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The last bit of sunlight chased down in bands that spilled over Richter's large body as he stretched out with his shoulders resting against the back of a tree. The large black stallion was handsome with the cut of his muzzle and the curve of his proud neck as he tucked his chin down. Kierlan sprawled out against his lap with his arms crossed beneath the back of his head and his upper back pillowed on the powerful upper muscles. It was a day that he likely should have been working on one of his art projects, but at the moment he just enjoyed the peaceful sound of the birds twittering and the slight hint of coolness on the air. Soon it would be winter and the last bit of warm fall days would fade away into memory. They were meant to be enjoyed. They were meant to relax in. Most especially he enjoyed the feel of Richter's hand resting right along the curve of his belly.

"Mmm we need more days like this." The tawny lion sighed out and ran his claws along his brother's forearm lightly.

"We really do." Richter's voice was thick with the edge of sleep. The big stallion leaned down and the lion felt a light brush of the arched muzzle bumping against his cheek. "Glad I could drag you away from your art."

"Mmhmm.." Kierlan licked his lips and dipped his nose down to give a playful kiss against the arch of Richter's nose. "This is a perfect day."

"Yeah it is." Richter's fingers moved to rub along the back of his neck, it was a gentle massaging tug that had him relax and nearly melt. The big colt always knew the best places to pet on him. "Though I didn't just getcha out here to sleep you lazy cat."

"Ack! Don't tickle there!" Kierlan jerked up as fingers danced behind his knees. "I hope you aren't planning on bending me over in the leaves."

"I'm not THAT crass!" Richter tickled only a few moments more before his fingers slipped away. "I just.. wanted to talk to you about something and errrm... well see what you thought about it. I know you're starting to be okay with us. I mean you know, you and me.. doing stuff."

"Yeah.." Kierlan felt his ears darken just a touch and he suppressed the urge to squirm.

It was still strange to think about their relationship and how it had formed. At times he was unsure about what it meant, but no matter what he wasn't going to regret it. He'd enjoy it while he had it and savor the fact that his brother loved and wanted him. He blossomed under that love. It made him feel as if he were walking on a cloud. The emotions were almost addictive and they always left him with his belly feeling warm. For the first time since he'd hit his teen years he felt as if he was loved and adored, he felt as if he were needed and wanted. He felt... wonderful. He tilted his head up and his expression softened as he looked up into the warm eyes of his brother.

"Well, I've been.." Richter gave him a slightly nervous smile as the fingers trailed down to play against Kierlan's bare chest. ".. wondering if you'd like to do something more about it."

"I thought we've already been doing a lot about it." Kierlan lifted his head up a bit and curled his lip up in a smile. "Or are you thinking about something else?"

"Oh, well.." The colt blustered a little bit. "I was thinking, that perhaps you'd like to do something more with more than just me. You know how much I care about you and you know how I feel about you. All of you." Richter's fingers flickered down a little bit lower until they teased against the edge of his mane. "I just want you to know that I'm not the only one that enjoys how you're made. I think you should know that you are beautiful to more than just me."

Kierlan wrinkled up his lips a little bit and gave a delicate snort at that. "You're not fixing me up with one of your friends are you? I.." He shifted a bit uncomfortably. "It's one thing for you to be so okay with it, but I don't think I could handle a stranger. It's.."

"I'm not thinking about you and a stranger, Kier, I promise." Richter kissed his forehead lightly. "I'd never risk you with someone I didn't know would care about you through and through."

"And I think I count as that..." Kierlan jerked his head up at the familiar voice before a pale white gold body padded from behind the small work shed near the tree lines. "At least I should hope so."

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Grant stared at his brothers with a mingling of embarrassment, unease and anticipation. The feelings mingled together into a ball in his stomach as he watched them from the safety of the shed. Richter had finally come clean, though it had been with quite a bit of blushing and confusion on his part. Siber had taken it with a grin that said he found amusing, Grant wasn't sure how he felt about it. He loved Kierlan and he loved Richter, he couldn't quite say he was against the fact that Richter was loving Kierlan as well. He had felt a bit odd at first, but the more the colt had talked about the situation the more he started to come to terms with it. He'd always known that his brother hid something, he always knew that there was something going on beyond just his need for privacy. Finding out about it had made a lot of things click.

The white gold lion felt guilty for always flaunting his lovers. He'd never realized that Kierlan had tried to find someone who would love him. He'd always assumed that his brother preferred to be on his own and that's how they left things. It wasn't his place to force himself into situations that made his twin uncomfortable, but that was before Richter had a quiet word with him. He felt his stomach tense up with guilt at what he'd unknowingly been doing. He wanted to make up for it. He wanted to make sure that his brother knew that he was loved and cared about. He felt a stab of guilt at not realizing that things were wrong earlier, but he had a chance to make up for it.

Kierlan jerked up in response to his voice and stared at him with a wide eyed expression that mingled shock and guilt together equally. Richter didn't make a move to hold him back, but Grant could see the faint shiver running down along the tawny body as Kierlan fought not to try and leave the situation behind. Grant had no intension of letting him run away or try to protest. There was no reason for their brother to feel ashamed! He deserved to know that he was loved by more than just the colt, he deserved to know that he was adored just the way he was. Grant was already trying to find a way to see about Siber's feelings on the matter.

"Grant.. I.." Kierlan started to search for an excuse, his eyes still too wide.

"Uh-uh, no excuses. You can blame Richter for being a greedy colt." Grant crouched down in front of his brother and reached out to brush a finger right along the muzzle. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

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Kierlan felt trapped at that one touch against the curve of his muzzle. The gentle touch sent a thrill down him, but the question made his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. He had a hundred different excuses on why he'd never said anything. He tried to formulate one as he stared into the intense eyes of his pale twin. The paw on his cheek shifted to cup his muzzle while he opened his lips and stammered out a half hearted reply. Richter's hand moved to wrap around his waist and the powerful young stallion's body formed an immovable wall behind him as Grant moved forward and brushed his lips against Kierlan's. Whatever he'd been trying to say was lost as he felt his brother's lips press against his in a chaste butterfly kiss.

"I love you, Grant. You shouldn't have hid how upset you were." Grant murmured when he leaned back. "And I'm going to show you that Richter isn't the only one that thinks you're handsome."

"I.. but.. like Richter and I?" He glanced back at the dark colt who flashed a grin of white teeth.

"Oh don't worry Kier." Richter nosed his shoulder. "I assure you, I'm also very selfish and would love to see both of you together."

"You mean.. but..." Kierlan stammered a bit more, his mind realizing exactly what the big colt meant.

"You like that word a lot, don't ya, Kierlan?" Richter shifted a hand down and slipped it right under his rump with a firm squeeze. "Stop stammering so much, and blushing."

"You two planned this!" The young lion found his voice and snapped the words out in a mock angry tone. "I can't believe you two have been planning this all along!"

"Ahh only by a few days." Grant dropped down to kneel on the grass next to him. "And, mmm, well I think you need to know Richter isn't the only guy who wants you."

"So he told you about..." Kierlan glanced down a bit.

He expected an affirmative or more talk, but Richter's hand on his rump suddenly gave him a playful push. The movement sent him tumbling and yelping protest as he half fell against Grant. The white gold paws caught him easily and he found himself being pushed over until he was laying flat on his back in the grass. The pale face grinned down at him as his brother's legs straddled his hips and the long tufted tail flicked and hit lightly against his lower legs. The gentle movements tickled his toes while he felt the firm weight keeping him pinned in place. The paws pressed against his chest to make sure that he couldn't get back up.

"Uh-uh. You're going to talk and get upset." Grant leaned down and licked the tip of his brother's nose with a rasping brush of his tongue. "And I think you've spent far too much time thinking about things and not enough time realizing how lovely you are. Something that I intend to fix."

"And just how do- HEY!" He yelled the next word as a pair of overly helpful black hands moved around Grant and unbuttoned the top of his pants. "And what? I don't get any say in the matter?" His attempt at an annoyed voice was lost with the laughter that bubbled up.

"Umm.. you can say a lot of things. I think most of them though are happy little moans." Grant chimed down at him and raised his hips up as Richter helped peel the pants down. The colt's head loomed over the smaller lion.

"You got me the other night in my room. Now I get to play pay back." The colt's laughter came in a short whicker. "Grant's just being helpful so I can watch you pair."

Kierlan wanted to say any number of things, but all that came out was a laugh at the inexpressibly smug expression on his face. The young stallion grinned down at him a bit before pulling back so that Grant could wiggle backwards. The pale gold feline leaned down and caught Kierlan's lips in a gentle kiss that was far less chaste then the first one. The lips lingered on his own and teased him with a hint of tongue that flicked out with a gentle swift stroke. The first touch on his lips brought an immediate response from Kierlan. He lifted his head up to meet the kiss with more eagerness then confusion. The normally shy lion caught the tongue between his own.

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Grant suppressed a grin when Kierlan kissed him back, and not with any hesitancy. The kiss was firm and searching. He forgot about Richter who had moved away, and instead concentrated on the warm feel of his brother beneath him and the sweet taste of the kiss. He worked his tongue out to lightly caress it over the other lions. His paws moved to stroke along the bare chest and curled just enough that his claws lightly stroked over the smooth thick fur. He teased all the way down until his fingers found the round nub of the nipple and gave it a gentle flicker with his finger tips. The response made Kierlan squirm beneath him and pull back from the kiss.

"So you've caught me, now what?" His normally shy brother grin as he asked the question.

"Oh you know what.." Grant flicked his tail back and forth and arched his back to kiss along the chest lightly. "You already know where this is going."

"Oh?" Kierlan tried to sound casual, but Grant could almost hear the excitement beneath it.

"Mmhmm.." Grant kissed down again and moved his hands to either side of Kierlan's body and his pushed up on his knees so he stood on all fours.

He briefly rolled his eyes up to see that Richter had taken up a post a little ways away and rested with his back against a tree. The cold's lips were twitched up in a smug smile, but Grant didn't let it distract him from what he wanted to do. He kissed and nuzzled his way down along the muscled curve of Kierlan's belly. He sometimes wondered how his brother kept in shape. He was always trapped up in his room painting, but his body never reflected it. Grant strokes his tongue out to drag along the firm six back with a flutter of his tongue and felt Kierlan shiver beneath him. He started to lick in firm strokes as he stepped backwards.

He kissed as he went, he brushed his lips along the smooth belly in gentle presses while moving ever lower. He stopped briefly to flick his tongue out to tickle the belly button and had the reward of Kierlan giggling a little bit and one of his brother's tawny paws moved down to hold his head as if ready to pull him away. He didn't continue the assault, his mind was on other things. He could see the tapered tip of Kierlan's cock slowly slipping free from its golden sheath. Grant kissed slowly down the lower portion of the belly until he was nearly brushing against the tip of the shaft that was straining up towards him. The inches were glistening as they rose higher in the air.

He knew from Richter what made Kierlan so shy about his own body, he had had it described to him briefly, but this was the first time he'd seen it. He'd seen his brother naked before, of course, but he'd always been in his sheath. Grant paused when the tip brushed his lower jaw and tilted his head down so that his next kiss gently pressed along the glans. He flicked his tongue out lightly and heard Kierlan cry out from above him as he stroked right along the line of barbs that ran around the edge. He shifted his weight to sit right over his brother's knees and looked up briefly to see the tawny head leaned back while he continued to lick his way down the hardening cock.

He didn't hesitate as he let the wet slick trail draw all the way down to the slightly swollen base. His tongue danced out lightly to curl around it, a gentle stroke that twisted about and gave it a gentle squeeze before working his way upwards. He worked with slow draws of his tongue tip until he came all the way to the barbed tip again and wrapped his lips around it. He cupped his tongue to hold the cock tip before swallowing downwards and pulling the first few inches into his muzzle. He moved a paw up and wrapped it right around the knot with a squeeze that made his brother let out a throatier cry before pushing another inch into his muzzle and then another.

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Kierlan arched his back and tried to stop his hips from bucking up into Grant's muzzle as the lion wrapped his lips around his cock tip and squeezed. It was hot and slick, with the slight rasping of the feline tongue that rolled along the underside. He moved his hands out a little bit and stretched them against the grass as his brother started to pull the inches into his muzzle. The hot slippery mouth caressed and stroked him until he lost the fight and gave a small buck upwards. The paw that wrapped round his knot was just an added pleasure as it gave a little squeeze before relaxing. The pressure was exactly what he liked.

He tried to find something to hold onto against the grass as the hot swirling mouth pushed down and then pulled up so that his barbs were raised up around his tip. He whimpered and leaned his head up to watch the white-gold head pushing down with every evidence of being pleased with exploring his brother. Kierlan was so distracted by the sight of the glistening lips sinking down towards his base that he nearly forgot Richter. He only remembered when he felt a pair of strong hands capturing his arms and pulling them up above his head to be pinned down against the grass. The large equine head leaned over him with a playful grin.

"Uh-uh, gotta hold still while Grant punishes you for not confiding in him." Richter whickered teasingly before leaning down to kiss him.

The moan that rose up in his throat was lost against the equine muzzle and the hot muzzle on his cock plunged downwards until he felt his tip slipping into the clutching throat. The mouth suckled and squeezed around him as precum bubbled up from his tip and was washed away by the rolling movements of the tongue. Grant seemed to know exactly what would set him off as the tongue shifted back and forth to tease his tip and raise the barbs up. The paw moved back up to wrap around the knot as the lion's head began to move up and down slowly along his girth. The slow movements teased his hardened flesh while he tried to buck his hips to drive himself in deeper.

His world was lost in Richter's hot kiss and the press of the equine tongue against his own. His larger brother swallowed his muffled moans and whimpers down while Grant worked him up into a fever pitch. He squirmed and twisted his hips as his brother pushed his head down until his cock tip pushed into the eager textured throat and the lips pushed right above his swelling knot before reaching up again. His toes curled as he pushed his head up to press harder against Richter's lips. The stallion's fingers squeezed and gently worked along his wrists as the lion felt his heart hammering against his chest and the world trembling around him.

It was exquisitely perfect, the hot mouth around him, the eager feel of Grant pushing down until his lips started to spread right over his knot. The lion's tongue flicked out and stroked over the round base before moving upwards again. It set him on edge and made him aware of the fact that he wasn't going to be able to hold off for long, not when the constant contractions of the muzzle were making him struggle to buck upwards into his brother's mouth.

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Grant rolled his eyes up just in time to see Richter leaning down to kiss Kierlan full on the muzzle. The stallion's tongue was obviously filling his smaller brother's mouth and the powerful hands were holding the tawny arms up above his head. The impassioned kiss came just as much from Kierlan as it did their brother and the sight sent a shiver of arousal through him. The dark colt's eyes were closed and concentrating entirely on the impassioned embrace and Grant distracted himself by pushing his head downwards again. His lips straining open as he pushed the cock tip so deep that he could feel it slipping into his throat.

Kierlan merged the best parts of feline and canine. He knew the barbs well, he knew how to flick his tongue up to tease under them and feel the skin being tugged just so. He knew how lovely it felt when someone worked his own barbs that way. He also knew how to tease the knot like he had on his boyfriend. He worked his lips down inch by inch, each time he pushed a bit more into his muzzle before pulling up again so as not to rush himself. He didn't want to choke trying to take something so large and thick into his throat. He pushed down again and this time he let the tip plunge inwards as his lips pushed down to kiss just above the swelling of the knot.

The next push spread his muzzle open wide as he started to push the knot into his mouth. The hot feel of watery precum jetted out against the back of his throat and he swallowed to suckle around the swollen red shaft. He could feel the pulses running through it before he heard a muffled cry from above him. He didn't open his eyes again, he concentrated on the slow steady movements of his muzzle pulling back up with a rasp of barbs along the roof of his mouth before pushing down again to wrap right around the base of the shaft. The knot swelled along his tongue as he gave a slow deliberate swallow that tugged over it.

Kierlan's hips jerked upwards in reaction before he pulled back again. The knot was swelling quickly and starting to grow bigger then he could comfortably fit in his muzzle. Grant shifted his paw down to wrap around it and squeezed with just enough pressure that he heard Kierlan cry out. He glanced up to see that his brother had pulled his lips away from Richter and was arching up. The entire dark red shaft pulsed along his muzzle as Grant started to move his head up and down in slow smooth bobs. He pulled and stroked right over the barbs so they were constantly stimulated. Pushing his brother closer and closer towards the edge with each stroke of his muzzle.

He was prepared when Kierlan's shaft pulsed along his tongue. He didn't pull away, instead he pushed his lips all the way down until he was pressing right above the apex of the knot. The cock twitched just before a hot stream of cum erupted from the tip and Kierlan's roaring cry echoed in his ears. With each pulse streams of seed splashed into his throat and Grant swallowed it down as quickly as it came. His muzzle milked and pulled it as he sprawled out over the legs that tried to push the hips up harder. It wasn't until the final hot splatter coated the back of his throat and tongue did he pull backwards. His tongue stroked just beneath the quivering barbs to illicit a squirming twist from his brother's hips.

"G-god.." Kierlan's breath came in short pants and Grant looked up as the tip pulled free of his muzzle. A small pearly strand of seed clung to it until he licked it off.

"And that's what happens when you don't tell us things." Richter's voice tried to sound severe instead of amused.

"Mmm indeed.." Grant purred up at his brothers and gave the still hard cock another stroke of his tongue so that Kierlan arched up.

"Fine fine!" Kierlan yelped out as the lick ran along his shaft. "S-stop that, lemme get my breath back.."

"Oh do we have too?" Richter looked down at their brother and Grant chortled.

"You just want a turn next." Grant stretched out so that he sprawled his full length over the legs. "But since I did all the hard work, I think that should be me."

"All I got was a kiss!" Richter snorted back at him. "That's hardly what I would call work either, you had fun down there."

"Still work." Grant licked his lips with a flick of his long red tongue. "And besides, you two have been having fun all this time and I haven't had a chance."

"Well if you want to argue that, then Kierlan hasn't had nearly enough fun. You've had me and Siber!" Richter grinned as they bantered. "Besides we can always-"

"Guys... I don't think.." Kierlan's voice was still panting, but there was a slight hint of fear to it. "Something's wrong. Something doesn't feel right." Panic crested in his voice.

"What the hell?!" Richter's voice echoed the panic as the stallion jerked back and stared down at his smaller brother in shock. Grant could only echo the sentiment as he scrambled back from Kierlan's legs.