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Paiwa's bedding still smelled like him. Even after a vigorous scrub in the river and most of the morning drying in the sun, the rich musk of Koro's masculinity oozed from his blankets, reminding him of what he'd done. Worse still, tenting his loincloth with a needy flare was his cock, surging with each breath of masculine scent. There was no way he'd be able to leave his tent without dealing with his erection, but its origin was less than ideal.

Should he sneak into the bushes and attempt his usual morning ritual? Idly stroking his cock, Paiwa tried to ease the gnawing lust in his stomach, closing his eyes. Almost immediately, though, the image of Koro's chest, panting and glazed with cum seared into his mind's eye, twisting his stomach into knots and pushing aside bouncing mare flesh. Fuck. What the fuck was wrong with him? Even Roha's ethereal beauty wasn't enough to cast aside remembered soft stallion thighs. Koro's maleness, hard and pulsing with innocent desire against the lust-fattened underbelly of Paiwa's, added to his allure, dueling with Paiwa's cock in a dripping display of passion.

With growing guilt mixing with lust, Paiwa abandoned attempts to resist his cock's drooling desire, his mind summoning images of his naive brother lying before him like a blushing mare on her wedding night. Bubbly cheeks wreathing a twitching puff of sensitive flesh, parted lips, heaving pecs, and silken furred thighs, with hair spread like a halo behind those blue eyes and flaring nostrils. Gods, it was unfair how attractive his brother was.

Stroking his dripping cock and losing inhibition with every wet stroke, Paiwa's taboo fantasy grew less coherent and more erotic. Koro wouldn't lie there; he would beg, his chest cradling Paiwa's shaft and his lips pressing kisses to the flare. Gods, those fucking lips, softer than rose petals and moist with desire, still glazed from a passionate kiss. How would they feel wrapped around his tip? Or, even better, sliding down his shaft to kiss against his base. The younger stallion was eager to please; he'd take the whole length to the root without complaint.

That was the sweet spot, imagining pretty blue eyes watering with effort. Koro's stretched throat would swallow everything Paiwa had to give, gentle gags rolling along his length as the novice cocksucker tried desperately to keep him deep inside. Still wrapped in his fantasy, Paiwa let go, shooting sloppy ropes of his approval nearly to the ceiling of his tent, the excess raining down to mess his bedding and body alike, leaving spiderwebs of equine seed across his chest and stomach.

Fuck. Why did Paiwa crave Koro's attention now? In the heat of the moment, he could lie to himself; he could tell himself that his attraction to the younger stallion was purely physical, brought on by touch and pheromones, and that his cock's desire drove him to depravity. Now, however, sitting in his tent with a vivid fantasy of spurting the contents of his balls down his brother's throat, he couldn't hide from his desires. Sick and twisted as it sounded, Paiwa wanted to push things further, though he knew he shouldn't.

Maybe Paiwa would be lucky enough to avoid Koro for a few days. As he took up a cloth and cleaned slimy strings of his shame from his body, he hoped the younger stallion would stay away. Hopefully, these sick fantasies would fade with time, and he could quietly return to his perverted routine, watching the mares bathe until he was ready to reach manhood and take Roha as his bride. Koro didn't deserve to drown in perversion, and he had a perfect life ahead of him as the new chieftain, surrounded by admirers with his pick of wives. Paiwa would be lucky to still cross the young stallion's mind once in a blue moon when he came into his own.

Unfortunately, as Paiwa left his tent, he ran straight into the object of his forbidden desire, his nose bouncing off Koro's chest. Cursing his luck, he attempted to squirm out of the younger stallion's way, his fur still sticky with shame and his heart beating like a drum, but the bulky horse's body left little space, and all he managed was an awkward shuffle. Resigning himself to an awkward interaction, he confronted Koro's impossibly effortlessly sexy physique, swallowing his drool.

"Oh good, you're awake!" Oblivious to Paiwa's discomfort, the younger horse dragged him forward into a crushing embrace. Nearly lifting Paiwa from his feet with the exuberance of his greeting, he unknowingly marked himself with Paiwa's seed, smearing the sticky remnants against his muscles, his paws patting Paiwa's back. "Thank you for explaining things to me so clearly! I know I can put people off with all the questions I ask."

Gods, how did he manage to be so adorable? As Koro released Paiwa from his hug, the older equine felt disarmed. Those trusting blue eyes drained any ill will from Paiwa's body, walling off any of his usual sarcastic attempts at keeping the younger equine at arm's length. "Yeah, it's not a problem." Flashes of fantasy threatened to return Paiwa's erection as he tried to find somewhere to look that didn't assault his eyes with furred muscle or handsome features. "W-Was there something you needed?"

As Paiwa fervently hoped for something innocent to pass Koro's lips, anything that would let him walk away without further sullying his younger brother's honor, he felt his heart drop. Those hypnotizingly soft lips curled into a questioning, earnest smile, and his voice perked Paiwa's ears. "Well, um, I heard some friends talking about 'eating a mare.' I was wondering if I could trouble you to explain. Maybe you could demonstrate?"

Shit. Another curious train of thought that wouldn't end well. Paiwa knew that this wouldn't finish without a demonstration, and Paiwa would go further than before. He couldn't help himself. Wracking his brain for excuses, he came up empty. If he denied Koro, the oblivious stallion would tell their father, whether he meant to or not, and Paiwa would receive a lecture, if not something much worse. If he avoided him, even a naive stallion like Koro would sense something was wrong, and he might reveal what they'd done.

Grasping at the one solution he could think of, Paiwa plastered an unworried expression across his face. "Sure, I don't mind teaching you more. I need to bathe, though. Why don't we talk by the river?" Moving somewhere more public would hopefully prevent Koro from escalating their discussion into something physical, and they smelled like a stallion in Rut, so the bath was practical. Surely even the most naive stallion would realize that sexual stuff in public wasn't the best idea.

"Oh, sure! It's been a long time since we've bathed together." Beaming, Koro swished his silken tail, smoothing back his ebony mane. "I'll wash your back for you." Falling into step next to Paiwa, he matched his gait as they wound their way through the village's various tents. As they walked, silence gave way to the burbling splash of running water, and before long, they reached the section of the river designated for stallions.

Unlike the mare's bathing area, the stallion's area was less comfortable. Upriver and usually upwind from the mares by necessity, it prevented young stallions from entering a mating frenzy with the mares going into heat. The majority of the village segregated themselves by gender for the same reason. It was nearly impossible to tear a rutting male off a female in heat, and brawls overwhelmed the male population in attempts to plant their seed. In the past, weaker stallions were trampled to death in a frenzy of hard cocks and fists before Paiwa's father took over as chieftain.

With a healthy distance between the genders, that situation was far less common, though there was less experimentation among younger horses and obliviousness running rampant. Paiwa was "lucky" enough to have an older stallion take him under his wing when he was still far too young.

Fortunately, the stallion area's relative lack of privacy, covered only by a small muddy area of reeds on one bank, worked in Paiwa's favor, giving him an easy excuse to avoid acting on his desires. Hurriedly dropping his loincloth and sliding into the sun-warmed water after kicking it under nearby reeds where it wouldn't disappear, he shivered, his still sensitive manhood tingling in the swirling water. Settling in against the bank and letting the crystal clear waters wash away his shame, he sighed, leaning his head back. Pushing aside thoughts of the past, he buried himself in attempts to soothe his body's reaction to Koro's presence, ignoring his presence as best he could.

A splash at Paiwa's side followed Koro's entrance into the chest-height water, his warm hide pressing against Paiwa's side as though he wanted to feel close to him. He sat silently for a moment before his deep voice broke through, his fingers dancing against each other in a nervous gesture. "Pai. Can I ask you a different question? It's not related to mares or anything. You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

Shit. Did Koro realize that they crossed a line yesterday? Paiwa felt simultaneous relief and trepidation. If Koro understood, then maybe he could explain why they could never do anything similar again. At the same time, his body protested, demanding he explore more of their changing dynamic. Flashes of Koro's nudity threatened to harden his cock again, and he pushed away from the riverbank, hiding his crotch and attempting to will away the desire rising in his stomach.

However, the words that left Koro's mouth took Paiwa by surprise. Voice breaking with emotion and filled with sadness, he spoke. "Pai. Do you hate me? Yesterday was the first time in years you've interacted with me." Taking a shuddering breath, he continued, his voice sounding as though on the edge of tears. "I'm not stupid. I know that dad's the only reason you sat down with me." Stepping closer, he sought a hug, taking Paiwa by surprise as he embraced him from behind. The soft patter of liquid on Paiwa's shoulder revealed Koro was crying. "Did I do something wrong?"

Oh. All these years, from childhood onward, Paiwa never thought of Koro's feelings. He'd always been a symbol of the chieftain's neglect, the golden child, the one their father loved more than him. Pushing his brother away and refusing to have a relationship with him, Paiwa always felt like he was raising a middle finger to his father. What the fuck was wrong with Paiwa? Even now, he'd switched between seeing Koro as a rival to a sex object rather than a person.

Forgetting for a moment that they were in public, Paiwa relaxed backward into Koro's embrace. Paws finding the younger stallion's, he patted them gently, feeling the emotion shivering through the body pressed against his back. "Kor, I don't hate you, I promise. It's more complicated than that." Should he explain that what they did the night before wasn't okay? Or did he unearth the family drama that plagued most of his life? Maybe he should explain the origins of his perversion. So many things to say twisted into a hard lump in his throat that refused to pass.

"I don't care. I'm not letting you go until you tell me why. Why do you hate spending time with me? Why does dad have to step in to get you into the same tent with me?" Clinging to Paiwa, the younger stallion shook with emotion, his fingers digging into Paiwa's stomach as though afraid to let go. Paiwa wasn't getting away without some explanation, and every moment he spent in Koro's embrace pushed them closer to being caught in a compromising position.

Taking a deep breath, Paiwa leaned back against Koro's pecs, letting the softness of his body distract him from the barbed words catching in his throat. "It's not your fault. It's- I don't know. Jealousy? Before you were born, dad treated me like he treats you. Like I was worthy of being part of this family and not some disappointment to cast aside. But as soon as you appeared, it was like I didn't exist. I only saw him on special occasions and had to spend all of my time with mom."

Grip loosening, Koro sagged against Paiwa's back. "That's all? Did you stop talking to me because of dad? Pai- You're my big brother. All I ever wanted was to spend time with you. I've been jealous of you since I was just a foal. You're so independent and put together; I wanted to be like you. Dad doesn't let me do anything without butting in." From a desperate grip to a heartfelt hug, Koro's embrace grew warmer; his chin tucked against Paiwa's shoulder and his voice soft and vulnerable. "If we do more of what we did last night, can we spend more time together?" He added, hinting at a desire to continue their illicit relationship despite his relative innocence.

"W-why would we need to do more? I was teaching you what to do with a mare." Trying to backpedal as his heart pounded in his chest, Paiwa broke free from the younger stallion's loosened grip, turning around and blatantly avoiding the blue-eyed stare boring a hole through Paiwa's soul. His body screamed, 'Yes! Do it again!' but he knew it wasn't right to take advantage of Koro's naivety. While he was of age, he was sheltered, unlike Paiwa, who'd already lost his innocence nearly four years ago.

Wiping his eyes, Koro looked away, tapping his fingers together shyly. "I'm not stupid, Pai. I don't know what exactly we did, but I could tell you enjoyed it. I did, too. Even if it wasn't okay, I still want to do it again." Shuffling a bit and inadvertently showing off his peeking maleness, he twirled his mane through his fingers. "I'll do anything you want, as long as I get my big brother back. I meant what I said last night. I'll be your mare."

Before Paiwa could process the younger stallion's words, let alone answer him, he heard approaching voices. It wouldn't be weird for them to find two brothers bathing, would it? The drag of water across sensitive flesh drew Paiwa's gaze downward, and he cursed himself, realizing his cock showed itself again. An erection would certainly complicate things, and the warm water caressing his shaft would make it impossible to calm himself down before they arrived.

His eyes lighting on the woods across the stream, Paiwa grabbed Koro's arm, pulling him along before the unseen newcomers could arrive. Abandoning their loincloths was unfortunate, but sneaking into camp separately without pants would make more sense than getting caught erect and naked. They could at least say they snagged them on branches in the woods or blame the river's current.

A few moments later, out of breath with his heart pounding and cock still stubbornly hard, Paiwa leaned against a nearby tree. Thankfully it seemed that no one was following them, but the woods were far from private. Mares picked berries, and stallions trapped rabbits nearby, so the chances of getting caught were higher than ever, but at least there were thickets to hide inside.

"You took me with you." Trailing off, Koro's voice, still hoarse from his emotional display, broke through the sound of Paiwa's breathing. "You didn't leave me behind." He continued, his voice growing closer as Paiwa tried to catch his breath. That same embrace enfolded him in gentle arms, smothering him in soft fur and flexing muscle. Squeezing him tight, Koro met Paiwa's gaze with a shy smile, his lower lip quivering. After a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, pressing those soft lips to Paiwa's and letting their turgid appendages duel like twin swords, his cock matching Paiwa's in pulsing desire.

Fire bloomed behind Paiwa's eyes, destroying any sense of caution or guilt for corrupting his younger brother. Nothing existed but the soft embrace of those desperate lips working against his own, inexperienced but intensely passionate and flavored by the unique sweetness he'd come to associate with Koro. Melting against each other, they fell backward, sliding down the tree trunk until the larger equine was nearly straddling Paiwa's lap in a perverse facsimile of the time they spent together as foals when Koro would beg for Paiwa's attention.

Finally breaking their kiss, Paiwa tried to gather his thoughts, his hips moving on their own to grind his flexing shaft against Koro's. Panting breath rattling around inside his empty head, he barely resisted the urge to force himself on the younger stallion, knowing that Koro wouldn't deny him even if he mounted him then and there. "Koro. You don't understand. We can't do this. I shouldn't have let things go this far."

"Don't ignore me again. I'll do anything. Please. I want to spend more time with you." His voice shaking, Koro met Paiwa's gaze again, his eyes swimming with tears. Stroking Paiwa's shaft much the same as the night before when the chieftain nearly caught them, he nuzzled in again, capturing Paiwa in another breathtaking kiss. "Tell me what to do. Anything you want from me. Please." He begged, punctuating each sentence with increasingly desperate kisses that eroded Paiwa's sense and left nothing but the silken sensuousness of the younger stallion's touch.

Intoxicated by the pure desire dripping from Koro's every move, Paiwa smoothed back that ebony mane, tucking it behind one ear and bringing his thumb to those soft lips as his paws took hold of either side of the younger stallion's face. "Koro, what we're doing is wrong. I need you to understand that. If anyone finds out, we'll get in so much trouble." His cock screaming at him to pin the younger stallion down and claim him as his own, Paiwa gave him one last chance to break their relationship off.

Shaking his head, Koro pressed in closer, his face plastered with an expression of pure happiness. "No. I refuse to let you leave me again. I'm not losing you." Silencing Paiwa's protests with another demanding kiss, he took a firmer hold of the older stallion's cock, his slow strokes far more experienced than the night before. "Tell me what to do, Pai. Let me be your mare."

Sagging backward against the tree trunk, Paiwa bit his lower lip, watching his tip grow dewy above those stroking fingers. Stubborn blue eyes stared back at him, and he knew he couldn't change Koro's mind. He cleared his throat, his ears perking to listen for anyone that might stumble on them. Hearing nothing but bird song and the distant gurgle of the river, Paiwa threw caution to the wind. "You liked my taste, didn't you? When you licked your fingers?"

Nodding eagerly, Koro smeared dribbling arousal over Paiwa's shaft, his paw slick and gentle. "It was sweet and salty. I couldn't stop licking it off my hands after I cleaned myself up. Why?" He asked, bringing his slick palm up to his face and licking Paiwa's translucent gift as though demonstrating. Sticky strings decorating his tongue, he savored it like the sweetest fruit, unintentionally erotic in his enjoyment.

"Do you want to try it straight from the source?" Paiwa asked, his voice cracking as he watched Koro's soft tongue caressing his sticky palm, his cock surging and unleashing another burst. "I don't know if you'll be able to take more than a little bit of me, but if you put me in your mouth-" Trailing off, Paiwa realized how little sense there was in his words. Koro responded better to a hands-on approach, so why not show rather than tell?

Before Koro could ask his inevitable questions, Paiwa reached out, taking hold of either side of the younger stallion's face and guiding him toward Paiwa's desperately pulsing shaft. "Do what you like with your muzzle. Just watch your teeth." Heart pounding in his throat, he watched as his fantasy grew closer to coming true, the thrill of doing something so depraved in a public place feeding his lust. Though he still had reservations, speaking to his father while Koro stroked him sent his cock's hardness soaring to new heights.

Curious but eager to please, Koro licked his lips, his nostrils flaring as he leaned in to take in Paiwa's scent. Trails of arousal caught his eye, and while he watched Paiwa's face for approval, he slipped his tongue out, rolling it against the underside to taste the drooling river. That first taste was all it took to awaken greed in his actions, his tongue eagerly slurping over sensitive flesh to clean off his prize.

Staring down at the eager muzzle polishing his shaft, Paiwa seared the sight into his memory. That soft pink tongue rolling against it, slurping over his cock and wrapping around it, leaving behind glimmering slickness, felt like heaven. Clamping a hand over his muzzle, he groaned, his toes curling and his cock flexing to slap meatily against soft lips. Under that eager tongue, he could die happy.

Showing an increasing knack for pleasuring Paiwa's manhood, Koro followed the river of arousal to its source, tongue lapping at the opening of Paiwa's urethra before he nuzzled into it, his lips massaging the flexing circle as though sharing a kiss with a lover. Paws loosely gripping Paiwa's shaft, he lingered, suckling and swallowing every drip as though he couldn't get enough.

Fuck, those eyes. Paiwa couldn't think straight with those glazed, desire-filled eyes staring up at him, his cock screaming at him to thrust while his brain demanded more of Koro's tender, unintentionally whorish teasing. Shaking hands reached out once his need became too great, tangling in Koro's mane and gently tugging him into place to slot Paiwa's manhood against his lips.

Taking Paiwa's warning to heart, Koro kept his teeth tucked behind his lips as he followed the older stallion's lead, his maw opening without hesitation. The softest noise of discomfort left his muzzle when Paiwa's tip grazed his throat, but he stopped himself before he gagged. To Paiwa's amazement, the younger stallion didn't stop there, eyes drifting closed as he descended to the base, his throat bulging with cock and his nostrils moving in a gentle breath that ruffled Paiwa's pubic fur.

If Paiwa hadn't already fallen in love with Koro, seeing him there, eyes closed and breathing even as his lips worked the base of Paiwa's cock, would have triggered his feelings. Soft, wet heat enveloped his entire shaft, from root to tip, and rhythmic swallows squeezed his tip. More than eagerness, this felt like LOVE. AS though Koro was in love with his dick and couldn't live without it, he gave himself to its worship, his face serene and slack as though he were in a trance.

At Paiwa's urging, Koro withdrew slowly, his tongue flicking over the underside and his eyes fluttering open, glazed and faraway. Without complaint, he settled into a slow rhythm, dripping drool down the shaft with every hilt. Growing wetter and louder with each thrust, he bathed Paiwa's manhood in drooling excess, leaving sloppy strings dripping down the older stallion's balls and treating his shaft to pleasure that eclipsed even the confines of a mare's cunt.

Wrapped up in Koro's worshipful sucking, Paiwa felt himself starting to lose control. Nothing could compare to the tide raging in him, threatening to spill over and unleash a flood into Koro's mouth, and he needed to lose himself, to feel the waves crest. With every bob, his balls drew up, his stomach twisted into knots, and his throat vibrated with muffled moans; his only thought how good it would be to empty himself into Koro's welcoming throat.

"Dammit. It broke through the snare." Inches away, someone spoke, sending an icy dagger of anxiety through Paiwa's heart. Rustling branches threatened to reveal their position, and a paw reached through the bush next to them, narrowly missing Koro's bobbing head. Grabbing a piece of rope from the ground, it retreated, its owner tutting as he inspected the item.

Trying desperately to pull Koro from his manhood, Paiwa only managed to rip a loud slurp from the younger horse's maw as he broke the intense suction. It was no use. As he frantically tried to ease himself from Koro's mouth, he realized he was so close to the edge, and Koro was too far gone in a submissive daze. Any attempts to pull away would only make their position more obvious.

With the thrill of nearly getting caught driving him to new heights of pleasure, Paiwa could only watch as Koro's bobbing head sped, his paws resting on twitching thighs. Those pretty blue eyes begged him to finish, to mark the younger stallion as his and feed him his treat, while those soft lips slid along Paiwa's cock, his throat welcoming every inch. Though this was his first time, it was as though he belonged there, feasting on Paiwa's masculinity like it was the only thing he'd ever need.

When the dam finally broke, Paiwa's orgasm washed over him, the sound of voices nearby only adding to his pleasure. Sick as it was, the idea of being caught with his balls pressed up against Koro's chin, claiming him with every bouncing pulse, excited Paiwa. He WANTED others to know that he was dominating this perfect stallion, reducing him to a mare desperate for cock. His tongue lolling out, he melted backward, the final spurts glazing Koro's throat. Soft gulps were music to his ears, bringing his intense sensations to greater heights.

Koro followed Paiwa's softening cock, suckling eagerly to drink every last drop, the soft swell of his rump swaying behind him in an unintentional tease. It wasn't until the older stallion's cock retreated into his sheath, only the flopping tip still clutched in those silky lips, that he let go with a soft pop, panting wetly against Paiwa's sheath. Pressing a worshipful kiss to Paiwa's sheath as if thanking his cock, he rested his chin on pulsing balls, tongue hanging out and dripping with mixed cum and saliva. Muzzle covered in a whorish mixture of mixed fluids, he kissed sloppy, saliva-glistened balls, smearing them against his cheeks in wordless worship.

"Did I do a good job?" Koro asked after a few moments to catch his breath, that muscular physique rolling against Paiwa's as he nuzzled into him, his cock still rock hard between them. "I think I got a little carried away, but you taste so good, and things got all foggy. I couldn't help myself." Arms wrapped around Paiwa in a bear hug, he ground his drooling shaft against the older stallion's stomach, eager for praise.

"Better than good." Throat dry and balls aching as though Koro sucked them into shriveled fruit, Paiwa returned the affection freely, petting down Koro's back and pressing a gentle kiss between his nostrils. Reaching between them, he stroked Koro's cock in return, staring into his eyes as if he could see nothing else. "I'll, um- I'll try to be around more." He started, pulling Koro closer as the pleasure-addled stallion thrust away, his breath coming in desperate pants as he messed Paiwa's fur with needy trails of arousal. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I love you."

With a hint of hesitation, Paiwa reached out to cradle the younger stallion closer as Koro's thrusts reached a fevered pace, his legs spreading to give Koro more space to pleasure himself against Paiwa's spent shaft and slickened stomach. After a moment's thought, he deepened their embrace, feeling the racing beat of Koro's heart through his rutting cock. His paws drifted down to take hold of that muscular rump, still jiggling with each frantic hump. Luxuriating in the heat of Koro's body, he soothed him with slow squeezes as though telling him it was alright to give in to his passion. Koro's heavier frame bore down, pressing him into the dirt below as his legs moved to wrap around Koro's waist, but he didn't flinch, returning the younger stallion's desperate affection.

Tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, Koro demanded a kiss, whimpering like a foal desperate for comfort as his tongue rolled into Paiwa's mouth, exuberant but inexperienced. "I love you too, Pai. Don't leave me again." He begged, his voice full of emotion and muffled by their lips as he squirted his approval, coating every inch of their entwined bodies in ropes of masculine goo. Collapsing, he murmured the words "I love you" repeatedly, his muscular body wrapping around Paiwa as though afraid he would disappear. His still thrusting hips smeared his scent into Paiwa's fur, his softened cock spitting a gentle dribble of masculinity.

This time, instead of the fear of getting caught or guilt for corrupting Koro, Paiwa only felt a protective, possessive desire. The stallion frantically nuzzling into him was Paiwa's, and Paiwa was his. Those stunning blue eyes looked at him as if he were the world, and somehow, he could believe it. For once, he was enough.

Wrapped in Koro's embrace, Paiwa dozed for hours, his paws moving automatically to soothe the softly snoring stallion. The warmth of the midday sun gave way to the chill of night before long, and he stretched, tapping Koro's forehead to wake him. As bewildered eyes fluttered open and the limp horse moved against him, breaking the sticky connection between their fur, he gently shook him, preventing him from slipping back into sleep. "We have to get cleaned up. We smell like two giant unwashed cocks."

"Mmph, let me sleep longer. You're too comfortable." Grumpy and half awake, Koro tightened his grip, his muscular arms threatening to push the air from Paiwa's lungs. "My tent's too lonely." He continued with a tone like a pouting foal, rubbing his cheek against Paiwa's chest. With his silky mane in messy knots, he looked adorably disheveled, his eyes barely open.

Sighing at the stubborn horse's antics, Paiwa pushed at his grip ineffectually. "If I let you sleep with me, just for tonight, will you get up and wash first?" Paiwa offered, knowing that Koro was impossible to move if he didn't want to. A worthwhile reward would hopefully motivate him. "As long as you promise to be quiet and leave before dad wakes up. I don't want to have to explain."

Immediately perking up and nearly dragging Paiwa to his feet, Koro flashed a stunning smile. "Okay! You won't regret it." Licking his lips, he showed off a side of himself that made Paiwa's heart skip a beat, his voice softer and more seductive. "You can use my mouth again while we're all warm and snuggly. Maybe this time I can taste more instead of gulping it down."

Watching Koro's tail sway as he grabbed his hand, Paiwa contemplated that muscular butt, an idea forming in his head. Koro DID offer to be his mare, didn't he? That puffy tail star had to feel like heaven, and Koro's oral expertise showed that he was a natural at taking cock. Fuck it. He was tired of suppressing himself. He'd broach the subject after another round in that heavenly throat.