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"You're hurting my arm." Thaine flexed his biceps against Zander's squeezing fingers to separate them, and Zander let go.

"Sorry," he muttered without really meaning it. The twin wolves across the room held sway over his attention more than his own brother, and while that might not have irritated another set of twins, it irritated Thaine as the older brother. Why, he didn't know, only that it irked him.

"Yeah, right."

Zander turned and looked up, their snouts almost touching. "I am too. It's just that...look at them."

How could Thaine not look? Ethan and Evan were the centerpiece in the room, surrounded by fans and well-wishers congratulating them on their soccer team's big win. Exactly what they won--and why it was important--escaped the older zebra, but Zander was a rabid fan of the team...and the twins, even more so.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone over to flirt with them yet."

"Are you kidding?" Zander's voice was so affected it was almost painful. He only sounded like this when he was trying to seduce someone. Anyone. He used it on Thaine every so often, when he resisted, and though it didn't always work it helped. Thaine still wasn't used to...their relationship, what it had become. But he wasn't uncomfortable enough not to slide under Zander's raised tail, its seemingly default state some days.

Grinning, the older zebra slugged his brother lightly. "You can't be chicken. You won the tickets, you obsessed about this for days, and you spent two hours deciding what to wear." Which didn't amount to much: sleeveless shirt, cutoff shorts and lots of stripes showing. Practically naked next to Thaine's polo and boot-cut jeans.

"Yeah, but they're right there. I need some more courage. Where's the punch? I hope they didn't run out of rum..." And just like that, Zander was off to the refreshment table at the other end of the room, distracted but not enough to keep him from consciously raising his tail as he went.

Thaine rolled his eyes and took a swig from his red cup. While the punch itself wasn't spiked, the bowl shared space with a myriad of liquor bottles, one of which Zander was taking great joy in pouring at the moment. Didn't that boy know about the graduated lines on the Solo cups? Either that or he just didn't care. Probably the latter, knowing him.

With nothing much to do, since he was Zander's plus-one, the zebra leaned against the wall and people-watched. First the twins and the crush of fans fawning over them (though the novelty was wearing off for the most part), then the split-off groups. Die-hard soccer geeks here, uninterested parties like himself over there, and a few groupings of those who likely knew each other before this party.

Thaine hid his snout in his cup to mask a yawn.

"I assume you got dragged here too?" came a silken voice from his right. This voice belonged to a vixen whose orange eyes smoldered like a pair of embers in her head. "I don't even like soccer, but my stupid brother's as rabid as they come." She took a sip through her straw, lips delicately pursed.

Why not? he thought.

"Older or younger?"

"My brother? Older," said the vixen. Her tail swept to and fro, brushing against Thaine's with just the barest hint of sensation. Still, he bristled.

"Younger. You'd think those twins were God's gift to the sport."

"Omigod, I know, right?" The words were out of the vixen's muzzle so fast they almost blended together. Most likely this girl was at least buzzed on punch. Thaine hadn't smelled it before, but now it was unmistakable. Fruit-forward with a rum chaser. "I can't wait til he gets his jollies so we can just go home."

Across the room, Zander had worked his way through the crowd, striking up conversation after conversation on his way to the wolves. Nearly everyone he bumped into he touched in some way, whether it was a hand on a shoulder or a set of deft fingertips along a tail base. What a slut.

"Same here," the zebra practically growled, pointing. "Maybe Zander over there should just strip off and bend over, you know? He's had enough punch by now; shouldn't be hard."

The vixen squeezed his forearm with an appreciative hum. She'd sidled up close enough to make Thaine minorly uncomfortable and tingly at the same time. "Ah, he's one of those. Reggie likes Atlantica U like crazy, but not team-fucking crazy. Though I admit it's nice seeing all these athletes in one place. Well, for me."

"Lucky you."

"Maybe. Name's Zelda." Zelda's tail swished up over Thaine's rump, tickling along the length of his own tail. He could smell her perfume, but it barely hid what lay underneath. He couldn't help the plumping in his jeans. Pheromones were pheromones.

"Thaine."

"Though you've got more of the football thing going on. I mean regular football, not soccer football." She squeezed his biceps again. "You play? Quarterback?"

Zander had made his way to the twins, and--miracles of miracles--they were actually talking to him. He couldn't tell who was Ethan and who was Evan, but one wolf was laughing while the younger zebra had an arm around the other. They looked like old friends Zander's hand moved its way down the wolf's jersey and rested just above his tail. Thaine's jeans got very uncomfortable.

And that was before Zelda put her paw there. Barely able to restrain a bark, Thaine looked over at the vixen to see raw lust in her eyes. The smolder had turned to a bonfire.

"All of that can't possibly be for me," she said, running her fingers lewdly along the tube growing out to the side. "And all you're doing is watching your brother flirt with some wolves. What's that about?"

"None of your business," Thaine grumbled through gritted teeth. And it wasn't, either, but he'd basically given himself away already. The wolves weren't unattractive, just...with Zander at the moment.

"You sure?" Zelda continued. "Me 'n Reggie are reeeeally close. Kinda why I'm done with this party and wanna go home." Little droplets of spittle landed on Thaine's arm. She squeezed him again, a good portion of his hidden shaft, but he pushed her paw away with difficulty. "You know why they call me Zelda?"

Thaine grimaced inwardly. "Search me."

"Because I'm legendary."

"You've had a lot to drink," he tried. "Maybe you should go sit down." At this Zelda got up real close to one flicking ear.

"I should," she oozed. "Right down on your--" But she yipped and seemed to shrink back when he turned and snorted at her, not caring who saw or heard, not even Zander.

Despite the urge to yell, he kept his voice low. "I'm not like that." Well, he was, but a hole was a hole, and tailholes won out over pussy.

"Alright, guy," Zelda said, affecting an annoyed tone to cover her fear, which didn't bring her ears any more forward. "You seemed to like it plenty, but fine, I'm down with gay guys." Thaine caught the words too late to correct her; she had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Fuck." No matter. He'd never see her again anyway. He hoped. Turning away from the room, he shoved a hand into his jeans to adjust his flagging erection, which didn't do much except move the bulge around. No wonder so many equids wore baggy pants.

Watching Zander and the twins from afar, he downed the last of his punch with a sour face, the remainder an awful diluted swill. A sudden horrible thought occurred: what if Zander and the wolves ended up slipping off to a bedroom? What the hell would he do then, with no one to talk to and a vixen to avoid?

He didn't think the twins were that way, but then again he hardly knew them. And Zander practically had a hand in either's loose shorts.

He's going to embarrass me, or get us kicked out, he thought, though neither was likely to happen. Yet he still strode across the room, tossing his cup as he passed a garbage can.

Grabbing the arm that wasn't around a lupine waist or rubbing a flat belly, he shoved his muzzle to Zander's ear: "I need to talk to you."

"What's up?" Zander asked. The wolves stared up at Thaine.

"He's even taller up close. God, those arms..." one of them said.

"Forget the arms," answered the other, looking much lower.

Before his blush crawled up to his cheeks, Thaine said, "Please excuse us" and yanked his brother bodily into the nearest hallway. Choosing a door, hoping the room wasn't already occupied, he pushed Zander through and slammed it. The thing must have been busted because it slid back halfway.

"That was rude," Zander began, but Thaine shoved him to the bed before he could continue. "Hey! The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Me? What about you?" he retorted, pointing stiffly. "I know you're a fan and all, but do you really need to...to flirt with them? You were practically drooling!"

Zander's features clouded. "Uh, bro, they're drool-worthy, unless you put some invisible blinders on or something." He sported a fair bit of wood himself. How typical.

"I had some drunk vixen hitting on me. I could have used your help getting rid of her."

"What?" Zander smiled lopsidedly. "Thaine, pushing away an opportunity? What's the hardon for, then? Me and the twins?"

"Shut up. She was touching me."

"While you were watching me, I bet."

Thaine didn't reply. And that was a mistake, because a drunk Zander was a horny Zander, even without his heroes around. And Zander being zander, the younger zebra leaned forward and popped the top button of Thaine's jeans.

"No. You're not pulling that shit here." Yet he didn't move. Why wouldn't his legs move? Without another word Zander popped the remaining four buttons and yanked the jeans, and underlying boxers, to his knees. A good foot of mostly-hard black dick flopped out into the air.

"Yummy," mumbled Zander, licking around the crown for emphasis. "And leaky already."

Again Thaine tried to push away, and again his body refused to move. No way would an erection of that caliber go down on its own. He looked toward the door, listening to the din beyond. A bathroom stood between this room and the party proper, so the chances of anyone barging in were nil unless he or she had similar plans, in which case no harm no foul.

And Zander already had his lips wrapped around the first three inches. Served him right, for being such a party slut. He couldn't deny it felt good. Holes were holes, after all.

"Be quiet," he said, and his younger brother slid down another six inches, that well-practiced gullet a soft slick sleeve on his shaft. Thaine couldn't help a grunt.

With one hand Zander held him at the medial ring, with the other cupped his white balls and rolled them around, pulling gently every so often, each time gaining an extra thrust. They had fooled around plenty, first after Zander's instigation and then more as Thaine got used to the whole "brother thing." Though Thaine never felt gay plowing either of his Zander's holes, he didn't know what gay was supposed to feel like anyway. If it felt like his cock deep down a throat or under a tail, then gay just plain felt good.

Every ten seconds or so, Thaine would think he heard someone coming down the hallway and glance back, ruining his train of thought. If they were supposed to be quick, this wasn't the way to do it. Still, he took his time feeding Zander the same seven inches over and over again, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling and the wet sounds of spittle on skin. Eventually Zander lost everything below the waist and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking himself in time.

A loud pop caused them both to jump. Laughter followed, along with shouts of "Job opening!" Someone had shattered something glass. Thaine's heart danced in his throat.

"Fuck this," he muttered. "Get off."

Zander looked positively crestfallen. "Oh come on, they're taking care of it in there."

"Not that. Get on the bed so I can finish this up."

"You mean it?" the younger zebra asked with dinner-plate eyes.

"Get up there!" Thaine whisper-yelled. Zander stepped out of his pants and shucked off his shirt. Thaine suddenly felt overdressed and did the same. In case of stains, he told himself.

He didn't know why, but the sight of Zander on all fours, tail raised and presenting, took his breath away. No, that particular euphemism sounded too lovey-dovey. Certainly a lump formed in his throat when he saw that tight black hole, always ready for plowing. The fluttering of anticipation, the edgy sensation of being naughty, and the fact that Zander was always okay with it.

Fluffing himself to keep hard, Thaine looked around furtively.

"Here," Zander said, tossing him a travel-sized bottle of Pjur silicone.

"You carry this around with you?"

"You never know. Especially with those wolves out there. I was hoping."

With no need for a reply, Thaine laid down a line of lube from flare to balls, slathering it around the underside while mixing in what pre he'd leaked. When he climbed up behind Zander to wipe the excess onto his hole, he paused.

"You pre-lubed yourself."

"They're cute, Thaine! They're my heroes!" Zander whined, winking from behind at the same time because he knew Thaine would see.

"You're incorrigible. Just brace yourself." With one more glance over his shoulder, he rubbed his wide head around Zander's ring before pushing in, sliding with little resistance. If Zander had practiced with a toy earlier this afternoon it wouldn't surprise him. Familiar hot softness enveloped him, relaxing even in their precarious position.

"Ah-ahhhhh, God, that's so good..." Zander moaned, softly, so he didn't need reprimanding. "I can take it."

"I know." Thaine fed another six inches, watching the flesh spread to accommodate his ring. Grabbing his brother's shoulders, he went the rest of the way in a single thrust, holding the smaller body in place as Zander jerked in surprise. He surveyed the scene before him and found himself grinning.

Zander looked back, a shadow of reticence on his muzzle. "Jeez, you don't have to be rough, you know."

"You don't know the meaning of rough." A fold of stripey hide in each hand, he withdrew a bit and pushed back in. He felt resistance on his cockhead, then a folding back while Zander cried out airily.

"Oh my God, you're in my freakin' intestines!"

"You want me to take it out?"

"No!"

Thaine let the sphincter close back up, electing not to impale Zander too hard. But he made a mental note to try again, when they had more time and privacy. He stabilized himself holding on to Zander's hips and settled into a moderate humping. Now he did close his eyes, not only to concentrate on the feeling of his brother's hole but also to listen for errant partygoers who might sneak into the hallway for one reason or another. The open door still bothered him, but he couldn't do anything about it now.

Zander went down onto his elbows, which spread his ass wider and tightened everything where their bodies met. He started several sentences but clipped them short, out of respect for Thaine's dislike of dirty talk during sex. Normally he would tease in a joking way, but Thaine was glad they both understood the need for speed.

Propping himself with one arm, Thaine snaked a hand under Zander's belly and felt for his cock, which wasn't difficult at all to find. It stuck out a good nine inches, slender, hard as the proverbial rock, and leaking onto the bedspread. Oops. Zander let out several gasps as his big brother fluttered fingertips over the flesh, finally gripping solidly and stroking with confidence.

"God, do it Thaine."

"I'm trying." Zander bore down and clamped almost painfully around Thaine's shaft, setting his nerves afire and quickening his hips. The older zebra tried for a quicker pace, and it helped a little, but the sensation had plateaued. Even Zander's hand on his balls, pulling their sacs together, helped only a little.

A noise from behind sent Thaine's heart into his throat. His hips faltered, making Zander whine and take up the motion from his end. But this time they were caught--by a pair of wolves staring through the doorway.

Still, he didn't stop.

One of the twins stared openly, tongue out and massaged his exposed cock, which hung above the pulled-down elastic of his shorts. His brother (Thaine still couldn't tell them apart) watched over the other's shoulder, massaging a sizeable lump while whispering in his brother's ear. Thaine met their eyes, and when they didn't move he sped up his humping. Zander liked that.

If anyone were to catch them, this was probably the best possible situation.

He's huge! said the rear twin.

They both are, replied the other. Then they both looked directly at Thaine and smiled.

Do it, they mouthed in unison. Breed him.

And instead of getting anxious and blushing like he normally would, he started spasming and grunting, never taking his eyes off the wolf twins at the door. Only when his balls pulled up tight and the first volley splashed into Zander did he close his eyes and concentrate on maximizing his climax.

"Oh yeah, Thaine, fuck!" Zander panted. "Shit, I can feel it!" He held still while the older zebra plowed full-on, the knowledge of the twins staring at them from behind heightening the feeling. His ears were already plastered back so he heard the whispered exclamations from the wolves, accompanied by soft fapping. About six shots later he let out the breath he'd been holding, turning it into a barking whinny. Spittle painted Zander's arched back, and Thaine's hand felt every pulse of his brother's climax into the bed.

Oops again. It was worth the drycleaning bill.

A washcloth came up under Zander's tailhole, and Thaine opened his eyes to see one of the wolves standing next to the bed. "To minimize the damage," he said. "I've seen hoofers fuck before. Impossible to keep it tidy."

"Oh, holy shit, they were watching!" Zander exclaimed. "I'm so embarrassed..."

"I would think that would make you hotter," Thaine said.

Another paw held Thaine's sac and caressed his empty balls, not helping aside from feeling good. The wolf to his right continued, "Pull on three?" They counted and Thaine flopped out, with nary a drop of cum spilled beyond what had already fallen.

The wolves stood back while Thaine stood to wipe off before handing Zander the cloth to do the same to his abused backside. One of the wolves stepped forward, extending a paw. "Ethan."

Thaine shook it. "And that's Evan. Now I finally know, heh. Don't hold it against me if I forget again."

"We're used to it," Evan said. "Zander, you didn't mention you had an older brother."

"A bigger brother," Ethan added.

Zander studied the floor. "Usually when I introduce Thaine they end up gawking at him. It wasn't worth it."

"Well, we saw him across the room and figured he was yours. We didn't fall all over him, did we?"

"No."

The wolves came up to Zander from each side and hugged him. "We'd like to get to know the both of you. We already said you seemed fun, and sneaking off to fuck on a stranger's bed is pretty fun."

"Yeah...yeah, it is," Zander admitted.

"I can't disagree," Thaine said.

"We should hang out sometime," they said in unison. "You have our info already, right Zander?"

Having regained most of his composure, Zander muttered, "Yeah. That'd be nice."

"He'll be more excited when the mortification's worn off," Thaine chuckled, surprised at his own lack of embarrassment. "Dinner? After dinner?"

"Either or," one wolf said. "Or both."

"It's a date. Nice meeting you two. Soccer's not my thing, but..." he trailed off with a wave

One of the wolves smiled. "We understand. Different strokes." Thaine had already forgotten who was who, but he'd learn.

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