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Being a ferocious competitor meant something different for everyone: there were those who could be gracious both in victory and defeat, those who couldn't find grace in either scenario, and finally, those who could properly celebrate a victory...but just couldn't stand to face the music when they lost.

"Everything doesn't have to be a matter of winning and losing, Ken."

"A loss is a loss."

"But that was just a scrimmage. You were literally practicing against your own teammates; against me!"

"Yeah, and the first team has never lost to the second team! We smoke them every single time!"

Goro was used to having to talk his brother down after a loss, but this time, Ken was exhibiting a level of frustration that he'd never properly shown before. "So your guys got complacent against weaker competition, and they played up to your level today. That just means you've gotta get everyone back into focus and remind them who's boss the next time out!"

As easy as Goro made it sound, his brother was never convinced that it would actually be that easy...not at the start.

"It's a lot easier to make that kind of claim when you're on the winning side," Ken pointed out. "Watching us lose isn't the same for you as it is for me, actually dealing with the loss."

"And yet, I'm still out there almost every day, helping you guys practice and improve."

Ken snickered. "You're out there ogling all the other guys wearing short shorts and tight t-shirts, Goro...let's not lie to ourselves here."

"Why can't there be some fringe benefits to supporting my brother and his passions?"

"At least you didn't deny it...not that you could, given how shameless you are about it," Ken claimed. As he and Goro walked away from the practice field and made their way out behind the bleachers, he put his twin in a brief headlock and rubbed his knuckles on his brother's skull. "But I really do appreciate your support, Goro...even if you're a bit of a pain in my neck sometimes."

"Well, someone has to put up with your bad attitude when you're being a whiny little brat," Goro suggested. "And speaking of pains in your neck...no little nicks, cuts or bruises to speak of today?"

As they rounded the bleachers and fell into a small gap of privacy, Ken lost his grip on his twin and noticed his fellow dragon slipping out of the headlock...just to drop to his knees in front of him.

"Nothing that I can think of," Ken admitted. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop Goro once he got started, he glanced around, making sure that no one else was taking advantage of the cover of the bleachers. "And nothing down there really needs treating, thankfully..."

"You say that," Goro murmured, as he began tugging at the streaks of brown and green that decorated his brother's practice shorts with the memory of his effort. "And yet, there's definitely some swelling down here...not the kind of thing you want to let go untreated."

The shorts left little to the imagination to begin with, but once they were tugged down to his knees, Ken was left to defend himself for the slowly growing bulge under his tight, gripping boxer briefs.

"That's not exactly what I'd call an injury, Goro."

"If nothing else, I can tell that your pride has been viciously wounded," Goro mentioned. Catching no resistance from his twin, the eager dragon tugged down rapidly at the end of his brothers undies and left them in a pile on the grass, complete with his shorts. "Normally, if I suck your cock after practice, it's already so hard that it just rolls over the edge of your waistline and slaps me in the face...but it's still just a little bit soft this time."

Ken stiffened up and checked behind him before leaning back into a post, making sure he would have purchase for the experience. "Guess my body can't hide it when I don't feel like much of a winner."

"You're always a winner in my book, Ken."

"Pfft. What are you, my mom?"

"No...I'm your twin, and I'm gonna suck that sorry attitude right out of you."

Leaning in close, Goro brushed the side of his lengthy muzzle along Ken's member, embracing the warm, musky scent that still coated It after a long, heated practice. He loved the fresh, spicy aroma, and drank in as much of it as he could, before his lips came into contact with the base of Ken's sack.

He didn't even think about his reaction, as his tongue slipped out past his lips and curled around the underside of each full, swollen orb, tossing them delicately and forcing another fresh, pulsing rush of vitality into his twin's cock.

"B...best of luck with that," Ken gasped. His paws latched onto his brother's shoulders as he was forced to look mitigate an unexpected rush of sensations, knowing that someone could come upon them at any moment. "It's a pretty deep misery..."

Under closed eyelids, Goro's eyes rolled at the concept. "You don't have to oversell it, Ken. You would have gotten a blowjob after practice either way...the only difference is that this one is just as important to your mood as it is to mine."

Goro didn't have any problem admitting the crux of his sexually greedy nature: he'd tugged Ken aside in riskier places than that for a quick blow, but only ever when he knew his brother was in the mood for it.

He couldn't think of any better way to make Ken feel like a winner again, and he knew his twin well...the first long, slow drag of his tongue back up to the tip of Ken's member came along with a small gush of precum, and the departure of any sorrow that the dragon still felt over his team's poor scrimmage.

"Hopefully some of that confidence will rub off of me before we're done," Ken suggested. "Maybe if I'd attacked the back line as aggressively as you went after me, we would have won this afternoon...like we a-always do."

"Maybe you should stop thinking about your reputation," Goro offered some advice, as he swirled the flat of his tongue around his brother's rigid, twitching tip. "It's easy to get complacent that way...staying hungry means staying creative and finding new ways to win."

"Are you giving me advice about how to suck a cock, or how to win a soccer match?"

Goro snickered, just as he kissed the last of the precum from Ken's tasty length. "It can be both."

Their playful banter and deep connection kept everything relatively lighthearted, given the taboo around the act that they were willfully committing. As long as they weren't caught, Ken didn't have any inkling to try and stop his twin, and as long as he was enjoying it, Goro didn't see a reason to stop their post-practice tradition.

To be able to cheer his brother up with such a simple gesture, and at that, so effectively, felt like a truly magical gift that was shared only between them.

"I'll t-try to take it to heart, then," Ken replied, as the first of his powerful moans cracked his voice apart and forced him to suck in a sudden breath. "If anyone can teach me something about a unique approach, it..._fuck..._it would have to be you, Goro..."

Goro's own part of the conversation had come to a close: he enjoyed the feeling of the underside of his brother's shaft on his tongue far more than he enjoyed speaking. As many times as he'd taken that full, throbbing length toward the back of his throat before, he was always trying to improve his technique and learn a new way to touch his twin in order to bring him to a climax; he giggled around his mouthful when he realized how similar his approach to oral sex and his brother's approach to winning truly were.

"You haven't been practicing on someone else, have you?" Ken asked, as his palm came to rest on the soothing, green mane upon his brother's neck. "I don't think you've ever g-gone that deep without gagging before..."

Smiling against the base of his brother's cock and keeping his head still there for a moment, Goro was happy to have his secrets for as long as he could; Ken was eager for an answer, but not so much that he'd dare to pull his twin away from the tender flesh of his member.

Even when Goro met with his own limits and tried to pull his head back for a breath, he felt claws stroking against fluff of his mane, gently encouraging him to stay right where he was and finish what he'd started.

"How convenient...t-that you've got an excuse not to answer me," Ken muttered. His breathing was picking up as Goro finally began a quick, shallow buck of his neck, bobbing the length of his twin's impressive flesh over his tongue, but one paw was soon joined by another, as Ken took a hold of one of Goro's horns and held it firmly. "Then again, you can't win a competition like this without a little extra practice, so...who am I to judge?"

The normally arrogant glare from Goro's eyes was glazed over with a sheen of lust and desperation, but as those emeralds twinkled up at Ken, they were pleading for even a momentary break and a fresh breath of air.

Precum gushed over the back of Goro's tongue before he was finally allowed to move away from the tip, and another small burst of the mess ended up on the end of his muzzle as he narrowed his gaze.

"Y...you...r...really wanna turn this into a contest?" Goro asked, as he struggled to catch his breath. "Guess that means you're feeling like a winner again...but I'm not gonna go easy on you to spare your feelings."

"This is my favorite kind of contest, you know...even if I lose, I still win," Ken pointed out. "So do your worst, Goro. See if you can get me off without coming up for air again."

"You've got thirty seconds," Goro claimed. "You might wanna hold on tighter."

His paws wrapped tight around the back of Ken's thick, muscular thighs and kept him firmly in place as he leaned forward and swallowed the whole length once more, all the way to the base. The flicker of his tongue over Ken's tight, tender sack left him feeling breathless this time, but the rapid, flickering tease wasn't quite enough to push him over the edge just yet.

The clench on his ass cheeks and the deep, gurgling bath around the entirety of his shaft, however, was more than he could ever hope to resist. "Oh, t-that...that's new, Goro...now I know you've been practicing!" the dragon claimed, giving up the casual stroke of Goro's mane to hold both of his horns; the vain attempt to last the full thirty seconds was met with even tighter suction and a neck-breaking pace as Goro bobbed his head with renewed vigor, until spittle flung to the ground with his messy efforts.

Plentiful, thick seed, however, wasn't allowed to be wasted...not as far as Goro was concerned.

"Damn...G-Goro, you...you just don't play fair! Fuck!" Ken threw his head back and tried desperately to stifle his moans, but anyone still on the field would be in earshot of his praise for his brother as his length jumped and pulsed in a tight, oral grasp. His cum sprayed right to the back of Goro's throat, but the practiced twin began swallowing the moment he felt the hot, slick mess, and his rumble of appreciation milked just a little bit more than usual from the pleasured twin, leaving him to writhe, almost _helplessly_against the post behind him.

As his digits quivered, he slowly lost his grip on Goro's horns and watched breathlessly as his twin gulped down the very last of his offering, complete with an arrogant grin on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"I never have," Goro admitted, just after pulling back from his brother's twitching rod. There was just a tiny leak of seed left on the tip, and as he kissed it clean, he handed the boxers back up to his twin, knowing they'd need to make a quick escape. "But it's nice that you're learning how to lose with grace."

"Long as you keep me feeling like a winner, I think I'll be able to handle it..."

Ken was a natural-born try hard, always giving his full effort to everything he did in life. Losses were inevitable from time to time, but Goro was happy to be there, ever ready to perk his brother up by reminding him that victory came in many different forms.