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The Elk Inn

Chapter One

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

5th September, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Rowan and Oliver arrived at their new apartment, their cloven hooves clicking softly against the wooden floor of the hallway as they approached the door. Rowan, tall and muscular, his antlers proudly curving above his head, cast a playful glance at his younger brother. Oliver, smaller in stature with soft tawny fur and gentle eyes, fumbled with the keys, a mix of excitement and nerves evident in his twitching ears.

Before Oliver could unlock the door, Rowan grinned and swiftly scooped him into his arms. Oliver let out a surprised laugh, his white-tipped tail flicking as his arms instinctively wrapped around Rowan’s neck. “Rowan!” he gasped, his voice half-protest, half-amused.

“Welcome home, little brother,” Rowan teased, his deep voice warm and affectionate. He carried Oliver over the threshold, the light from the hallway glinting off their sleek fur and antlers as they entered their new home.

Rowan set Oliver down gently in the living room but didn’t release him. Instead, he pulled him close, the two of them pressed together, chest to chest. Rowan’s gaze softened, his hands resting on Oliver’s waist as their eyes met.

Without a word, Rowan leaned in, capturing Oliver’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The intensity of it radiated the affection and excitement they both felt, their new beginning entwined with the closeness they’d always shared. Oliver let himself relax against Rowan's broad frame, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his brother's love and warmth enveloped him. Every inch of nervousness melted away in the steady beat of Rowan's heart. As Rowan's lips brushed against Oliver's, Oliver responded eagerly, his fingers curling into Rowan’s shoulders as he melted into the kiss, his earlier nervousness fading in the warmth of his brother’s embrace.

When they finally broke apart, their breath mingling in the quiet of the room, Rowan rested his forehead against Oliver’s, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “How’s that for a welcome?” he whispered, his voice tender and teasing.

Oliver’s eyes sparkled, his tail swishing gently behind him. “It’s… perfect,” he murmured, leaning in for another gentle kiss, savouring the comfort and love they shared.

Rowan’s hand slid to the small of Oliver’s back, pulling him closer still, teasingly squeezing the smaller whitetail's firm rump. “I’m glad you think so. This is our new home, and I’m excited to make it ours.”

"Mmm," Oliver moaned, his tail flicked sharply in response, betraying his flustered excitement as a warm blush coloured his inner ears. "Keep that up, we'll christen our new apartment even before we get our bed!"

Rowan's grip tightened momentarily, and for a brief second, it seemed like he might not pull away. The tension between them simmered, and Oliver could feel the familiar pulse of desire building within his brother and himself.

His deep rumble of laughter started to roll from deep within his chest, and for a moment, the tension between them began to build. He tightened his hold on Oliver, the heat of the moment palpable as their breaths mingled.

Then, abruptly, Rowan's ears twitched. The faint but unmistakable sound of heavy booted feet and voices come from down the hallway. His body stiffened and he pulled back slightly, his playful expression giving way to frustration and then seriousness.

"They're here," he muttered, flicking an ear toward the door. He sighed and reluctantly broke the embrace, straightening up. "The removalists... talk about timing! I'm sorry Oliver, we'll have to take a rain-check."

With a shy blush, the smaller twin flattened his ears and looked coy and sheepish, lightly scuffing a cloven hoof on the floor. "I'll hold you to that."

Rowan winked, then kissed his brother between the ears, hugging him close. "Oh, I'm sure..."

They stood there, holding one another tightly, the warmth of their shared connection filling the space between them. In that moment, the promise of their new life together felt even more real, and the bond between them grew stronger, as solid as the foundations of the home they were about to create.

*

Hours had passed since the removalists arrived, and now the apartment was finally taking shape. The last of the furniture had been placed, boxes were mostly emptied, and the living room, though still cluttered with remnants of packing materials, felt like theirs.

Rowan stretched, his broad arms extending over his head, and let out a satisfied grunt. "Not too bad for a day and half the night work," he said, his gaze sweeping around the room. His antlers nearly brushed the ceiling as he turned about, clearly pleased with how things had come together.

Oliver, sitting cross-legged on the couch with a book in hand, looked up and smiled softly. "It feels more like a home already," he murmured, tail flicking against the back of the sofa. He glanced around at the space they'd created, the mix of belongings, now arranged in ways that almost – but not quite – made the apartment feel lived in.

Rowan slumped onto the couch beside him, the cushions shifting under his weight. "We really did it," he agreed, his tone lighter now the work was done and he had a chance to just sit and relax. He nudged Oliver's leg playfully. "Well, doesn't the doe look comfortable? Think we should celebrate?"

Oliver blushed, glancing sideways at his brother, his inner ears reddening. "I'm not a doe, Rowan... But how are we celebrating?"

Rowan's eyes gleamed mischievously, as he leaned closer, arm casually slipping around Oliver's shoulders. "Well, I owe you a little something from earlier, don't I?" he murmured, his voice low as he leaned closer and gently breathed against Oliver's ear.

Oliver's blush deepened as he remembered their interrupted moment from hours before. His fingers fidgeted with the corner of his book, though the nervousness in his eyes was laced with anticipation. "I wouldn't call that a little something, brother – I... I suppose you do," he whispered, his voice barely audible as his gaze dropped shyly.

Rowan snickered softly, pulling Oliver closer. "Don't worry little brother. I always keep my promises... and you are a doe – my doe..."

He kissed the top of Oliver's head, then tilted his chin up, their eyes meeting. The playful glint in Rowan's eyes gentled slightly as he pressed his lips to Oliver's once more, this time slower, more deliberate.

Oliver's muffled moan was quiet, as the book tumbled from his fingers to land on the floor. The tension from earlier quickly returned, but now, it was calmer, more intimate. With their apartment reasonably settled, so were they, able to enjoy the moments that they had been craving.

As their lips met again, the world outside their apartment seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. Rowan's kiss deepened slowly, savouring the taste of Oliver's lips, the tip of his tongue gently brushing against his brothers, coaxing a soft sigh from the smaller whitetail.

Oliver's fingers clung to Rowan's shirt, his usual shyness giving way to something more eager, more vulnerable. The playful tension from earlier had become something tender and real, a quiet acknowledgement of the bond they shared. It wasn't just about the teasing or the games – they were finally home, and this moment was theirs and theirs alone.

Rowan's large hands slid down Oliver's sides, resting on his hips before pulling him gently into his lap, Oliver gasping as he felt the firmness press against his crotch. The shift and positioning made Oliver gasp softly, his chest pressed tightly against Rowan's as his legs straddled his brother's waist. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, finding their place.

For a moment, Rowan just held him there, his arms wrapped securely around Oliver's smaller frame. His gazed lovingly into his brothers eyes, his own filled with affection and something deeper – an unspoken promise of protection and love. His voice a quiet murmur when he spoke.

"You okay?" Rowan asked softly, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on Oliver's waist, the concern in his eyes balancing the passion they both shared between them.

Oliver nodded, his breath shaky but his smile genuine. "I'm more than okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I feel safe with you Rowan, I always have."

Rowan's chest tightened at those words, his heart swelling with a deep sense of responsibility and pride. He kissed Oliver again, slower and more passionately this time, his hands exploring the familiar curves of his brother's body, but with a tenderness that spoke of how much he cherished these moments.

As the kiss lingered, Rowan's fingers found their way to the hem of Oliver's shirt, sliding underneath to feel the warmth of his fur. Oliver shivered under the touch, but he didn't pull away – he only pressed closer, craving more.

The apartment, now their home, felt like a safe haven, a place where they could finally be themselves without hesitation. The unpacked boxes, the carefully arranged furniture – including the couch that they sat on, the scent of previous lovemaking so ingrained into it – it'd never come clean again. It was all a backdrop to the growing intimacy between them, a reflection of the new life they were building together.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Rowan rested his forehead against Oliver's, their breath mingling and antlers clacking and clattering.

"We've got all the time in the world now," he murmured, his fingers gently tracing the small of Oliver's back, then with a soft chuckle, he pressed a nerve cluster near Oliver's tail base.

Oliver gasped, his hips bucking forward and he bleated helplessly – feeling the powerful climax splattering his belly fur with hot, sticky fawn-cream. His breath shattered into broken, panting gasps as he quivered from ears to ankles, panting heavily.

"Never fails..." Rowan snickered.

*

The bathroom, with its steam filling the room, created a serene and inviting atmosphere. Rowan adjusted the shower, until the water was just right. As the sound of the inviting cascade began to fill the space with its soothing sound, like water on a roof at night, the steam swirled around the two young lovers, adding a layer of intimacy.

Rowan disrobed, then helped his brother pull off his shirt, snickering at the sticky mess that covered him from chest to belly. Oliver snorted and glared at his brother, but there was no malice in the look. Rowan gently guided Oliver under the warm water, the droplets mingling with their fur and creating a misty effect. He took a moment to admire his smaller bothers body, his eyes filled with affection.

"You look beautiful, you know that?" Rowan murmured, his voice a low, tender whisper, before he pulled the smaller stag close and enfolded him in a loving embrace.

Oliver's response, a shy, furtive smile, his fingers trembling slightly as he re ached out to touch Rowan's chest, splaying his three fingered hand out. The warmth of the water, combined with Rowan's gentle touch, was both calming and arousing in equal measure.

Rowan's hands moved with practised ease, his touch tender, yet filled with a passionate intensity. He guided Oliver to the tiled wall, his body pressing close as he leaned in, his lips capturing Oliver's in a deep, sensual kiss. The heat of the shower combined with the warmth of their bodies created a perfect synergy, heightening their passion and sensations.

"I need you -- " Oliver moaned, his body trembling, as he leaned back and gazed into his brother's eyes.

"You shall receive your wish," Rowan smiled, then turned Oliver around, pressing his paws against the cool tiles.

As Rowan's hands once again roamed over Oliver's body, he made sure to be mindful of his brother's comfort and pleasure. The gentle, but enthusiastic rhythm of their lovemaking in the shower was matched by the stream of warm water that cascaded down over them both. Oliver's three-fingered hands splayed out on the tiles for support, his head bowed as soft gasps of pleasure escaped his lips, his brother angling his penetration and thrusts with practice and care.

Rowan's movements were careful, each touch and caress designed to bring maximum pleasure, whilst maintaining their mutual emotional bonds. He shivered, feeling Oliver's muscles tense – heightening the pleasure of their lovemaking.

With a grunt, Rowan lowered his head, biting down gently on Oliver's shoulder, pulling the smaller stag up and back. He fully mounted Oliver, like the doe he was, as he began to grunt and shudder – struggling to hold himself in check.

Oliver tried to hold himself – but the pressure against his prostate and the pleasure of his much larger brother inside him proved too much. Oliver gasped and quivered – then his loud, piercing bleat rang out. His teeth ground and his dewlaps curled back, as his thin penis flicked and pulsed – his tightening scrotum sending pulses of his semen surging to spatter against the wall before him.

Smelling and feeling his brother's release, Rowan snickered and began to slap his hips harder and harder against the smaller buck's rump. Each wet slap made Oliver grunt and tilt his head back – losing himself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Not... not yet... Rowan's thoughts whirled, as he gripped his brother's hips, beginning to rut like their feral brethren, something he knew Oliver loved – but Rowan couldn't keep up for long.

Oliver's panting and bleating grew louder and deeper before Rowan slammed his hips forward once more, flooding the smaller buck's anal passage with his thick, hot and copious orgasmic flood. Rowan held Oliver close, his quivering paws trembling, as Oliver panted and moaned – remembering how and why he loved his older twin. The water continued to pour over them, slowly going from pleasant to cool, lowering their body temperature a little at a time.

Some time afterwards, Rowan wrapped Oliver in a soft towel, his hands tenderly drying his brother's fur. He looked at Oliver with a mixture of love and admiration. "How was that, my beautiful doe?" Rowan playfully teased.

"Urgh," Oliver gurgled, paws between his knees and body trembling. "I swear, you're part red deer! It was...everything I knew it would be."

Rowan lifted his brothers head, gazing into his eyes, cupping his wet furred chin in his paws, before he smiled and kissed his brother once more – deeply and passionately, sharing breath with him.

They were both basking in the afterglow of their private and intimate moment, their bonds of brotherly love and affection only reaffirmed by their unusual expression of such. After a few moments, when Oliver was finally dried off, Rowan gently picked him up like he was a fawn, the exhausted smaller buck curling up in his brothers embrace.

"You know - " Oliver began, before his muzzle wrinkled and he yawned with a wide, jaw-cracking gesture.

"I do," Rowan smiled, carefully navigating the short hallway, leading to their bedroom. "It truly feels even more like a home, a place where our love and connection can flourish – with you, my lovely little doe by my side."

Oliver yawned again, his eyes half-lidded, before he looked up at his brother before he spoke up, then poked the tip of his tongue out.

"I'm not... a doe."

Rowan's deep chuckle rumbled, vibrating Oliver's chest, as he snuggled closer. "Sure you're not? You sure bleat like one..."

Rowan's cloven hoof gently pushed the bedroom door closed behind them.

TO BE CONTINUED...