio was going to have a huge loud freakout about this later. What the fuck ever, he thought dimly, fuck him, not much he can repress after this.

Sunder didn't quite fall asleep, vaguely dozing on the surface of consciousness. He was always aware on some level of the soggy, lukewarm couch, of heavy warm weight of Balio all across his front, of his hands spread across his stomach, his shaggy coat sopping wet with come. Balio was hard again, unsurprisingly, and Sunder stroked him off slowly as he dozed, one hand sliding up and down the length of his cock, bizarrely like masturbation. Balio moaned, quietly enough that Sunder wouldn't have heard it if his muzzle hadn't been pressed against the side of Balio's face.

Sunder kept his eyes closed and kept stroking, dimly pleased by the wet slurp of precome across his fingers, as Balio moaned and twitched, his body slowly tensing like a spring being wound, even as Sunder kept stroking him slowly with one hand, his other rubbing in equal time against his stomach, running his fingers through the mess of come he'd shot all over himself.

It was weirdly dreamlike, too, when Balio actually came. Sunder could feel it coming, he'd been feeling it coming for a long time, able to read every little hitch of tension in Balio's body, with them sprawled out together. Balio finally shuddered and lurched, grinding his ass back against Sunder's sheath as his cock shot off, hosing down the rest of the couch and probably hitting the wall; Sunder kept his eyes closed.

All he knew was it was warm, thick, wet, and coated the cushions below them. It was hot and sticky as it covered up the mess they were coated in with more mess. Balio came quietly, huffing and panting, and it would have been enough to get him hard if he wasn't entirely incapable of it at this point. Eventually Balio's cock stopped lurching in his hand, and he let out a long sigh, like a held-in breath, and his body finally went limp against Sunder's.

"Go to sleep," Sunder murmured again, and this time he wasn't even awake enough to know if Balio listened. He was asleep practically before he finished talking, his hand still wrapped around Balio's cock, his body nestled tightly against his brother's.

Sunder already knew it, but it was awful all over again when he woke up and remembered just how gross it was to fall asleep in a pile of your own come. They were both mostly still tacky and sticky, but there was a dry itch between his shoulders he just couldn't scratch. He wiggled his shoulders, trying to rub it against the back of the couch without untangling himself from Balio, since they were literally stuck together in at least a few places, but he couldn't manage it. A few seconds later, also, he felt Balio wake up, a deep breath followed by a snort, as he presumably realized he'd shot all across his nose as he came.

Balio tensed up and Sunder could just imagine the thoughts running through his head, not the least of which was probably something like "my kid bro's cock is rubbing against my back, and his hand is stuck to my cock," and that was probably followed by threats of violence. Whatever. One of them had to be the mature, reasonable one here, and apparently that was him.

"Hey," he said, his breath puffing against the side of Balio's face. "Sleep well?"

Balio growled and the heavy muscles in his shoulders tensed.

"Look, I ain't interested in you having some big damn freakout about this, bro," Sunder said with a scowl. "You always freak the fuck out when you can't get yer way, or whatever, an' I'm sick and tired of having to deal with you being an asshole afterward."

Balio moved his arms, almost elbowing Sunder in the face somehow, and his hands settled around Sunder's wrists, gripping them loosely. But then he paused and seemed to sag down, not so much relaxing as going limp. "...Okay," he said, hollowly.

"Ugh, and don't be so fuckin' gloomy about it all. Look, bro, we fucked. You liked it. You liked it a lot," Sunder said, pushing now that it looked like Balio wasn't gonna leap up and try to pound him. "Fuck, you got off hard on it. And it was hot," he added, practically just breathing the words out as he looked down, staring at Balio's cock, soft but still outside his sheath, his own hand glued to the shaft.

"Yer so fuckin' stuck-up and angry all the time, bro," Sunder mumbled out, as he trailed his free hand up across Balio's stomach to his chest. Balio's hand, still wrapped around his wrist, followed. "But you sure get off on gettin' treated like a whore, huh?" Balio tensed at that, and Sunder chuckled. "Nah, it's hot. Like, you're all bossy and shit all the time, but fuck, maybe you want your little bro bossing you around, instead." He grinned and slid his muzzle up from Balio's shoulder to nestle against his neck.

"'Cuz you loved it, on yer knees with my cock in yer mouth, yeah?" Balio let out a quiet exhale, and Sunder slid his fingers down, trailing his hand across Balio's stomach to his half-hard cock. It wasn't hard to tell he was getting hard again, already. "You were coming all over yerself, yeah... you fuckin' love it, don't you?" He wrapped his hand around Balio's cock and began stroking slowly, squeezing with his other hand but not making any attempt to move it. "I'd fuck you again, but fuck, I got laid so many times today..." He grinned again, pressing his muzzle closer to Balio. "I guess I got you to thank for that, yeah?"

Sunder carefully squeezed his glued, plastered hand. Fuck, it really was glued down; he could feel the wet squelch of come still liquid under his palm, but his hand was coated white, outlined with a thick crust of dried come. He pulled his thumb away, slowly, and Balio hissed as the crust finally broke and he could pull his hand away slowly. But then he slid his other hand down, gently smearing his liquid come around until the jagged crusts had worked loose and he could pump Balio's cock again, or what was out of his sheath already at least.

He slid his free hand across Balio's hip to his muscled ass, almost flush with Sunder's sheath. He slid his fingers between their bodies, until his hand was curled around one of Balio's muscled asscheeks, his fingers pressing against Balio's asshole. He pressed lightly, two fingers sinking easily into Balio's ass and coming out slick with his load.

"Yeah, I guess I broke you open, bro," Sunder said, voice soft as he pushed his fingers into Balio's ass again, starting a rhythm. Balio huffed; spread his legs and turned his ass, giving Sunder better access. Sunder worked his fingers deeper, sliding in a third finger. He looked down across Balio's body, whose chest was heaving as he started breathing faster. His cock was lengthening against his stomach as Sunder's stroking became ragged, uneven. "Yer still worked up, aren't ya?" he said, "shouldn't be surprised, I guess." He pressed his fingers deeper and Balio groaned, his cock splashing a shot of precome against his stomach.

Sunder grinned against Balio's neck, his fingers still probing his ass. "Go kneel in front of yer desk, bro." Balio stilled for a moment, looking over his shoulder to lock eyes with Sunder, his hand warm and still on Balio's cock, his thumb rubbing across Balio's ass. "C'mon, go."

Balio obligingly rose off the couch, Sunder's fingers coming out from his ass with a slick wet sound, and took the few steps to his desk with his hard cock bobbing in front of him, slapping against his stomach when he sunk down to his knees. Sunder followed a half second later, kneeling down behind Balio. He looked down at his hand, his fingers covered in his own come. He pressed a finger into Balio's ass, effortlessly sinking it down to the knuckle, then pulled it out and tried again with two, Balio's ass still loose around his fingers.

"I'd fuck you again, bro," Sunder said, talking as he sunk three fingers into Balio's ass, his ass drawing out with a little tension. "But fuck, after today..." He snorted, "they say everyone's got their limits, you know?" When actually, now that Balio was kneeling in front of him, legs spread wide, his asshole slowly leaking come, Sunder felt his cock stir, but he still doubted he could get it up enough to fuck. "But I figure since you still wanna get fucked I should do somethin' about it." He pulled his fingers out from Balio's ass, a small drop of come escaping with them before his asshole pulled closed again. "You prob'ly wanna lean forward," Sunder said, "maybe rest against the desk, yeah?"

Balio sat forward on his knees and folded his arms up on the surface of the desk, then rested his head against them, his shoulders pulled up against the very lip of the desk. Sunder stared down, just taking in the sight of Balio kneeling for him, the massive muscles in his arms contracted in a smooth block, his solid shoulders pulled up to reveal a dark blue thatch of underarm hair. He spread his legs, feet upturned to reveal the soft, pale flesh inside his hooves, his massive dark hooves themselves spread wide, the underside thick and rounded. He was almost shuddering, his fur damp with sweat. Fuck, Sunder never thought he had a thing for pit hair, or hooves, or sweat, or anything, but everything about Balio made him want to do filthy things to every part of him.

"I'm gonna fuckin' pound you," Sunder said, voice low and rough. He leaned down and pressed his fingers back into Balio's ass as a tight square, his hole tight and slick around them. He sunk them deeper, until the crest of his hand pressed against Balio's asshole. Sunder pressed forward harder, slid his fingers back and forth inside Balio's ass, working it open until his hand sunk in, to Balio's surprised cry. "Yeah, bro," Sunder said, "make some fuckin' noise when I fuck you."

He pushed deeper, easy now that Balio's asshole was clenched around his hand, til his thumb was flush against Balio's ass. He wiggled his fingers around inside Balio, then pulled his hand out, grinning as a heavy strand of come webbed between his fingers and Balio's ass. He made a fist with a wet squelch and pressed his knuckles to the rim of Balio's asshole, then pressed his hand in slowly to watch as Balio's ass spread out around it.

Balio made an inarticulate cry, tremors running through his legs as he arched up, leaning more heavily against the desk. "F-fuck, bro," he managed, between two shuddering moans. Sunder pressed down, sinking his fist into Balio's tight ass. He forced his hand deeper, pushing it down to the wrist, then pulled back to watch Balio's asshole dialate around his hand. "C'mon, yeah, fuckin' shove it in!" Balio said, grunting as Sunder obliged and pushed his hand in violently, sinking it in until the muscles of his forearm spread Balio's asshole obscenely. Balio panted, gasping as Sunder twisted his arm around, sliding it back and forth. He pulled out abruptly, his arm coming back wet and slick, then pressed back, almost punching his hand in, each time trying to work his arm just a fraction deeper.

Sunder sunk deep, Balio's ass stretched out obscenely around his forearm, and twisted his arm around, wrenching out another harsh cry from Balio. He slid his other hand from its position grasping Balio's hips and stroked his fingers around Balio's asshole, through the wet mass of come and lube leaking out Balio's ass. He pressed lightly against the seal his forearm made with Balio's ass, then wriggled his fingers against his asshole, working his fingertips inside. "Fuck," Balio grunted out, breathless, "I-i don't think I can--"

"Shut up," Sunder said, cutting Balio off, "Too bad." He worked his fingers around as he slowly sunk his other hand into Balio's ass, his fingers clasped around his tense forearm. "You wanna be a whore for your little bro, yeah?" he said as he pushed deeper again, Balio's ass accepting more, his asshole distending messily around Sunder's arms, his come dripping out as Sunder pulled his asshole out wide. "If I wanna stick both my arms up to the fuckin' shoulder into your slutty ass, it don't matter what you want."

Sunder grinned as he looked over Balio's tense form: his head flat against the top of his desk, mouth open, panting; his massive thighs trembling at Sunder's slightest movement; his arms folded in front of him, pillowing his head; his cock hard and pinned against the front of the desk, a thread of precome drawing itself out, ready to snap and drop to the ground.

"But we both know you can take it, yeah? You want it. Fuck, soon you'll be fuckin' yourself on my hands, beggin' me more." Balio shuddered, his wrecked asshole spasming around Sunder's arms as he pushed further. Sunder's clenched fist pushed up against the slick entrance to Balio's guts, deep in his ass. "I wanna see it when you come, not even touchin' yer cock."

Balio whimpered, panting, as Sunder struggled to force his hands deeper. Inside, Balio was wet and hot, slick from the load Sunder had blown up him earlier, not to mention all the lube he'd poured into him. After the initial tightness of his asshole, he was wide open, but as he pushed deeper his fingertips made contact with some internal wall. There was something like a second asshole, a slick tight orifice that Sunder pushed his arm towards. Balio shuddered, his asshole squeezing ineffectively down on Sunder's forearms, one almost up to the elbow.

Sunder tried to push deeper with both hands, then slid one out to grasp his asscheek and pull. Balio's asshole opened wide, his bruised asshole flexing open to reveal the inside of his ass, dark red and internal, coated with his load. Sunder pressed his other arm deeper, his fingers working into Balio's slick guts. Balio let out a long, low groan, his dick splashing precome against the front of his desk and sliding down to the floor. Sunder curled his wrist up, tugging at Balio's guts, contracting his muscles so Balio's asshole distended further around his forearm. He punched his other arm in, watching as Balio rocked forward and cried out, a heavy splatter of precome spurting from his cock.

"Fuck," Balio said, panting and groaning, "Bro, c-c'mon--" he trailed off in a harsh cry as Sunder flexed again, trying to work his hand deeper into Balio's guts. His arm was in to the crook of his elbow and Balio's asshole distending around both his arms was nothing compared to the slick wet tightness of his guts, where he was pushing deeper, trying to slide his hand further inside.

Sunder punched his arm forward and Balio's ass accepted it all, several more inches sliding into his body until his bicep was against the rim of his ass. Thick strings of come were seeping out of Balio's ass, around the loose figure-eight seal made by his arms, and with every minute press inward more ran out, like Sunder was fisting the come out of him. Balio writhed and cried out, his cock constantly drooling out precome down his shaft as Sunder ravaged his ass. It felt like most of his forearm was inside Balio's guts, but in this position it was impossible to try and fit any more in; already he was almost lying on the ground so he could get his arm at the right angle.

"Fuck, shit," Balio spluttered, grunting and cursing in an inarticulate moan as Sunder began pumping his arms back and forth, twisting as he did so.

"You gonna come soon?" Sunder said, grinning as he pumped his arm into Balio, pulling out laterally with his other hand to stretch his ass open, gaping. Balio nodded, just a slight movement of his head laid flat against the desk. "Roll over," he said as he twisted his arm out a little, the rough skin of his elbow rubbing against the rim of his ass, "so you can suck yerself off when you come."

Balio shudderingly pushed himself up, his arms almost giving out on him as Sunder fucked his arms back and forth, his entire body rocking with the force of it. He rolled over onto one shoulder, slipping through the mess of come still coating the desktop. Sunder pulled out one hand with a wet sucking sound to help Balio roll over and shoved him forward, his come-slick hand gripping Balio's hip as he tried to pull his legs up, until he was lying on his back on the desk, his legs spread wide.

Sunder's hand had pulled out until only his fingers were left inside, and he looked down at Balio's ass. It was stretched obscenely open, the lips of it raised and puffy, looking thick and flushed red. It contracted slowly, yawning open even without his arms forcing it open. He hooked his fingers on the rim of his ass, digging into the loose flesh, and pulled it into a wide oval without any resistance. Balio just shuddered silently as Sunder pulled his asshole wide open. He released his fingers and watched it slowly constrict, any sense of the tight pucker from before lost.

"You're such a fuckin' slut, bro," Sunder said, teasing his fingers around the ridge of Balio's asshole. "Rock hard and dripping from yer little bro wrecking yer ass."

Balio didn't respond, hardly even raising his tired head from the top of his desk. He was panting, chest rising up and down slowly as Sunder talked. Desperate begging sounds burst out every time Sunder rubbed a slick finger across the inside of his stretched out asshole.

"C'mon bro, I want to hear you beg for it," Sunder said, "Tell me what you want me to do, yeah?"

Balio didn't respond for a few seconds, lost in a haze as Sunder kept teasing his asshole. But when he spoke, his voice came out deep and cracked, stuttering. "B-bro, c'mon. Just do it, make me come, p-please bro-- S-sunder, you know it, I-i want you to do whatever-- whatever you want, c'mon just do it--" Balio trailed off, blushing under his fur, but before Sunder could do anything he started talking again in disjointed sentences, voice rising as he spoke until he was almost using his usual loud commanding voice. "--I want you to fuck my ass, I want you in me, I wanna feel you fucking me up, c'mon, Sunder, fuckin' fuck my slutty cunt!"

Sunder chuckled, inwardly surprised a little at Balio. He'd always seemed such a hardass, but here he was, naked and panting on his desk yelling for his little bro to fuck him. It might have even been a little cliched or funny if it wasn't so hot, seeing Balio begging to get fucked in his broken little voice. "Shit, bro, you know I'll always be there for you," Sunder said as he nocked his fist into Balio's ass. "so I'll get you what you want, yeah." He rammed his arm forward as he spoke, Balio's ass blooming open as his arm sunk up to the bicep in a smooth thrust, shuddering once as the hard planes of his elbow sunk deep into him. Balio yelled like he was getting eviscerated, but his cock shot out thick blasts of precome across his chest and face, still rock hard.

Sunder stared at the sight, Balio spasming and twitching, grunting and groaning and trying ineffectually to fuck himself on Sunder's arm. His cock constantly drooled out a heavy splatter of precome that quickly saturated his fur and started pooling and running down across his body. He leaned forward, his arm pushing infinitesimally deeper into Balio's ass, and lapped at base of Balio's slick shaft, the entire thing coated in many layers of flowing precome. Balio groaned again, his asshole spasming uselessly around Sunder's arm. He could feel the pulse of muscle from inside as Balio's cock shot out another blast of precome, hosing down Balio's upper body with the stuff. He coughed weakly, choking as thick ribbons of precome splattered into his mouth. It ran wetly over his already matted-down fur, pooling in the dips between muscles and dripping off his body in long strings.

Sunder grinned down at Balio, rocking his hard cock against Balio's thigh. "Hold on, bro... I'm gonna rip you open." He balled his hand into a fist, deep inside Balio's guts, and pulled up hard. Balio's asshole distended into a sloppy oval as Sunder pulled, his rubbery, bruised asslips bowing out with a messy slurp. Syrupy strings of come and lube webbed between Sunder's arm and the reddened inner edge of Balio's asshole. Balio brayed like a fuckin' donkey, his head thrown back; he actually lifted off the table as Sunder yanked upwards. He splayed his free hand across Balio's ass, keeping him from tipping over as he pulled higher. His muscles flexed to their fullest inside his ass, stretching his guts wide.

Balio chest heaved as he gasped, as if he were sobbing, and the only sounds he made were unintelligible desperate horse noises. Sunder could feel Balio's muscles spasm from the inside; his abdominals rippled in a downward wave and the muscles under the base of his cock twitched and spasmed. A half-second later, his cock erupted with an audible gush. Arcs of come shot over Balio's head to splatter wetly against the wall behind him. His asshole clenched tight around his arm, pulsating as Balio came; his balls pulled up tight against his cock as he shot off, Balio's ass pressing against his shoulder as he kept twisting his arm around inside him. Balio coated the wall until it was dripping in long lines, each new spurt sending out a blacksplash that splattered across his face.

Sunder pulled up, pushing against Balio to lift his ass up higher, letting his cock slap down across his stomach so the next blasts caught Balio right across the face, cutting off his degraded little horsey moans as he shot right into his own mouth. He spluttered and choked as his pelting shots hosed down his muzzle, coating his face in messy streamers of come. Thick strands of it drooled across his face and pulled out in long ribbons until they snapped and hit the floor with a splat.

Balio leaned forward, already knowing what Sunder wanted of him. His cock bobbed back and forth; thick spurts of come splattered across his lips and cheeks as he tried to line his mouth up with the flared head of his cock. His tongue flicked out, huge and wet, as he tried to catch the head of it.

He arched up enough for his cock to bump against his nose; more come shot out across his muzzle as he opened his mouth wide and angled up. His tongue flattened against his cocktip for a brief moment before he took the head in with a loud slurp, come already spilling out of his mouth to splatter wetly across his chest. His orgasm showed no signs of letting up any time soon, and the muscle contractions that came with every spurt were almost painful around Sunder's arm, embedded deep inside him. His whole body jerked as he came, as if in time with the pulsing of his thick urethra as he shot again and again into his own mouth, Balio almost choking as he tried to drink it all.

Balio curled up further, taking more and more of his cock into his mouth, the thick dark shaft slipping easily into his mouth. Sunder just stared, his cock half-hard and dripping. He could feel the little movements from Balio's body from the inside, his muscles rippling around his balled fist deep in his guts.

There was a froth growing around Balio's lips, a messy lather from the precome coating his cock and the come drooling out the edges of his mouth, and it splattered down across his chest, thick while foam spotting his hide as he kept slurping on his spurting cock. It felt like Balio's asshole was sucking Sunder's arm in deeper, clenching and spasming in time with the pulses of his come.

The thick tube along the underside of Balio's cock bulged out, pulsing slowly as he came, each flared burst lasting for a half-second. Sunder could hear it shoot down Balio's throat, a wet glugging noise. Around his arm, Balio's body was taut and shuddering, and each spurt of come made his entire body shudder with a downwards ripple, tightening under his cock, his guts clenching around his bicep and elbow.

Balio kept swallowing, the heavy lather splattering across his chest more and more, gathering at his taut nipples or rolling slowly down his chest. Sunder was unexpectedly hard, his cock turgid and heavy, pressed against the front of the desk, grinding through the mess of precome Balio had left there. He was only slowly oozing out little droplets of precome, and his cock shuddered and twitched as he ground his hips forward, twisting his shoulder against Balio's obscenely distended asshole.

Sunder pushed forward, rocking Balio's body forward and sending more of his cock down his throat. He scrabbled awkwardly up onto the desk, on his knees, with one arm still deep inside Balio. He rolled Balio back, onto his shoulders. He pushed down on Balio's hips, sending another inch into Balio's mouth, his lips still twisting and licking across his shaft.

Sunder's half-hard cock ground against Balio's back as he leaned forward, lapping at the base of Balio's cock and then sliding further on, until his lips met Balio's, stretched around the girth of his cock. Balio's cock twitched and spasmed under his lips, still coming weakly as he kissed the shaft, his upper lip pressing against Balio's.

Sunder struggled to pull his arm out from Balio, his asshole still clenching hard around his arm as he drew it out; Balio made a muffled moan as the bony edge of his elbow pulled out from his flushed asshole. Sunder pushed Balio flat as he pulled out of his ass, leaving him lying on his back, his cock emerging from his mouth with a wet gush of come, more still spurting out across his chest and neck. Sunder ground his cock against Balio's thighs, his turgid length weakly dripping precome against his stomach, and even before Balio was laid out flat Sunder had sprawled on top of him, their cocks grinding against each other.

Their horns jarred together as Sunder leaned down to kiss him, licking across the come-covered side of his mouth before pushing their lips together and pressing his tongue into Balio's mouth. Balio froze for a moment, passive as Sunder kissed him, but after a second he kissed back, sliding his tongue against Sunder's. He finally released his grip on the edge of the desk and brought his hands up, arms sluicing come in shaggy lines, to grab Sunder's head and press their heads together, horns grinding together so hard the resonance echoed in their skulls.

Without even thinking about it, Sunder thrust his cock against Balio's and came, only sluggishly ejaculating a few strings of come, less even than Balio was still leaking out at the end of his orgasm. His orgasm rolled over his body, though, and he moaned into Balio's mouth, huffing loudly around the loose seal of their lips.

Sunder broke the kiss eventually, the both of them panting into each other's face, and Sunder practically collapsed on top of Balio, going limp as he gasped for breath. Balio relaxed his grip around Sunder's head, his hands travelling down his neck and across his back, settling just above his ass, and Sunder snorted out a little laugh into Balio's ear as he squeezed one of his muscular cheeks.

They stayed like that, sprawled out on the probably-ruined desk, Balio's body soaked with come and more slowly oozing across its surface and dripping off the edges, until Sunder rolled over, Balio's arms trailing loosely with him. There was a wet slurp as he broke away from Balio's sopping coat, followed by a slap across his back as he came down on top of the thick pooling come on the desk. He groaned, rubbing idly at his eyes for a moment before he looked over at Balio, who still looked dazed in the afterglow of his orgasm.

"Hey," Sunder said, and it came out a little rough. "Let's sleep. Really, I'm fuckin' tired, bro." He grinned, loosely. "You wore me out."

Balio blinked at him, then nodded slowly. "Right," he said, and made no move to sit up.

Sunder shambled to his feet, resigned to the come that dripped from his fetlocks and down the sides of his body as he stood, and reached out to tug on one of Balio's arms. "C'mon, get up," he said, and after another moment Balio rocked to his feet, unsteady enough that when Sunder pulled him up he crashed into him and almost knocked the both of them over.

They shambled back to the couch again, which looked gross and encrusted from their previous nap, but at this point Sunder probably would've been fine with sleeping on that broken mattress, even in the state it was in after Garr. Hell, even the stone floor looked pretty inviting. Good for the back. But they got to the couch and toppled over onto it and Sunders train of thought just plain stopped for a while.

This time, Balio got stuck in the back, behind Sunder. His horn pressed against the back of Sunder's head for a second, before he tilted his head, and Sunder relaxed back against him, dimly surprised when Balio curled his arms loosely around his stomach. He hummed lowly, a buzzing 'mmm' as he relaxed.

He was almost asleep, not that it took long, by the time Balio said "B-bro?" in a worried whisper, low in his ear.

Sunder just grinned, half-asleep. "We can talk about it in the morning," he said, before he realized it was technically only early afternoon. "or later. Whenever. Or I can just suck you off or something, or make you suck me off... whatever. Look," he said, and opened his eyes. Balio honestly did look kind of remorseful and awful, "don't worry about it, okay? It's really not a big deal."

Balio didn't seem to think that was a very good consolation, but whatever, he'd done what he could. Sunder shrugged and turned his head back, closing his eyes again. There was really only so much he could do about Balio, since he was the most uptight, stuck-up arrogant snot ever. Evidently fucking him had helped a little, though. He still felt a little dirty for thinking it was hot, but he was pretty sure he could deal with that without throwing a fit. Fuckin' Balio.

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Balio woke up before him, which made sense since Balio hadn't been fucked a dozen times across half the day. His awkward attempt at climbing off of Sunder without waking him woke him up, although he was content to lie there and feign sleep once it became obvious Balio wasn't going to start tossing things around the room in a rage over his no-longer-quite-so-repressed incestual issues. The couch was tacky and damp, but nevertheless it was warm from their body heat, and Sunder just rolled over and went to sleep again, on his back this time.

Sunder woke again what felt like hours later. It was dark behind his eyes, enough that he could tell all the lamps in the room were doused. And he had the ominous, skin-prickling feeling of being watched by an evil force, so much so that it was a surprise to crack open his crusted-over eyes to see Balio standing in front of the couch, staring down at him.

He started back, pressing himself against the back of the couch, and Balio jerked backwards too, Sunder only now realizing that he'd been standing over him, looking down, and jerking off. He cracked a smile as Balio blushed and stammered, and maybe it was because he wasn't entirely awake yet, but it was pretty much automatic for him to roll off the couch, landing on his knees with a thump, and press his muzzle up against the length of Balio's cock.

Balio looked like he couldn't make up his mind how to feel, when he drew back and started lapping at the tip, before taking the first few inches into his mouth and sucking lightly. Sunder rolled his eyes. "Bro," Balio said, like he was trying to be gentle, "you don't gotta like it," but Sunder drew off his dick with a pop.

"Too bad; I like sucking cock; deal with it," he said, and licked along Balio's shaft. "You liked it too, bro," he said, and slowly got to his feet. "So why don't you give me a little example of it right now, huh?" he said, lightly, and nudged at Balio's shoulder. For all his reserved hesitance, Balio just dropped to his knees and lapped at the head of his cock, just barely peeking from his sheath, a bright red blush showing across his cheeks.

"Yeah," Sunder groaned, his cock already stiffening as Balio licked and sucked. "How about if you stop being such a tightass all the time I'll fuck you sometimes, huh?" It was win/win for him, definitely. Yeah, maybe Balio's latest idiotic crisis had actually turned out okay for him, in the end. He groaned again, spreading his legs as Balio reached up to tug at his balls, his other hand stroking his own erect cock, already dribbling precome across the floor again. Sunder grasped Balio's horn and tugged his head deeper. "Yeah, bro, keep sucking," he said, thrusting his cock deeper. Yeah, things were definitely looking up.