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"Where is Trear!?" hissed Dominic, pacing around backstage nervously.

Watching the red panda wearing a groove into the floor, Chet rolled his eyes.

"Would you fucking relax already?" said the big wolf, adjusting the straps of the harness he was wearing, the leather pulled tight across his barrel chest. "You know what your brother's like. He'll be here when he wants to."

"He's not gonna miss the show," added Klein, idly tuning his bass guitar one last time. "Not one this important. Got too much riding on this for him to risk fucking it up."

Dominic turned towards the salmon. "Which is why he should be here! Why am I the only one worried about this!?"

"Because you're the only one here that's that uptight."

Dominic rounded on his brother as Trear walked through the door, his casual strolling a stark contrast to the anxious attitude of his older brother. Of course, that wasn't the only difference between them. Dominic was easily the most clean-cut of the group, his jeans and the t-shirt pulled tight across his muscular chest by far the least revealing outfit any of them was wearing. The only similarity to his younger brother was the single gold loop in his right ear.

Trear, on the other hand, looked every bit the punk rocker his band's image would imply. He'd let his fur grow out into a scruffy beard, unlike his brother's well-trimmed coat. The two gold loops in his left ear wear a match for the piercings in his nipples, clearly visible through the mesh tank-top he wore, along with some jeans artfully shredded at the knees.

"Where the fuck have you been!" snapped Dominic.

"Getting ready," replied Trear, cupping himself through his jeans. He was clearly half-hard, the impressive bulge of his cock stretching out his crotch and the top of one leg where he'd pinned his dick in place. The red panda never wore underwear, which also meant that those tight jeans showed off every twitch of his cock.

"Please tell me you weren't out fuccking some groupy."

"Course not, never before a show," said Trear, tossing something at his brother. "By the way, you might want this back."

Dominic's cheeks went red when he realized he'd just caught one of his own jockstraps, the smears of precum on it bearing his brother's unmistakable scent.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop stealing my jocks!?"

Trear laughed, grabbing his guitar and slinging it on.

"Never gonna happen; not while you keep smelling so good."

Twirling his drumsticks and adjusting his own tight leather jock, Tamakin laughed. "You're the only guy I know that likes huffing his own brother's jocks," said the tanuki.

"For fuck sake, would you all focus!" exclaimed Dominic, trying to divert attention away to literally anything else. "Do you know how hard I had to work to get you this gig? And Trear, I'm your big brother and your fucking stage manager! You think maybe you could at least pretend to take this seriously?"

"Breathe, Dominic." Trear smirked. "If you're really getting this worked up, guess we'll just have to work out some of the energy after the show. Wouldn't want you popping a blood vessel."

Dominic recognized the look in his brother's eyes, and so did the rest of the band, grinning and nodding knowingly to each other. But before Dominic could respond, the MC came on over the speakers.

"Alright everybody, time to make some noise for our next act - Radiator Uproar!"

Any chance Dominic had to rip his brother a new one went up in smoke as the band took the stage, leaving the big red panda standing backstage, hurriedly stuffing his jock into his pocket before anyone else noticed. Just because the band knew what the brothers got up to didn't mean he needed the rest of the world to know. Before the last show, they'd nearly gotten busted when Trear had pulled Dominic to an secluded area backstage and pushed him down on his knees before stuffing his cock in the other man's mouth for a pre-show blowjob.

Despite himself, Dominic couldn't help but feel himself getting hard. Something that only got worse when he looked out at the stage as his brother sang, the red panda's tight jeans highlighting his firm ass, and the large bulge in front as well. Made more prominent by the fact Trear never wore underwear, so there was nothing else to obscure the details of the red panda's body.

It was those thoughts, and the memories of some of the other activities the pair had gotten up to that kept Dominic occupied until the set was over, and the band left the stage to cheers and thunderous applause. Tamakin was even twirling a girl's top he'd snatched from the stage when she threw it at the band.

"Now that's what I'm fucking talking about!" said the tanuki, tucking his drumsticks behind an ear. "That was the best god damn show we've ever had!"

"Fuck yeah it was! I feel like celebrating," said Trear. With a grin, he slapped Dominic on the ass, surprising the other male and making him yelp. "What do you say, big bro? Wanna help me work off some steam?"

The rest of the band chuckled knowingly as Dominic's face burned. Especially with the way Trear was openly groping the other red panda's ass.

"Trear! Couldn't you at least pretend like you aren't getting off on embarrassing me in front of the band? I'm your manager for fuck sake!"

Trear laughed. "I think they've heard and seen what we get up to a few too many times to bother with shit like that, manager." He leaned closer, growling in that way that made Dominic's knees go weak. "And I don't see you pulling away." To make his point, he squeezed his brother's ass again, slipping his hand up to tease beneath his waistband.

"Trear..."

The punk panda hooked an arm around his brother's waist. "Come on, let's go back to the hotel. I feel like celebrating."

"Have fun you two," said Tamakin as Trear led Dominic away. "Cause fuck knows we will! Come on boys, let's go find some groupies."

Trusting the stage crew to secure their gear, Trear led Dominic out of the club and hailed them a cab. Sure, they could have walked back to the hotel, but it was a further walk than the punk panda was willing to make right then. The longer it took to get back to their room, the longer he had to wait before getting his brother naked and getting to have his fun. The door to the cab had barely shut before Trear was all over Dominic, pulling the other man into a kiss as the car pulled away from the curb. The otter cabbie certainly seemed to be enjoying the show of the punk rocker groping the big guy's crotch while he drove, Dominic's whines of need competing with Trear's growls of lust. By the time they pulled up in front of the hotel and headed inside, Trear was pleased to see the cabbie's hand working at his zipper as he drove away, no doubt to find a quiet spot to work off some of the tension in his pants.

Dominic managed to keep Trear under control long enough to get in the elevator, but the moment the door was closed the younger man pushed him against the wall and shoved his tongue in his mouth, using his thigh to press the bulge in Dominic's pants, making the older male moan. Even knowing that there was almost certainly a security camera in the elevator and they'd be giving them a bit of a show, Dominic kissed him back, his hands curling down to grab his brother's ass and pull him closer. Now that they were essentially alone, there was no real point in trying to deny his enjoyment. Especially since Trear would see through any protests for the total bullshit that they were; just a failed attempt at maintaining some kind of professionalism in front of the band, even though they all knew exactly what the two of them were about to do.

"You're pretty damn lucky, you know that?" said Trear, gnawing on his brother's neck.

"Uff...oohhh... And why is that?"

"I waited 'til we got back to the room to fuck your brains out," said Trear. "Just think about the encore we could have given them if I dragged your ass out on stage and fucked you in front of everybody."

Dominic whimpered, a wet spot growing in his pants as he pictured it, knowing that if he could get away with it Trear would absolutely do exactly what he was saying. His younger brother had an exhibitionist streak, and teasing Dominic's more reserved nature was a source of endless fun for Trear.

Before he could say any more, the elevator slowed to a stop and the door slid open. Trear walked out into the hall, not caring one bit if anyone saw the way his erection was pinned against his leg, while Dominic did his best to hide the wet spot in the front of his pants. He hurried into the room they were sharing, latching the door securely behind them, the do not disturb sign swinging from the knob as it shut. By the time Dominic turned around, Trear had already kicked off his pants and was pulling the mesh top over his head, leaving him standing in the middle of the room looking like the punk god of sex.

"On your knees, big bro," said Trear, slowly stroking his dripping cock as he eyed Dominic up and down. "I want to feel that mouth of yours on my dick."

Despite being the older brother, Dominic couldn't help but obey when Trear talked like that. And seeing his brother naked and hard erased any thoughts from his mind that didn't involve that glorious cock.

Getting to his knees before the other red panda, Dominic noted as he always did how similar and yet different his brother's cock was from his own. Though they were basically the same size, Trear had made some... modifications to his manhood. Namely, the sheath piercing and the piercings that ran up the length of his shaft, the gold glinting against his skin, which was an alluring, mouthwatering pink just begging to be sucked.

And that's exactly what Dominic did. Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed his brother's cock until his nose was pressed into the other panda's fur, and that meaty cock was stuffing his throat. Dominic gulped around his brother's prick several times, milking it with his throat in that way that always made Trear's toes curl. Slowly pulling back, he teased the piercings with his tongue, knowing how much his brother liked having them played with. Almost as much as he liked grabbing the kneeling male's head and fucking his face, which he did with abandon and without warning, laughing at the way he could still make his brother gag when he fucked his throat.

When Dominic pushed away to catch his breath, Trear pulled his dick from his brother's mouth, watching him couch and gasp for breath. Deciding to have some fun, Trear took hold of his cock, playfully slapping his brother's cheeks with it, smearing precum over his face and matting his fur.

"Don't act like you don't love it," said Trear, tapping his brother on the nose, drowning the kneeling male in his scent. "But you better get back to it. If you don't get me off soon, I'm taking you out to the elevator and fucking you for everyone to see. Let them see what a slut my brother is for my cock." He smirked down at Dominic's blushing face. "Unless of course you can convince me to stay here and enjoy having you all to myself."

Dominic knew his brother would do it, too. Trear's exhibitionist streak had nearly gotten them into trouble several times. But even so, Dominic couldn't deny that his cock throbbed at the thought of being caught bending over for his little brother. Groaning, he swallowed Trear's cock again, eagerly bobbing up and down, his hands moving up to fondle the red panda's large sac as it slapped against his chin. It didn't take long before Trear's head rolled back, his hips thrusting forward as he buried his dick down his brother's throat and fed him his load. Of course, he wasn't letting Dominic off that easy; halfway through he pulled back, firing a few shots over his brother's face, leaving his fur sticky with cum that dripped down onto his shirt.

"Damn that was good," panted Trear, wiping his leaking tip over his brother's lips. "But we're not done yet. I've got another load in me, and I think we both know where it needs to go."

Getting unsteadily to his feet, Dominic started to get undressed. Trear was happy to watch the red panda strip, even letting him take a moment to wipe off his face with his shirt. It wasn't like a little more cum was going to make it any worse. But as Dominic lowered his pants, he yelped in surprise when Trear pushed him over onto the bed, grabbing his brother's jeans and yanking them off, leaving the older male laid out in nothing but a badly tented jockstrap. Dominic started to roll over, but Trear held him on his stomach, getting to his knees behind him.

"Fuck, look at that ass," said Trear, giving his brother's rear a playful slap. Dominic was muscular with a slight gut, and that same build was reflected in his ass; strongly built but with just enough padding for him to enjoy a good hard fucking. His finger traced the tribal tattoo just above Dominic's tail, making his big brother shiver. "Let's get you ready for the main event."

Dominic gasped as Trear spread his cheeks and shoved his muzzle beneath his tail, hungrily working his tongue over and into the big man's pucker, getting him slick and stretched for what was coming next. Dominic's tail was lashing back and forth, his tongue lolling out as Trear ate his ass, yelping whenever his brother slapped his ass, leaving his rear stinging in the best way. Soon, Trear got to his feet, pushing Dominic all the way onto the bed and climbing up behind him, yanking on his tail to get his brother's ass in the proper position for a good, hard fuck.

Trear lined himself up, thrusting forward and down until he'd bottomed out inside his brother. Dominic's head snapped up, but Trear was quick to shove him back down.

"Head down, bro. And keep that tail up. I want to watch you take every inch I've got."

Shuddering at the sensation of once again being stretched so wide and deep, Dominic curled his tail over his back as Trear grabbed his jockstrap, using the bands like handles as he pulled back then thrust forward, guiding his brother's beautiful ass back to meet him and setting into a steady pace. He was glad he'd thought to latch the door, otherwise he was sure the noises they were both making would probably have someone come bursting in to see who was making all the racket. Instead, he could enjoy getting fucked without any interruptions.

Trear was in heaven. Watching his brother's ass bounce every time he bottomed out was better than any drug. Especially when he hilted himself and ground his hips against Dominic's rump, grunting when the other red panda squeezed down on him like a vice. Bending down to lay over his brother's back, Trear really opened up, jackhammering Dominic's tailhole and reaching around to squeeze his cock through his jockstrap, feeling how soaked the fabric was with precum.

"Yeah, you like that don't you?" growled Trear, his balls slapping against Dominic's. "You like having my big dick up your ass. Tell me you love it."

"I-I love it," whined Dominic, moaning at a particularly hard hit to his prostate. "It's so good... so gooo-mmphf!"

His words were cut off as Trear pulled him into a kiss, using his teeth to tease the other males lips as he gove Dominic everything he had, the bed creaking and bouncing with the force of his fucking.

Dominic was the first to reach his limit. All it took was one last hard squeeze of his cock to have him making a mess of his jockstrap as he came, soaking the pouch with his load. As his body spasmed around his brother's length, Dominic squeezed down on him, eager to share the pleasure with his brother. Trear growled loudly as he came, slamming home under his big brother's tail, their sacs jumping against each other's as they came. Trear could feel his cum spilling out around his cock, running down his balls and adding to the mess beneath them; Dominic's jockstrap was nowhere near enough to stop the older male from making a mess of the bed.

As their orgasms started to fade, the adrenaline of the day left with it, and both men felt their strength leaving them, Trear collapsed on top of his brother, knowing that Dominic's strength was more than enough to take his weight. Curling his arms around the other man, Trear kept himself buried balls deep in Dominic, unwilling to let his cock leave the pleasant warmth of his brother's backside until he slipped back into his sheath.

Dominic was panting beneath him, his heart racing and vision blurry from the overload of bliss his brother had hit him with. They would both need a shower or three after this, and it would take more than a few washes to get his jockstrap cum-free. Housekeeping would probably have to burn the sheets. But it was worth it. As the pair drifted off to sleep, Dominic wondered if Trear would let him shower in peace to get cleaned up before they left.

Yeah. Like that was going to happen.