Knotted by Blood Chapter 4

Knotted by Blood

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

Disclaimer:

You've made it this far, so you know what's coming--things are about to get even hotter. This story is a work of pure fantasy, packed with explicit gay content featuring two wolf brothers pushing every boundary imaginable. If that's not your thing, or if you shouldn't be reading this kind of material (I'm talking to you under 18 and not allowed in your region folks), now's the time to back off.

Still with us? Perfect. Last chapter, Rowan couldn't keep himself from devouring his brother's jizz right off the countertop, and let's face it--you're dying to see where their bond takes them next. It's raw, it's messy, and it's only getting deeper.

If this story is making your sheath tight or your tail flick with anticipation, you're in the right place. And hey, if it left an impression, let me know--I'd love to hear what stuck with you. Don't forget to show some love to the Nifty Archive, too; they keep the den alive for stories like this.

Alright, enough talk. You're here for the wolves, so let's get to it.

🐾Chapter 4: Reflected Desire🐾

Callum closed the door behind him, his chest heaving with quick, deep breaths. The mix of emotions churning inside him was overwhelming--panic mingled with sharp horniness, pride wrestled with conflict, and an undercurrent of repulsion. He leaned against the door, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears, trying to process the storm of feelings.

His room was a vivid reflection of his chaotic inner state. Dirty clothes and worn underwear were scattered in heaps across the floor, surrounding an overflowing trash bin where a used condom peeked out--a reminder of last week's fling with a fox who had left her scent lingering on his sheets. Shoes and socks were strewn about, marking a haphazard trail from the door to his unmade bed, the sheets tangled and twisted from his restless sleep.

The air was thick with his own scent, a potent mix of his natural wolfish musk. It was a scent he was intimately familiar with, one that was fundamentally a part of him--raw and distinctly animal. He liked it, in a way; it was a primal marker of his identity. Yet, there was always that nagging doubt, a whisper of shame about its intensity, fearing it might be too much, too animalistic for anyone else to handle.

As Callum's breathing began to settle, his physical arousal became impossible to ignore. His sheath grew tight, the outline of his swelling shaft pressing insistently against the fabric of his boxers. A drop of pre-cum moistened the tip, making the fabric cling and his shaft ache as it began to peek out, demanding attention.

As Callum steadied himself against the door, his pulse still racing from the intense heat of what he'd just experienced. Caught in the mirror's reflection, he had seen Rowan watching him as he pawed off vigorously in the bathroom. Knowing his twin's eyes were on him had only fueled his arousal, making his strokes bolder, his moans louder.

He had been rough, his hand tightly gripping his thick shaft, furiously jerking himself as precum slicked his fur. When he couldn't hold back any longer, his load burst forth explosively. His cum had splattered across the counter, streaked the mirror, and dripped into the sink--marking the small, cramped space with the evidence of his unbridled lust.

In a moment of impulsive teasing, Callum had swiped his cum-coated finger across Rowan's lips, his smirk deepening as he watched Rowan's tongue dart out to taste him, a soft, broken moan escaping.

"I know you want to taste it," Callum had murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. "Go on. Lick your lips."

After challenging Rowan to "clean up my mess," Callum had stepped back, his heart pounding as he watched hidden from view. Rowan had approached the counter with an intense hunger, leaning forward and ravenously lapping up the thick, sticky fluid with a desperation that shocked Callum.

Seeing his brother so wantonly devour his cum, licking it straight off the countertop with fervor, had sent a conflicting rush of emotions through Callum. There was an undeniable surge of pride and a bizarre sense of dominance in knowing he could drive Rowan to such primal acts. Yet, there was also a twist of repulsion--not at Rowan, but at the dark thrill it gave him, a feeling that both unsettled and strangely excited him.

The scene had burned into Callum's mind, an indelible image of raw, animalistic need. Rowan's cheeks had been flushed with shame, but his eyes were alight with a satisfaction that was deeply provocative. It was clear now that Rowan's desires ran deep, disturbingly so, and Callum was left grappling with the revelation. How long had Rowan felt this way? How deeply were these forbidden desires rooted?

As Callum sank onto his bed, surrounded by the chaos of his untidy room, these questions churned inside him. He was both daunted and strangely drawn to the depth of Rowan's feelings, a mix of dread and an unsettling eagerness to explore further.

Callum paced his room, the chaotic state of his surroundings reflecting the tumult within him. He paused by the window, leaning against the sill as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind in his mind. It was undeniable now; he was drawn to Rowan in a way he hadn't anticipated, a realization that startled him.

Rowan is good-looking, sure. He looks just like me, except for those softer, more thoughtful amber eyes. But he's my twin, my best mate... my brother. The thought looped in his head, a mantra attempting to impose sanity on the maelstrom of his feelings.

He thought about their childhood, the countless days they spent inseparable. They'd camped in the backyard, the night air filled with their laughter and whispered secrets. They had been teammates in rugby, until Rowan had quit--one of the few things Callum had never understood, never pushed too hard to uncover why, respecting his brother's privacy. They roughhoused like wolves, playful and fierce, but Callum had always been protective, the one to throw an arm around Rowan when things got too intense.

He's not just my brother; he's my other half. I've always looked out for him... His mind flickered to the countless times he'd stood up for Rowan, the way he'd supported his artistic pursuits, even when their father had scoffed at them as impractical.

Callum's thoughts darkened, wrestling with the implications of what he'd witnessed--and instigated. His own arousal in response to Rowan's primal act was deeply unsettling. I'm bisexual, yeah. I've been with guys, girls... but Rowan? The confusion was palpable, the distinction between his sexual freedom and fraternal love blurring dangerously.

He rubbed a hand over his face, his fingers brushing against the stubble along his jaw. He's attractive because he looks like me, but that's not... It shouldn't be like this. His heart pounded with a mix of dread and an inexplicable thrill at the boundary they had edged over, pushed partly by his own actions.

The room felt stifling, too small to contain the enormity of his turmoil. How long has he felt this way? Was this why he quit rugby? To avoid me? Because of this... this thing between us?

Callum's mind raced, piecing together past interactions with a new, unsettling perspective. Have I been so blind to his struggles? Was I too caught up in my own experiences to see his pain?

He sank onto the edge of his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. The scent of his own musk, usually a comforting presence, now seemed to mock him with its intensity. Am I to blame for this? For pushing him until he broke?

The realization that he might have unwittingly nurtured Rowan's forbidden desires left him feeling both protective and profoundly disturbed. This isn't just about me figuring out my own shit. It's about taking care of Rowan, like I always have. But how do you protect someone from your own desires?

His gaze drifted to the condom from last week, a stark reminder of his own unbridled impulses. Is this what Rowan has been dealing with? This intensity of feeling... for his own twin?

The weight of his responsibility as Rowan's twin brother, protector, and now the unwitting focus of his desires felt overwhelming. I need to figure this out. Not just for me, but for him. Because no matter what, I can't let this destroy him... or us.

That impulsive kiss that had sparked everything lingered in his mind, a moment that had started as a teasing challenge and spiraled into something far more intense. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun... a test to see how far he'd go. His reflection in the mirror caught his eye--ruffled fur, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, evidence of his recent exertions and the depth of his inner conflict.

But damn, it felt good. Too good. The memory of Rowan's response, the way his body arched and trembled under Callum's touch, was vivid in his mind. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that had surprised him; it was the intense connection, the feeling of being deeply attuned to Rowan's desires. Is it so wrong to enjoy this? To want this?

His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. Rowan's been dealing with this much longer than I have. He's been in pain, hiding it all behind those quiet smiles and long hours spent alone with his sketches. The realization made Callum's chest tighten with a mix of guilt and newfound responsibility. He had always protected Rowan, from bullies when they were pups to emotional crises as they grew. Now, the nature of that protection had to evolve.

I can't let him suffer through this alone. Not when I'm the cause... and maybe the cure. Callum rose and paced, his claws clicking against the hardwood floor, each step punctuating his resolve. We've crossed a line. But maybe... maybe it's not about stepping back, but understanding where this line should actually be.

The idea of exploring this forbidden territory was daunting, yet there was an undeniable thrill to the thought. What if this isn't something to fix, but something to understand? Something that doesn't have to tear us apart but could bring us even closer? He paused, his reflection in the mirror now a symbol of his resolve.

If Rowan needs this--if he needs me in this way--I'll be there. Whatever this turns into, I won't let it hurt him. The decision brought with it a sense of relief, a decision to ride the wave of their unconventional desires, to see where it would lead without losing sight of the brotherly love and protection that had always defined their relationship.

Anything for my twin. Even this. Callum's eyes hardened with determination as he lifted his chin, ready to face whatever came next with the same fierceness with which he'd tackled every other challenge in his life. The line they'd crossed might blur the edges of right and wrong, but it sharpened his focus on what mattered most: Rowan's happiness and well-being.

Fortified by his decision, Callum's heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and raw arousal. Each step felt charged, the weight of his own growing excitement almost palpable as he adjusted the bulge in his pants--a stark reminder of the complex feelings swirling within him. He was ready to find out what was going on inside Rowan's mind, determined to support his twin, no matter what.

The room was uncomfortably still, the faint hum of the ceiling fan doing nothing to break the tension that had settled between them. Rowan sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the blank sketchpad in his lap. His claws flexed against the paper, but the page remained untouched.

It wasn't the sketchpad keeping him distracted. It was him.

Callum.

Rowan gritted his teeth, his tail flicking sharply against the mattress.

He's been watching me all fucking day. Why the hell can't he just leave me alone?

But the real problem wasn't Callum's gaze. It was Rowan's. Every time he looked up, his eyes betrayed him, lingering on the sharp lines of Callum's bare arms, the faint curve of muscle beneath his shirt. It was why he'd retreated into his room, something he normally wouldn't do this time of day.

But even if he could escape Callum's gaze, he couldn't escape the memories.

Rowan swallowed hard, his claws digging into the paper. Stop thinking about it, he told himself, but his mind had a will of its own. The bathroom was burned into his thoughts--the sound of Callum's hand sliding over his cock, the low, guttural groans, the smell of him.

And then, the taste.

Rowan's cheeks burned hot, and he tightened his grip on the sketchpad.

You're disgusting. A fucking mess. He's your brother.

Rowan's door creaked ominously as it opened slowly, a herald to the inevitable intrusion. He didn't need to turn his head to recognize the heavy, confident footsteps of his twin. His ears flattened against his skull, a reflexive signal of his distress.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Rowan's voice was a low growl, his grip on the sketchpad white-knuckled, his claws threatening to puncture the paper.

Callum paused at the threshold, his presence filling the room like a provocative scent. He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a knowing smirk.

"What's up?" Callum's voice, smooth and teasing, probed the tense air.

"Nothing," Rowan muttered, a lie so transparent it was almost pitiful. He kept his gaze fixed on the sketchpad, his tail thumping erratically against the mattress.

Ignoring the clear dismissal, Callum sauntered in, each step measured, almost predatory. He perched on the edge of Rowan's bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. "Relax, Row," he cooed, stretching his arms behind him casually. "Just came to check on you. You've been off all day."

A knot of anxiety tightened in Rowan's stomach, his fur bristling slightly. "I'm fine," he said, voice strained and terse.

Callum's golden eyes narrowed slightly, not missing a beat. He observed Rowan with an intensity that felt almost invasive, picking apart the facade with surgical precision.

You're so transparent, little bro, Callum mused internally, a trace of amusement mingling with a strangely arousing thrill.

"You're twitchy as fuck," Callum observed out loud, his smirk deepening, cutting through the tension. "Got something on your mind?"

"No," Rowan snapped back, too quickly, his voice slicing through the thick air like a knife.

Callum's laugh was soft, almost affectionate, yet it held an edge. "You suck at lying," he chuckled, shifting closer, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "What's wrong, Row? Can't even look at me?"

Rowan clenched his jaw, his claws scoring the sketchpad beneath them. His heart hammered against his ribs, each beat a loud echo in his ears.

I can't look at you because every time I do, all I can think about is--

"Just fuck off, Callum," Rowan cut himself off, his words a desperate attempt to shield his thoughts, his voice ragged with pent-up tension.

Rowan's claws dug deep into the edges of his sketchpad, crumpling the paper as Callum sprawled lazily on the bed, his body relaxed but his gaze sharp--predatory, even. The room was choked with a heavy, suffocating silence, thick with unspoken desires. Rowan's heart pounded furiously, his blood racing, yet he stubbornly avoided meeting Callum's piercing golden stare.

Callum's head tilted, his golden eyes narrowing as he savored the sight of his twin's tension--Rowan's hunched shoulders, his tail flicking in restless agitation, and his claws scraping anxiously against the sketchpad.

"We need to talk," Callum broke the silence, his voice smooth but cutting like a knife.

Rowan flinched, his ears pinning back against his head. "About what?" he spat out, his voice laced with tension.

A soft, knowing chuckle escaped Callum as he propped himself up on his elbows, his smirk growing wider, more wolfish. "C'mon, Row. It's fucking obvious you're hot for me." He lowered his voice to a sultry whisper, "And seriously, who isn't?"

Rowan scoffed, his fur bristling with irritation and a rising heat. "You're out of your fucking mind," he hissed, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

"I'm dead serious," Callum insisted, his tone softening, almost coaxing. "How long, Row?"

Rowan's stomach twisted painfully, his grip on the sketchpad tightening. "How long what?" he muttered, barely audible.

Leaning in, Callum's hot breath teased the fur at Rowan's ear, making him shiver. "How long have you been wanting this? Wanting me?" he murmured, his words heavy with implication.

Rowan stiffened, his voice tight and full of denial. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yet Callum's smirk only broadened, sharp and deliberate. "Bro," he breathed, husky and tantalizing, "you just lapped up my jizz off the bathroom counter like it was the sweetest cream. Couldn't get enough of my taste, could you?"

Rowan froze, his heart slamming against his ribs as a scorching flush spread across his cheeks.

Callum chuckled, his claws tapping rhythmically against the bedframe, the sound sharp in the charged atmosphere. "Seems to me you're a bit more than just brotherly concerned," he teased, eyes glinting with mischief and desire.

"Shut the fuck up," Rowan choked out, his voice cracking as he desperately clung to the last shreds of his composure.

Callum's smirk softened into a more tender, albeit teasing smile. "Relax, Row. I'm not pissed," he said, his voice soothing yet edged with amusement. "Actually... I think it's kinda cute."

Rowan's ears flattened against his head, his whole body taut with conflict and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability under his brother's intense gaze.

Rowan's ears flattened, his chest constricting as his claws dug into the sketchpad with suppressed desire and frustration.

Cute? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Callum's golden eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "You're overthinking this, as usual. Just... let's talk about it, okay?"

Rowan swallowed hard, his throat tight with tension. "There's nothing to talk about," he growled lowly, barely audible.

Callum's low chuckle rumbled through the room, his smirk sharp and knowing. "Row," he purred, a mix of amusement and challenge in his tone, "you're not exactly subtle, are you?"

Then, with a slow, tantalizing ease, Callum reached for the hem of his shirt. "You're making this way more complicated than it needs to be, Row," he teased, gradually lifting the fabric to expose the toned lines of his stomach.

The motion was deliberate, sensually slow, and Rowan's breath hitched violently as his gaze locked onto the expanse of Callum's bare skin. The sharp lines of his abs, the teasing trail of fur leading downward to his waistband, the V-lines that hinted at hidden pleasures--it was mesmerizing, impossible to ignore. Rowan's claws tensed against the sketchpad, his chest painfully tight. Fuck, stop staring. Stop fucking staring. But he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Callum's smirk grew even wider as he caught Rowan's intense gaze. "You gonna keep gawking, or you wanna say something?" he taunted, clearly enjoying the torment he was inflicting.

Rowan's ears pressed back against his head, and he forced his eyes back down to the sketchpad, his cheeks blazing with heat. "Shut up," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely a breath.

Dropping the shirt, Callum remained close, the warmth of his body palpable, the scent of his arousal faint but unmistakable. "Relax, Row," he murmured soothingly, his tone almost tender. "Your secret's safe with me. You know that, right?"

Rowan gulped, feeling the weight of Callum's words.

Callum's gaze softened as he leaned in even closer, their breaths mingling. "We're brothers, twins. There's nothing we can't tell each other. You know that better than anyone," he reassured, his voice a gentle caress that belied the intensity of his stare.

Rowan's claws scraped noiselessly over the paper, his chest twisting with a cocktail of emotions as he processed the closeness of his brother, the implications of his words.

The room fell into a tense silence, filled only with the subtle flick of Rowan's ears and the tight curl of his tail around his leg as he battled with his overwhelming feelings.

Then, with a devious smirk, Callum added, "Besides, if you won't tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours..."

Rowan's breath hitched, his gaze snapping up to meet Callum's piercing golden eyes.

Callum's smirk deepened wickedly. "...I might just have to chat with Mum and Dad about all this. And what do you think they'd say?"

The threat struck Rowan like a visceral blow, his stomach twisting violently. "You wouldn't," he stammered out quickly, his voice laced with panic.

Callum cocked an eyebrow, a playful yet menacing look on his face. "Wouldn't I?"

Rowan's claws gripped the blanket tighter, his breaths quick and shallow as the tension in the room became almost suffocating. His chest was tight, his heart pounding against his ribcage, each beat echoing Callum's intense scrutiny.

He couldn't bear this. He couldn't fucking bear this.

"I..." Rowan's voice cracked, and he averted his gaze to the floor, his fingers twitching nervously. "I don't know when it started."

Callum's ears perked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What?"

Rowan swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry. "I don't know when it started," he repeated, barely audible, "But... it's always been you, Callum."

Callum's smirk momentarily faltered, replaced by a look of confusion. "What do you mean, `always'?"

Rowan's breathing quickened, his claws shredding the fabric of the blanket as he blurted out, "I've always admired you, okay? You were always the cooler one, stronger, better at everything. And I... I just wanted to be like you, but then as we hit puberty, it wasn't just that anymore."

Callum's posture stiffened.

"You were all I could think about," Rowan continued, his voice shaking with emotion. "All I could... feel. Every time I..." He paused, his face flushed deep red as he balled his fists. "Every fucking time I pawed off, it was you. Always you."

Callum's breath caught, his eyes widening in shock. "Row..."

"I dream about you," Rowan confessed, his voice breaking. "And I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. It's always been you. Only you."

The atmosphere was charged, the weight of Rowan's confessions filling the room, oppressive and heavy. Callum stared at his twin, his expression a mix of astonishment and unreadable thoughts, his eyes scanning Rowan's agitated, trembling form.

"You've never..." Callum hesitated, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You've never been with anyone else?"

Rowan shook his head slowly, his amber eyes moist as he stared at the tangled sheets. "No," he murmured. "Never."

Callum blinked, his brows knitting together as a frown marred his face. "Never?"

"No!" Rowan's voice shattered the tense silence, laced with a raw edge of desperation. His gaze suddenly pierced Callum, his amber eyes gleaming with a tortured intensity. "But you have, haven't you?"

Callum's posture stiffened, his ears drawing back slightly in a reflex of discomfort. "Rowan..."

"How many times?" The accusation in Rowan's voice was sharp, each word slicing through the air. "How many times have you come home, your fur saturated with the scent of others? How many times have I had to smell their stench clinging to you?"

Callum's mouth fell open, no words forthcoming, only a stunned silence.

"And how many nights have I crept into your room," Rowan's voice quivered with a blend of anger and hurt, "desperate to press my muzzle into your dirty jocks, seeking any trace of your scent, only to find them contaminated with the cum of your latest fuck?"

Callum's eyes widened, shock etched across his features. "You've been sniffing my jocks? That's twisted, bro."

"Shut the fuck up, Callum!" Rowan exploded, his voice cracking under the strain. His chest heaved with forceful breaths, his claws ripping through the blanket beneath him as he stared down his brother with a fierce glare.

Callum, taken aback, raised his hands in a placating gesture, his typical smirk faltering into an uneasy grimace. "Okay, okay," he conceded softly, his tone trying to soothe the charged atmosphere. "Chill, Row, I didn't realize..."

Rowan's ears pressed flat against his head, his voice dropping to a raw, shaky whisper. "How many times I fantasized it was me you were knotting instead of those random fucks you bury your dick in." His words halted abruptly, the gravity of his own confession crashing into him like a brutal blow. His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he clamped his mouth shut. An oppressive silence enveloped the room. The younger wolf's chest heaved with each labored breath, his gaze dropping to the floor as tears began to well in his eyes. "Fuck," he choked out, the sound brittle and breaking as the first tear traced a hot path down his fur. "I'm so fucking twisted." He buried his face in his paws, his body trembling as sobs wracked him. His claws scraped over his fur in agitation, his breathing ragged and desperate.

"I'm a freak," he mumbled into his palms, his voice thick with loathing. "A fucking degenerate."

Callum's ears drew back, his golden eyes narrowing in concern as he moved closer. "Row..."

"Don't," Rowan barked sharply, his voice cracking. He lifted his head, his amber eyes wet and wild as he fixed a fierce glare on Callum. "You don't get to comfort me. Not now. It's not fucking okay." The smirk had long vanished from Callum's face, replaced by a somber frown as he witnessed his twin's unraveling. "I'm vile," Rowan hissed, his claws digging into the fabric of the blanket. "Who the hell lusts after their own twin? Who gets off on their brother's scent, on his fucking taste?"

Callum remained silent, his steady gaze not wavering.

"I'm so broken," Rowan's voice quivered with the weight of his agony. "I've known it for fucking years. I've tried to deny it, tried to stop, but it's useless. Its why I quit the rugby team. It's why I didn't room with you freshman year. I can't control the urge I have to be with you. I'm in love with you and I want to have sex with you. I want to get fucked by you Callum. How fucking messed up is that? I'm repulsive," Rowan spat out, his claws tearing at the blanket beneath him. "What kind of freak wants his own twin to fuck him? Who craves to be knotted by their own brother?" His voice was thick with desperation. "It's like you've knotted my brain, and I can't fucking escape it." His breaths were shallow, each one a struggle as he fought the tide of emotion threatening to overwhelm him. "Every time I close my eyes, it's you. You thrusting into me, your knot locking us together. It's consuming, and I hate myself for it."

Rowan's chest heaved, his claws shredding the blanket beneath them. "Yesterday..." His voice broke, strangled by the raw intensity of his emotions. "Yesterday was the best fucking day of my life."

Callum's ears twitched, alert and focused.

"When you kissed me," Rowan whispered, the words a painful confession, "when we... when you pawed me off, it was... it was everything I've fantasized about. And it was so fucking wrong, but I couldn't stop wanting more. I still can't."

A bitter laugh escaped Rowan, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "I jerked off three times last night," he admitted, shame colouring his tone. "Three fucking times, all while thinking about you. About how your cum tasted, the musky scent of your fur, the predatory look in your eyes as you watched me break."

Callum's throat tightened, each confession from Rowan landing like a blow to his chest.

"And your cum," Rowan choked out, his voice shaky with need and disgust. "I'm fucking obsessed with it. The taste, the warmth, how it felt slick on my tongue... I can't scrub it from my mind." Rowan's claws clenched tighter, his whole body trembling. "It's taking all I have not to tear off your pants right now and suck your dick until you knot my throat." Callum's breath caught, a mix of shock and a dark, twisting heat at Rowan's words. "And I fucking despise myself for it," Rowan whispered, tears breaking free. "I loathe myself so much it hurts."

He crumpled, his face buried in his palms as his body shook with uncontrollable sobs. "I'm nothing but a freak," he gasped through his tears, his voice rasping with self-hatred. "A twisted, sick fuck of a brother. How can you even stand to look at me? You deserve so much better than a depraved monster like me."

Callum sat motionless, his heart aching as he watched the broken figure of his twin. The room seemed to close in, heavy with the scent of Rowan's despair and unresolved desire. "Row..." Callum's voice was barely a whisper, tentative and filled with pain.

"Don't," Rowan cut him off sharply, a fierce tremor in his voice. "Just... don't."

The sharp, guttural sobs that tore from Rowan echoed painfully around the room, and Callum felt a tight, aching clench in his chest as he watched his twin shudder, his face buried deep in his palms, his whole form radiating raw shame and despair. "Row," Callum's voice broke slightly, barely above a whisper. Rowan didn't respond, just continued to tremble, his shoulders heaving with each ragged sob. Unable to stand the distance any longer, Callum closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around Rowan, pulling him into a tight embrace. His claws grazed Rowan's back gently as he rocked him, trying to soothe the storm of his twin's emotions. "You're not disgusting, Row," Callum murmured directly into his ear, his voice a steady rumble. "You're not a monster, and you sure as hell aren't broken." Rowan tensed for a moment in his arms, but Callum just held him tighter, his breath warm against Rowan's ear.

"I fucking love you, Row," he continued, voice thick with emotion. "Nothing will ever change that, got it?" A shaky exhale came from Rowan, his fists clutching at Callum's shirt, his tears dampening the fabric. "Thanks," Callum whispered, his voice rich with genuine warmth. "For opening up to me. I had no clue, Row. Not a fucking clue." Rowan sniffed, his voice hitched as he tried to speak, but Callum gently shushed him. "If I'd known just how fucked up you felt about yourself," Callum confessed with a rueful laugh, "I wouldn't have teased you today. Not like that. But now I know, and I swear, Row, I'm gonna help fix this." Rowan clung tighter, his sobs easing into soft hiccups against Callum's chest. "You've always been my favorite, Row," Callum's voice was firm, full of conviction. "Always will be. Nothing you can do will change that."

Gently, Rowan pulled back to look up at Callum, his amber eyes wet and vulnerable. "But I--"

"Shh," Callum soothed, his hand cupping Rowan's cheek tenderly. "You don't need to say anything else." He paused, his gaze intensely searching Rowan's face before a soft smile played on his lips. "I fucking enjoyed it too, you know," Callum confessed quietly.

Rowan blinked, his ears twitching in surprise. "What?"

"Yesterday," Callum elaborated. "Kissing you, sucking your dick, grinding on you... fuck, Row, it was hot."

Rowan's breath caught, heat crawling up his cheeks.

"I enjoyed it," Callum reiterated, his voice low but intense. "More than I ever thought possible. More than with anyone else." Shock flickered across Rowan's face, rendering him speechless. Callum's chuckle was gentle, his gaze affectionate. "Maybe it's the thrill of being with someone who knows me so fucking well, or maybe it's because I love you so damn much. Or maybe... maybe it's just because it's you." Flush deepened on Rowan's cheeks, his heart thundering in his chest. "But whatever it is," Callum continued, his voice softening further, "I'm down to explore this with you. If you want."

Rowan's heart squeezed tight, his claws trembling as he absorbed every word. "But more than anything," Callum's voice dipped to a tender whisper, "I want you to start loving yourself. Because I love you, Row. So fucking much." He paused, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Or maybe you already understand that. We are twins, after all." A shaky laugh broke from Rowan, a small, genuine smile breaking through his tears as Callum brushed a thumb tenderly across his cheek.

"See?" Callum's voice was soft, full of warmth. "There's the Row I love." Rowan's breaths slowed, his sobs subsiding as he nestled closer into Callum's chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his twin's breathing anchoring him amid the emotional storm. They lingered in that silence, the kind of quiet filled with unspoken words and shared secrets.

"Thanks, Cal," Rowan murmured, his voice rough from crying but laced with a deep affection that hadn't surfaced in years.

Callum tensed, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he eased back just enough to catch Rowan's gaze. A soft smile curved his lips. "You haven't called me that in ages," he said gently, warmth radiating from his voice.

Rowan's cheeks heated up, and he averted his eyes, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia washing over him. "Yeah, well... don't get used to it."

A low chuckle vibrated from Callum's throat, his smile widening. "I like it," he confessed, his eyes sparking with amusement. "Sounds good coming from you."

Before Rowan could deflect, Callum leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender yet charged kiss. It was soft, exploratory at first, sending electric tingles zipping through Rowan's body. Stunned, Rowan's heart skipped, but instinct swiftly took the reins. He pressed back into the kiss, his claws gently touching Callum's shoulders as their lips melded together in a dance as old as time. Callum's kiss deepened, one hand cradling the back of Rowan's neck, drawing him in closer. His tongue teased at Rowan's lips, seeking entry, and a soft, needy moan escaped Rowan as their tongues intertwined. Hands wandering with newfound urgency, Rowan's claws traced the sculpted lines of Callum's abs under his shirt, the heat of his skin burning under his touch. He pulled Callum closer, their bodies aligning with a desperate need that pulsed through them like a live wire.

The kiss turned ravenous, both yielding to the pent-up longing they had barely acknowledged. Their bodies pressed tightly, moving with a frantic rhythm as if trying to meld into one. As they finally parted, gasping for air, their eyes locked in a charged gaze. Rowan's face was flushed with a wild mix of desire and surprise, his amber eyes shimmering with unspoken questions and raw need.

"Isn't this... fucked up?" Rowan murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper, laden with hesitation and desire.

Callum caressed Rowan's cheek gently, his eyes soft yet intense. "No, little bro," he reassured, his tone firm, reassuring. "It's fucked up to deny what's so blatantly right in front of us--what we both crave." A mischievous glint sparked in Callum's golden eyes as his smirk deepened. "You want me. Badly."

Rowan scoffed, though the heat in his cheeks betrayed his irritation. "Arrogant fuck," he grumbled under his breath.

Callum's expression softened, revealing a rare vulnerability. "And fuck, Row, I want you too," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down Rowan's spine.

Rowan's heart thudded painfully, his claws twitching against the fabric of Callum's shirt.

"Come on," Callum urged with a sly grin, stepping back and offering his hand. "Stand with me by the mirror." Rowan's stomach knotted with nervous excitement, but he allowed Callum to guide him up. "Let's check out our bodies side by side," Callum proposed, his tone teasing yet earnest. "Really see how much we match up. Explore each other... in every fucking way."

Positioning themselves in front of the mirror, Callum stood with an easy confidence, his arms loosely crossed as he caught Rowan's reflection. "Look at that," he quipped, flexing slightly. "We're identical! Every muscle, every curve. Impressive, right?"

Rowan rolled his eyes but couldn't help but fixate on the muscular definition in Callum's arm, the subtle play of sinew and skin. "Conceited prick," he muttered, though a small smile played on his lips, his earlier resolve melting into a resigned fascination with their mirrored forms.

Callum chuckled, the gleam in his golden eyes mischievous and inviting. "C'mon, Row. You've been ogling these guns for years, haven't you?" He flexed again, his biceps bulging impressively beneath his fur.

Rowan huffed, his tail flicking with nervous energy. "Maybe," he conceded softly, his voice tinged with reluctant admiration. "You've always been stronger, hotter... just more. I've always envied that."

The smirk on Callum's face softened into something more encouraging as he faced Rowan. "You don't need to be me," he reassured with a seductive whisper. "But if you're curious..." He raised his arm again, muscles tightening appealingly. "Go ahead, feel."

Rowan paused, his claws twitching with a mix of hesitation and desire. "This is ridiculous," he grumbled, but his hand moved as if drawn by a magnet, fingers brushing over the hard curve of Callum's arm.

Callum's grin deepened, a playful spark in his eyes as Rowan's touch lingered on his biceps. "Impressive, right?" he teased, his voice a velvety purr.

A soft laugh escaped Rowan, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "You're insufferable," he admitted, yet his tone was thick with unspoken yearning.

Allowing his arm to fall, Callum's smile turned indulgent. "Explore all you want," he murmured invitingly. "Get to know every part of me." Captured by the intensity in Callum's gaze reflected in the mirror, Rowan's initial resistance melted away. His hand drifted lower, fingers trailing down to explore the hard ridges of Callum's abs. The muscles flexed under his touch, warm and inviting, and Rowan's breath caught in his throat.

"You've really kept yourself up," Rowan whispered, his voice barely a breath as his hand explored the defined planes of Callum's stomach.

"Have to keep my options open for the ladies--and the gents," Callum quipped, his smirk laden with double meaning. Rowan's claws delicately traced higher, caressing Callum's sculpted chest, each stroke sending a cascade of rapid, heavy breaths through him. His fingers danced over the defined pecs, the light touch of his claws sending shivers through the dense fur.

Callum's body reacted with a sharp tension, a low shudder coursing through him as a husky growl vibrated in his throat. "Careful," he murmured, his voice a sensual warning wrapped in velvet tones.

Rowan paused, his amber eyes locking onto Callum's in the mirror, embarrassment heating his face. "Sorry," he whispered, caught in the raw intensity of the moment.

Callum's expression softened, turning encouraging. "No, keep going. It's good," he coaxed gently. Gulping down his hesitation, Rowan ventured further, his fingertips quivering as they brushed against Callum's nipple. The response was immediate and intense: Callum's breath hitched, his chest heaved, and a deep groan spilled from his lips, laden with pleasure.

Frozen by the response, Rowan's gaze darted to Callum's. "You're sensitive here?" he breathed out, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

A chuckle broke from Callum, tinged with an edge of arousal. "Seems so," he admitted, his voice rough. "That's a first for me."

Intrigued and emboldened by the confession, Rowan's touch explored again, this time with more purpose, circling Callum's nipple. Another groan, lower and more desperate, echoed in the room, reverberating with raw need. Captivated by the reaction, Rowan leaned forward, his lips enveloping Callum's nipple, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh with a bold, seductive swirl. The atmosphere charged with erotic tension as he suckled fervently, immersing himself in the taste and scent of Callum's skin, feeling the taut muscles of his brother's body quiver under his touch. The room was filled with the sound of Callum's deep, ragged breathing, his body arching towards Rowan, seeking more contact. "Fuck," Callum gasped, surrendering to the exquisite sensations that Rowan's mouth elicited.

Rowan intensified his ministrations, his hands gripping Callum's hips firmly, guiding him subtly into the rhythm of his sucking. The connection was electrifying, binding them in a dance of forbidden desire. Releasing Callum's nipple with a soft, moist sound, Rowan gazed up, his eyes alight with mischief and a palpable hunger. "I'm glad I get to be your first for something," he murmured teasingly, his voice thick with desire yet underscored with a tender vulnerability that resonated deeply with Callum.

A complex mix of emotions -- guilt, longing, protectiveness -- surged through Callum. He was moved by the profound intimacy of the moment, the revelation of Rowan's deep-seated desires, desires that mirrored his own growing need. "Damn, Row..." Callum exhaled, his gaze roaming over Rowan's flushed, lustful expression. Fuck, he thought, his golden eyes flicking over Rowan's flushed face. I never realised how much he's wanted this. Wanted me. The realization of how deeply his twin craved this connection, was both exhilarating and daunting.

Before Callum could reel from the onslaught of sensations, Rowan leaned in again, his claws delicately tracing the contours of Callum's chest as his lips hovered tantalizingly over the other nipple. His hot breath teased the sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out slowly, savoring the anticipation.

"Shit," Callum hissed, a rush of heat flooding through him as Rowan's lips closed firmly around the newly discovered sensitive nub. This left nipple seemed even more responsive, sending electric shocks straight to Callum's groin. Rowan began gently, his lips suckling lightly, gauging the reaction before tightening his hold. His tongue danced in expert swirls, drawing deep, guttural moans from Callum's throat. "Fuck, Row," Callum groaned, his body tensing under the exquisite torment. "That's--shit, that's... so fucking good."

With a mischievous smirk pressed against his brother's chest, Rowan was emboldened by the deep, desperate sounds of Callum's pleasure. He allowed his teeth to graze the tender skin ever so lightly before soothing it with a languid, wet lick. The response was immediate--Callum's knees nearly buckled as his hands scrambled for support, clutching the dresser's edge. His cock pulsed intensely, leaking profusely against the tight fabric of his jeans, each pulse a direct echo of the intense pleasure emanating from his chest. It's like a direct fucking line to my dick, Callum thought, dazed by the intensity.

Rowan eased back slightly, looking up with eyes darkened by desire and mischief. "Too much?" His voice was a playful tease, floating in the charged air between them.

Shaking his head, Callum's gaze was fierce, his golden eyes alight with wild arousal. "No, keep going. Just... fuck, you're gonna kill me at this rate," he panted, the rough edge of his voice betraying his overwhelming arousal.

A soft chuckle escaped Rowan as his claws resumed their tantalizing path, now tracing lazy, provocative circles around Callum's hips. "You'll live," he whispered, the promise laden with an unspoken challenge as he prepared to dive back into the sensual torment, ready to push them both to the edge of forbidden ecstasy. Callum seized Rowan's face with both hands, claws grazing tenderly, and pulled him into a fervent, deep kiss. Their mouths clashed fiercely, teeth grazing and tongues wrestling fiercely as they explored each other with wild abandon. Rowan surrendered to the heat, his hands desperately clawing at Callum's broad shoulders, drawing their bodies tight together. The air between them crackled with raw, electric lust as Callum devoured his lips, the kiss deepening into something fervently possessive. Pressed firmly against his brother, Rowan's breath hitched, his rock-hard cock grinding against Callum's firm hip. The delicious friction ignited an intense blaze of lust, and a desperate, needy moan vibrated into Callum's mouth, a sound dripping with raw desire.

With a growl of lust, Callum broke the kiss, his golden eyes dark with carnal promise. "Fuck, Row," he husked, his hand sliding down to grip the throbbing bulge straining against Rowan's jeans. "I need to free my cock--it's fucking desperate for some space." Callum's fingers expertly squeezed Rowan's erection, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through him. "You too, huh?" Callum smirked, his voice laden with lust as he savored the flushed look on Rowan's face, his arousal palpable and pulsing.

Rowan swatted at Callum's teasing hand with a flick of his excited tail, his body betraying his desperate craving for more. Stepping back, Callum shot him a mischievous look, full of predatory lust. "Let's see what you're packing, little brother," he teased, the smirk on his lips wicked. "It's time to find out who's got the bigger meat."

Their hearts raced with a mix of anticipation and raw desire as they stood side by side in front of the mirror. With slow, deliberate movements, they unbuckled their belts, the metallic clicks cutting through the thick, charged air. Each clink was a tease, heightening the unbearable tension as the scent of their mutual arousal filled the room. Their eyes clashed in the mirror, fiery and filled with unspoken words. Callum's grin was a spark in the tinderbox of their tension. Together, they unzipped their jeans, the rasping sound echoing through the room, deliberate and teasing, as they hooked their thumbs into the waistbands. Rowan paused, his heart hammering in his chest, then with a shaky breath, mirrored Callum's movements. They peeled their jeans down in sync, fabric pooling around their knees.

Rowan's breath caught sharply as he glanced at Callum's reflection. His brother stood boldly, his casual boxers ill-fitting and plain, stark against his muscular thighs. In stark contrast, Rowan sported form-fitting designer briefs, a rich purple that accentuated his well-defined bulge provocatively.

Callum's eyebrow quirked, amusement flickering across his features as Rowan chided, "With a package that impressive, you really should dress it better. I've fantasized about what's beneath those boring boxers far too much for them to be so... pedestrian."

Laughter erupted from Callum, rich and unguarded. "Only you would bring fashion critique to foreplay," he chuckled, shaking his head with affectionate disbelief. Then, with a charged silence settling between them, Callum's thumbs slipped under his boxer's waistband. His eyes, alight with mischief, locked with Rowan's in the mirror. Slowly, tantalizingly, he lowered them, unveiling himself with a provocative ease.

The boxers dropped away, revealing Callum's cock in its full glory, firm and pulsing slightly as it was freed. The tip was already peeking out from his furry sheath, glistening with the first signs of arousal in the dim room light. Rowan's throat tightened, his gaze riveted. The sight of Callum's bare, aroused flesh sent a jolt of heat straight to his own groin, saliva pooling in his mouth as primal desire overwhelmed his senses.

Stop staring, he scolded himself silently, his fingers curling into fists. He's your brother... but fuck, he's irresistible.

Callum shifted slightly, his hand nonchalantly brushing his sheath, coaxing more of his length into view with a subtle flick of his hips, making his cock sway invitingly. "Enjoying the view?" Callum's voice was a husky drawl, loaded with seductive promise as he waggled his eyebrows playfully in the mirror.

Rowan's cheeks flamed hotter, but he couldn't tear his eyes away, his body reacting viscerally to the explicit display of his twin's virility. The younger wolf's cheeks flared with heat, his amber eyes skittering away as his stomach clenched with a mix of desire and trepidation.

Callum's laughter echoed warmly in the room as he stepped free from the confines of his crumpled boxers, sauntering towards the dresser. "Chill out, Row," he called over his shoulder, his tail flicking playfully as he rummaged through the drawer. Despite himself, Rowan's gaze was drawn back to the mirror, catching again on the reflection of Callum's robust, unabashedly naked form. The ease with which he displayed his body, the unguarded confidence--it struck Rowan deeply.

He's not just exposing himself; he's sharing himself with me, Rowan realized, feeling a shift within him, a settling of his chaotic emotions.

A victorious grin split Callum's face as he brandished a pair of deep red briefs. "Perfect," he declared, his voice rich with amusement. "Red's definitely my color, wouldn't you say?" As Rowan watched, breath caught in his throat, his brother began slipping into his briefs. He bent over slightly, his muscular back and buttocks tensing, his dick and balls momentarily swaying before he gathered them with a casual grace. The sight of his thick, furred sheath and the pink tip of his shaft peeking out as he adjusted himself was mesmerizing. Callum slowly drew the briefs up his thighs, his movements tantalizingly deliberate, the fabric stretching snugly to accommodate his burgeoning erection. Once adjusted, the briefs left little to the imagination, outlining every impressive detail of his package as he settled the fabric around his hips with a satisfied grunt.

Returning to the mirror, Callum stood beside Rowan once more, his smirk broadening playfully. "There," he announced, glancing between their reflections. "Now we match, sort of. Rowan's cheeks flamed hotter as he took in their side-by-side images: Callum in his striking red briefs, himself in deep purple--both so similar yet starkly contrasting.

The sight was overwhelming. He's wearing my favorite briefs. The ones I fantasized about him in.

The sight was overwhelming. Rowan felt his heart race, his own arousal painfully obvious as a damp spot began to spread on the front of his briefs.

Callum's sharp nose twitched, picking up the scent of Rowan's arousal immediately. His eyes flicked down, a teasing glint in his golden gaze as he spotted the growing wet spot. "Looks like someone's excited," he remarked, his hand reaching out to boldly cup Rowan's crotch. The touch was electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Rowan. He couldn't suppress the soft, needy moan that escaped him, his claws digging into his own thighs.

Callum's grin broadened, his fingers squeezing gently. He leaned in, his breath hot against Rowan's ear as he whispered, "You look so fucking good like this." Without breaking eye contact, Callum's hands moved to grip Rowan's ass, pulling him flush against his body. Their hard, cloth-covered cocks pressed together, the friction sending waves of heat coursing through both of them. Rowan gasped softly, his claws digging into Callum's sides as the slow, deliberate roll of his brother's hips sent a wave of raw heat surging through him. Every grinding motion made Rowan's cock throb painfully against the fabric of his briefs.

"You feel that?" Callum's voice was a low, husky whisper, oozing with teasing pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Blushing a deep crimson, Rowan could only nod, his voice lost in the heat of the moment. His fingers gripped Callum's waist tentatively, their bodies melding together with each rocking motion. Callum's breath was hot against Rowan's ear, his words a sinful murmur, "You look so fucking hot like this, Row."

A whimper escaped Rowan, his grip tightening as their movements grew more urgent, more desperate. The damp spot on his briefs expanded, the fabric sticky with precum, mirroring the moist heat from Callum's own arousal pressing insistently against him. Their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, hungry and all-consuming. Callum's tongue invaded Rowan's mouth with fervor, their bodies pressed so tightly that every buck of their hips felt like a spark to tinder. Moaning loudly into Callum's mouth, Rowan's hands clawed up to anchor in the fur at his brother's shoulders. They rutted with frenzied need, the fabric of their briefs soaking through with the slick of their leaking cocks, making the motions slippery and intense.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Callum locked his blazing golden gaze with Rowan's, both panting heavily, chests heaving in unison. "You know," Callum panted, his voice laced with a rough, playful edge, "we really don't need a mirror." Dazed, Rowan blinked, his face flushed from their intense exchange, trying to steady his ragged breathing. Flashing a wicked grin, Callum's hands moved assertively, gripping Rowan's ass tightly, squeezing the firm flesh with a firmness that drew a gasp from Rowan. "We are each other's mirror, little brother," Callum murmured seductively, his voice both soft and tantalizing. "Why don't we take this to the beds and really explore each other's bodies?" His proposition hung in the air, thick with the promise of untamed desires soon to be unleashed.

Rowan swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he nodded slowly, his amber eyes wide and filled with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Callum chuckled, pressing one last kiss to Rowan's lips before stepping back and tugging him toward the bed. He grinned as he guided Rowan down, then shifted to lie opposite his twin, their bodies aligning in a perfect sixty-nine. The room was quiet save for their heavy breathing, the charged energy between them palpable. Rowan's breath hitched as Callum's groin hovered above his face, the deep red briefs clinging to his brother's thick bulge, the fabric damp with precum. His claws twitched at his sides as the scent of Callum's arousal filled his nostrils--musk and heat, sharp and intoxicating.

Rowan's heart thundered in his chest as he looked up at Callum, his breath caught in a mix of awe and desire. The reality of the moment settled in--not as a distant dream, but as an intoxicating, palpable presence between them. Instead of speaking, Callum's actions conveyed his intentions. He shifted slightly, guiding Rowan's hands with a gentle nudge towards the waistband of his briefs, encouraging him to explore. Rowan's fingers, tentative at first, grew bolder as they traced the damp fabric stretched taut over Callum's thickening bulge. Inhaling deeply, Rowan was hit by the potent scent of his twins's arousal, musky and intoxicating. It filled his senses, overwhelming and uniquely intoxicating. He moaned softly, his grip tightening on Callum's hips as he pressed his face closer, driven by a mix of lust and a deep-seated yearning.

Callum tensed, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. "Is it too much?" he asked, a note of concern threading through his deep voice. Lost in the moment, Rowan gently nudged his snout against the warm fabric that clung to Callum's throbbing bulge. The scent that he had so often fantasized about now marked his face, a visceral token of his deepest desires manifesting into reality. As he pressed his snout deeper, the textures of damp fabric and the heat from Callum's skin blended into a sensory overload that anchored him firmly in the now. His heart raced, overwhelmed by the closeness, his breaths mingling with the potent musk that was unmistakably Callum. Every inhale was a brand, every exhale a reluctant withdrawal from the dream he never thought would materialize. This was no longer a boundary crossed in secrecy but a shared voyage into the depths of their forbidden craving.

The elder wolf tensed, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. "You know, yesterday you told me my stink was making the whole apartment reek. You don't have to pretend to like it," he said, a note of vulnerability in his voice. "I know it can be a turn-off."

Instead of recoiling, Rowan pulled him closer, his voice a raw, desperate whisper. "More, please, I need this," he murmured, his snout buried deep into the heat and musk he had dreamed of. His breaths came in ragged drags, each inhale laced with the scent he'd longed for. Suddenly, words spilled from him, unbidden and edged with urgency, "I've lied, Callum... your scent--it's always driven me wild."

Callum paused, his breath hitching at the confession. "You... what?"

Should I tell him? Rowan's heart pounded in his chest as he wrestled with the impulse. His snout was buried deep against Callum's skin, the scent enveloping him, urging him to confess. If I say it out loud, there's no going back. The thought terrified him, but the musk that filled his senses was intoxicating, eroding his resolve. He might hate me, or worse, he might pull away forever. Despite the fear, the truth bubbled up, desperate to be acknowledged. No, I have to say it. He needs to know why. He deserves that much from me.

With a shaky exhale, Rowan allowed his deepest secret to escape, his voice a whisper against the warmth of Callum's body. "I've always loved the way you smell, Callum. Always," he repeated, his tone laced with an earnest desperation. "I've sneaked into your room more times than I can count... just to smell your dirty laundry." He paused, his breath hot against the fabric. "Your scent--it doesn't turn me off. It makes me incredibly horny."

What the fuck... Callum's mind reeled, his pulse thundering through his ears as Rowan's words sunk in. He's been into my scent this whole time? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of shock and an unexpected rush of arousal. The musk he'd always been self-conscious about, the one he thought might repel his brother, was actually a turn-on for Rowan? Sneaking into my room... just to sniff my dirty clothes? It was wild, almost unbelievable, and it stirred something deep and primal within him. His gaze locked onto Rowan, watching his brother's cheeks flush with a mix of shame and desire, confessing to cravings Callum could hardly fathom. The air between them charged with a new, raw energy. Can this really be fucking real? The revelation twisted his stomach, but also ignited a strange, fiery excitement. My scent, the thing I was most insecure about, is what he craves? This wasn't just surprising; it was a complete shift in how he saw himself through Rowan's eyes. The thought was daunting, yet it kindled a fierce, almost wild curiosity in him. How deep did these desires go? What did this mean for them now?

Callum stared, his eyes wide, processing the confession. "Are you for real? You've been sneaking into my room to sniff my clothes?" The words tumbled out, laced with incredulity and a hint of bewilderment. The notion was so far outside what he'd expected, it almost seemed like a different reality.

Rowan's ears flicked back as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, his embarrassment palpable. Instead of answering, he buried his face even deeper into Callum's groin, the warm fabric muffling his words. Callum could barely catch what Rowan mumbled next.

"Speak up, Row," Callum insisted, a curious tension building in his voice. He needed to hear this, to understand the depth of Rowan's hidden desires.

Rowan hesitated, his breath hot and rapid against the damp fabric, before he finally blurted out, clearer this time, "Your dirty rugby kit, your socks, your boxers, your... jockstraps."

"Shit, Row," Callum breathed out, the shock giving way to a raspy chuckle, a mix of amusement and disbelief coloring his tone. "I had no idea you wanted this so much." The realization that Rowan's desires were not only real but intense, shifted something within him, stirring a blend of excitement and a wild urge to explore this newfound revelation.

Rowan looked up, his amber eyes intense and earnest. "I've always wanted this, always wanted you," he confessed again, his voice thick with emotion.

Callum's ears flicked back as he processed Rowan's confession, the weight of it settling into the charged air between them. A slow, incredulous smirk spread across his lips as he felt Rowan's snout press deeper against him, the heat and dampness of his breath seeping through the fabric. For a moment, Callum just let it happen, his chest tightening with a mix of disbelief and the raw sensation of being wanted this badly. "Alright then," Callum murmured, his voice slipping into a teasing growl as he shifted his hips forward slightly, his confidence creeping back. His golden eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Here you go. You have all of me here. No sneaking. No pretending. Take what you want. Don't be shy, little brother," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Take it in. Smell me."

Rowan hesitated, his heart pounding, but the damp heat against his nose was impossible to ignore. Slowly, tentatively, he pressed his snout into the fabric, inhaling deeply. The scent hit him like a lightning bolt--raw, heady, and so uniquely Callum. He groaned softly, his claws gripping Callum's hips as he buried his face deeper into his brother's groin.

"Fuck, Row," Callum muttered, his voice thick with amusement. "You're really going for it, huh?"

Rowan pulled back slightly, his cheeks burning. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Don't apologise," Callum said, shifting his hips slightly as his own snout pressed against the bulge in Rowan's briefs. "I'm about to do the same thing to you."

Rowan's breath stuttered as Callum leaned in, his brother's warm snout pressing against the bulge in his briefs. The damp spot grew, spreading with every shallow breath Callum took. The soft fabric clung to Rowan's cock, amplifying every brush of Callum's nose, every graze of his lips. His brother's exhale seeped through the fabric, hot and electrifying against his sensitive flesh. "Fuck," Callum muttered, his voice muffled by the sheer intimacy of his position. His golden eyes, dark with lust, flicked up to meet Rowan's gaze as he inhaled deeply, drawing in the potent scent. "You smell... incredible. Like me, but softer. Sweeter. Fucking addictive." His voice trembled on the last word as his snout pressed harder, grinding slightly against Rowan's confined length. A low groan escaped Callum's throat, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure coursing through Rowan. "I could drown in this," Callum rasped, his tone raw and unfiltered. His lips brushed over the wet fabric, his tongue flicking out briefly, tasting the salty tang of pre soaking through.

Rowan whimpered, his claws digging into Callum's hips as his body arched instinctively, desperate for more. His knot swelled against the confines of his briefs, throbbing with every frantic beat of his heart. "Callum," he gasped, the name tumbling from his lips like a prayer, his voice trembling with need.

Callum chuckled, the sound low and rough, laden with desire. "You're a mess, Row," he teased, his claws hooking under the waistband of Rowan's briefs. His eyes gleamed with unrestrained hunger as he tugged the fabric down slowly, savouring every centimetre of exposed flesh. "Let's see what you've been hiding from me." With a deft motion, Callum hooked his claws into Rowan's briefs and tugged them down, the fabric catching briefly before snapping free and sliding under his heavy, furred balls. Rowan's cock sprang up, flushed and throbbing, the swollen knot at its base twitching as precum dripped steadily, glistening in the dim light.

"Holy fuck, Row," Callum muttered, his golden eyes blazing as he stared hungrily. "You've been hiding this beast from me? Look at this fucking thing." His voice was rough, thick with arousal as he reached out, his fingers brushing along the slick shaft, smearing the precum pooling on Rowan's stomach.

Rowan groaned, his face burning as he tried to close his legs in embarrassment, but Callum's firm hands kept him spread open. "Don't fucking stare," he stammered, his voice breaking under the weight of his brother's intense gaze. "It's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" Callum barked a laugh, leaning in closer, his breath hot against Rowan's cock. "This cock is fucking beautiful, Row. You're dripping for me, and you want me to look away?" His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he dipped his head, pressing a teasing kiss to the pulsing knot. "Not a fucking chance. I'm just getting started." Callum's tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, tracing the thick vein that ran up Rowan's shaft. The taste of salty precum hit his tongue, rich and heady, and he groaned, his cock twitching in his briefs at the flavour. "Fuck, Row," he muttered, his voice muffled as he licked up the slick length. "You taste better than I ever imagined."

Rowan gasped, his claws digging into the sheets as Callum's mouth descended, wrapping around the leaking head of his cock. The heat was overwhelming, the wet pressure sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. "Fuck, Callum," he choked out, his hips twitching uncontrollably. "I... I've never--"

Callum pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he met Rowan's wide, desperate eyes. "I know," he murmured, his voice softer now but still laced with lust. "Don't overthink it. Just follow my lead, little brother." Without waiting for a response, Callum lowered himself further, his tongue dipping lower to trace over Rowan's furred balls. He nuzzled against them, breathing in the raw, musky scent before sucking one gently into his mouth, his groan vibrating against the sensitive flesh.

Rowan's breath hitched, his body arching as a broken moan escaped him. "Oh fuck," he gasped, his claws raking across the sheets. "That's... oh my fucking God, Callum..."

Encouraged by Rowan's reactions, Callum growled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure coursing through his twin. "Yeah, you like that, huh? Never thought you'd feel my mouth here, did you?" His voice was a teasing rasp as he released Rowan's ball with a soft pop, his tongue trailing back up to swirl around the leaking head of his cock.

Rowan, caught in the haze of arousal, hesitated before tentatively leaning forward. His snout dipped under Callum's briefs, his nose pressing against the damp fabric covering his brother's balls. He inhaled deeply, his tongue flicking out hesitantly against the musky fabric.

"Fuck, baby bro," Callum groaned, his hips twitching at the sensation. "That's it... sniff me good. Way better than my dirty boxers, isn't it?" He chuckled, though his voice was strained with pleasure, his claws gripping Rowan's thighs to steady himself.

Rowan flushed deeper, his snout pressing harder into the cleft between Callum's balls and his briefs. His tongue dragged over the fabric-covered damp fur, gathering the salty, musky taste that he had craved for so long. "Callum..." he whispered against the material, his voice trembling. "I can't believe this is happening ..."

"It's fucking happening, Row," Callum growled, his cock pulsing against his brother's chest. "And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it."

Rowan let out a shaky laugh, his tongue dragging over the taut, furred surface of Callum's balls, the sharp musk filling his senses and making his head spin. "Fuck, Cal," he muttered, his voice muffled against the heavy weight pressing against his snout. "You're so fucking intense... it's insane."

Callum hummed, the sound low and guttural as he buried his snout under Rowan's balls, inhaling deeply. The scent hit him like a punch--raw and heady, yet distinctly sweeter and lighter than his own. It was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the haze of arousal. His cock twitched, dripping precum steadily onto Rowan's chest as he groaned against his brother's warm skin.

"You smell fucking incredible," Callum growled, his voice husky and dripping with lust. "Even better than I imagined... fuck, Row, you're perfect."

Rowan whimpered, his claws digging into Callum's hips, the sensation of their shared exploration pushing him closer to the edge. Their breaths grew heavier, mingling with the slick sounds of tongues and lips as they devoured each other. Both their cocks leaked steadily, smearing sticky trails of precum onto fur and fabric alike, as the room became suffused with the heavy scent of arousal. Callum let his tongue glide lower, dragging slow, deliberate lines from the base of Rowan's balls up to the tip of his cock. His lips parted, engulfing the head with practiced ease, his mouth working like a man who had been starved for far too long.

Rowan gasped, his claws raking the sheets as his hips bucked reflexively. "Oh fuck, Cal," he choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of the sensations. "That's... oh my fucking Gods... I can't take this." Callum hummed around his brother's cock, the vibration sending shivers straight through Rowan's trembling body. He looked up, his golden eyes locking onto Rowan's as he slid deeper, centimetre by centimetre, his throat tightening around the slick shaft. His movements were deliberate, teasing, as if savouring every reaction he could wring from his twin. Rowan's legs twitched uncontrollably, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "I can't--Cal, I don't--fuck, I don't know how to--" His words dissolved into a needy whimper as Callum's throat tightened around him again.

Callum pulled back just slightly, his lips glistening as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. "Relax, Row," he murmured, his voice rough but reassuring. "You're doing fine. Just let me take care of you." Rowan nodded weakly, his claws curling into the sheets as he tried to steady himself. But when Callum's hand slid around the base of his cock, stroking in time with the wet heat of his mouth, all attempts at control shattered.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Rowan gasped, his voice trembling with desperation. "Cal, I can't--oh fuck, I can't hold it."

"That's the point," Callum replied, his voice teasing and sultry as his lips brushed against Rowan's shaft. "Don't fight it. Let go when you're ready. I want it all, little brother. Every fucking drop."

Rowan's chest tightened at Callum's words, his claws gripping the sheets as he fought to hold back the surge of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. "Cal..." he whimpered, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and arousal.

Callum smirked, his golden eyes dark with intent as his hand cupped Rowan's exposed balls, the purple briefs bunched up just beneath them. The warm pads of his fingers teased the sensitive fur and skin, while his tongue flicked out to lap at the slick bead of precum glistening on Rowan's cock. "You taste so fucking good," Callum muttered, his voice rough as his lips curled into a grin. "Can't believe you've been hiding this from me."

Rowan shivered at the words, his cock twitching violently, precum dripping freely onto his stomach. Every inch of him felt raw and hypersensitive, the heat of Callum's breath and the texture of his tongue threatening to undo him. But Callum wasn't finished teasing. He leaned back slightly, his hand still gently rolling Rowan's balls as his tongue darted out again, tracing the sensitive vein along the underside of Rowan's cock. The deliberate motion made Rowan cry out, his back arching as his claws tore at the sheets beneath him. The sight of Callum's lips brushing against his exposed cock was almost too much to bear.

Meanwhile, Rowan couldn't ignore the overwhelming scent and heat radiating from Callum's still-covered groin. The heavy bulge in those red briefs hovered tantalisingly close, the damp fabric clinging to every curve and line of his cock. The head was visibly outlined, a dark patch spreading where precum had soaked through. Driven by instinct, Rowan pressed his snout closer, nuzzling against the thick bulge. His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Callum's balls through the fabric before dragging up the length of his shaft. The salty tang of sweat and musk hit his tongue, and Rowan groaned softly, his lips brushing against the fabric as he buried his face in Callum's groin.

Callum froze for a moment, his claws tightening against Rowan's thighs as he looked down in disbelief. "Fuck, Row," he muttered, his voice thick and raspy. "You're really into this, huh?" Rowan whimpered in response, his snout pressing deeper into the cleft between Callum's thigh and cock, the fabric growing wetter from his eager licks. He sucked softly at the damp material, his tongue swirling over the head of Callum's cock, tasting the potent mix of his brother's arousal. Callum let out a guttural moan, his hips twitching as his cock throbbed against Rowan's mouth. "Shit, Row," he breathed, his voice laced with disbelief and lust. "I didn't think you'd... fuck, you're better at this than I expected."

Rowan pulled back just slightly, his cheeks burning as he glanced up at Callum. "It's all you," he murmured, his voice low and trembling. "I can't get enough of you, Cal."

The words sent a jolt through Callum, his golden eyes narrowing as a wicked grin spread across his face. "Guess I should've made you earn it sooner," he teased, his tone rough but playful. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy." Rowan's lips pressed firmly against the fabric covering Callum's cock, his tongue swirling through the dampness as he grew bolder. The taste, the heat, the scent--everything was Callum, raw and overwhelming, and Rowan couldn't stop himself from diving deeper. Callum groaned, his claws flexing against Rowan's thighs as he threw his head back, his hips grinding gently against his brother's eager mouth. "You're fucking insane," he muttered, his voice rough. "I'm still covered up, and you're already making me lose it."

Their movements grew more frantic, the sounds of wet licks and muffled moans filling the room as they explored each other. Rowan was lost in the sensation of Callum's mouth on his bare cock and the heady scent of his brother's arousal. Meanwhile, Callum couldn't tear his focus away from the way Rowan worshipped him, even through the barrier of his briefs. The tension built higher and higher, their breaths ragged and uneven, as they teetered on the edge together. Callum's thoughts raced as he looked down at Rowan, watching his twin's mouth press eagerly against the fabric of his briefs, his snout buried in the damp heat. Fuck, he's actually doing this. My brother's got his face in my crotch, and he's loving it. His claws twitched against Rowan's thighs, the overwhelming mix of disbelief and arousal clouding his mind. He's wanted this for so long--fuck, I never imagined.

Rowan, meanwhile, was drowning in the moment, his claws gripping Callum's thighs like an anchor. This scent--his taste--I've craved it for years. No more sneaking around, no more imagining. It's real, it's happening, and it's better than I ever dreamed. His tongue darted out, pressing against the thin, soaked fabric of Callum's briefs. The salty, musky tang hit him immediately, sending a shiver down his spine. Gods, he tastes so good--even through this. He groaned softly, his lips pressing harder, savouring every bit of contact.

Callum's breath hitched, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as Rowan's tongue dragged along the outline of his cock through the fabric. "Fuck, Row," he muttered, his voice low and unsteady. "You're... fuck, you're actually enjoying this, huh?"

Rowan pulled back just slightly, his amber eyes glazed with desire as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "More than I should," he admitted, his voice husky and trembling. "You're... fuck, Callum, you're perfect."

The words made Callum's chest tighten, his golden eyes locking onto Rowan's with a mix of disbelief and heat. He reached down, his claws slipping beneath the waistband of his briefs. "You've had enough of this barrier," he said, his voice low and teasing, though there was a faint tremor in his tone. "Let me give you what you've been waiting for." With practiced ease, Callum tugged his briefs down, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. The shaft twitched as it sprang free, glistening with precum that smeared against the tip as he adjusted himself. The musky heat immediately intensified, and Callum's ears twitched as he watched Rowan's gaze lock onto him.

"Shit," Rowan muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes roamed over Callum's cock, his breath quickening. I've dreamed of this for years, but nothing could have prepared me for how... fuck, how perfect he is.

Callum smirked, his confidence returning as he caught the awestruck look on Rowan's face. "Like what you see?" he teased, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. "It's all yours, little brother."

Rowan didn't respond with words--he leaned in, his snout pressing against the base of Callum's cock, his tongue flicking out to taste the bare skin. The salty musk was stronger now, undiluted, and it sent a jolt straight to his groin. He groaned softly, his lips trailing up the shaft as he licked tentatively, savouring every centimetre.

"Fuck, Row," Callum groaned, his hips twitching as he struggled to keep still. "You're... shit, you're so good at that." Rowan's confidence swelled at the praise, and he grew bolder, his tongue exploring every ridge and vein as he worked his way up to the head. The taste was overwhelming, and when he finally wrapped his lips around the tip, he let out a low moan, his claws digging lightly into Callum's thighs. Above him, Callum groaned, his golden eyes dark with lust as he reached down to run his claws gently through Rowan's fur. "Shit, Row," he muttered, his voice rough. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you like this."

Their breaths quickened, the room filled with the sounds of wet lips, muffled groans, and the soft rustling of sheets. The heat between them was unbearable, the scent of their combined arousal thick in the air as they lost themselves in each other. Every flick of Rowan's tongue, every moan Callum let slip, pushed them closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect, desperate rhythm.

"Use me," Rowan whispered, his voice trembling but earnest. He tilted his head back to meet Callum's gaze, his amber eyes shining. "Please, Cal. Use my mouth. Fuck my face. Use me to get off, brother." Callum's breath hitched, his golden eyes narrowing as a shiver ran down his spine. For a moment, he simply stared at Rowan, his tail flicking as the weight of the moment settled between them.

Then his smirk returned, sharp and deliberate. "You sure about this, Row?" Callum asked, his voice low and teasing. "Because once I start, I'm not holding back."

"Do it," Rowan said firmly, his claws flexing against Callum's thighs. "I want it, Cal. I want you."

Callum chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to cup Rowan's cheek as he leaned forward. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

"Alright, little bro," Callum said, his voice thick with anticipation and teasing affection. "Show me what that talented mouth of yours can do."

Rowan didn't need to be told twice. His claws grazed the muscular curves of Callum's thighs as he leaned forward, his breath hitching in anticipation. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. Fuck, I've imagined how he'd taste, how he'd sound. His lips parted as he took the slick, glistening tip of Callum's cock into his mouth, the salty tang of precum hitting his tongue like a spark igniting the fire inside him. A soft groan escaped his throat, muffled by the weight of Callum pressing against his lips, as his hands gripped Callum's thighs for balance. He's so big, so fucking perfect. God, I can't believe I'm finally doing this.

"Fuck, Row," Callum hissed, his golden eyes dark with pleasure as he watched Rowan's lips stretch around him. "You look so fucking good doing this."

Callum's words shot straight through Rowan like a lightning bolt, making his cock throb painfully against the sheets beneath him. He likes this. He likes me like this. Fuck, I want to make him feel good. I want to hear him say my name like that again. Rowan moaned in response, his tongue swirling around the head as he worked to take Callum deeper. The sheer size of him filled Rowan's mouth, stretching his jaw as he adjusted, his movements slow but deliberate. A shiver ran down his spine at the sensation, the weight and taste of Callum's cock overwhelming in the best way. He tastes better than I ever imagined. Salty, musky, so fucking perfect.

Above him, Callum groaned, his claws flexing against the sheets as his hips twitched involuntarily. "Shit," he muttered, his voice gravelly with lust. "You're a natural, Row. So fucking eager. I knew you'd be good at this."

Rowan's cheeks burned at the praise, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. I'm good? He thinks I'm good? Fuck, I'll show him just how much I want this. His tongue danced along the sensitive vein on the underside of Callum's cock, tracing every ridge and curve with focused intensity. I want to know every inch of him, every taste, every sound. He bobbed his head slowly at first, savouring every reaction he drew from Callum, his lips gliding down the thick shaft as his claws kneaded into Callum's thighs. This is all for him. I've wanted this for so long. I want to make him lose control.

"Fuck, that's it," Callum groaned, his hand sliding to the back of Rowan's head. He didn't push, letting Rowan set the pace, but his claws tangled in Rowan's fur, guiding him with a gentle, steady pressure. "Take it all, Row. I want to feel that throat working for me."

His voice. Gods, his voice. Rowan's inner monologue raced, a whirlwind of arousal and disbelief. I want to give him everything. I want to make him proud. I want him to want me as much as I want him. He let out a muffled hum of affirmation, his movements growing more confident as he took Callum deeper. I'm making him feel good. I'm the one making him moan like this.

Callum's golden eyes stayed fixed on Rowan, his mind a chaotic storm of lust and admiration. Fuck, look at him. He's so eager, so fucking beautiful like this. I didn't know he'd take to this so naturally. Damn, I've been holding back for too long. His hips twitched involuntarily, his claws tightening in Rowan's fur as he watched his brothers's lips slide further down his cock. I can't stop watching him. He's going to ruin me. The rhythm between them was electric, their shared moans and the wet sounds of Rowan's efforts filling the room, heightening the intimacy of the moment. Callum's breaths came in sharp, shallow bursts as his body tightened. "Fuck, Row," he muttered, his voice strained. He's going to push me over the edge, and I'm not even sure I want to stop him.

Rowan's breath hitched, his claws gripping Callum's thighs as he leaned forward, his heart racing in equal parts arousal and nerves. His lips slid further down the slick shaft, but the sheer size of Callum's cock overwhelmed him, stretching his mouth uncomfortably. As the thick head pressed against the back of his throat, Rowan gagged sharply, pulling back with a sputtering cough, saliva trailing from his lips. "Shit," Rowan gasped, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he glanced up at Callum. "I... I didn't mean to--"

Callum chuckled softly, brushing his thumb against Rowan's damp cheek. "Relax, Row," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring, though his cock twitched impatiently in front of him. "It's your first time. You're doing fine."

Fine? Rowan's mind raced, his throat tight with frustration. I don't want to just be fine--I want to be good. Fuck, I want to blow his fucking mind. He swallowed hard, nodding slightly as he tried to steady his breathing. Determination surged through him. He leaned back in, taking Callum's cock into his mouth again, but the slick length was still daunting. As he adjusted his angle, his teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive skin.

Callum hissed, his hips jerking instinctively. "Easy, Row," he said, his voice still calm but edged with tension. "Watch the teeth."

Rowan froze, his stomach twisting painfully as he pulled back again. Fuck. I'm screwing this up. He's gonna think I'm a fucking joke. Shame bloomed hot in his chest, and his amber eyes flicked up to meet Callum's golden gaze, wide and filled with frustration and fear. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible and cracking under the weight of his nerves. "I'm just... I'm not good at this. Not like your other partners."

Callum's eyes softened immediately, his hand slipping to the back of Rowan's head as he stroked his fur gently. "Hey," he said firmly, his voice steady and grounding. "You're doing great, Row. Better than I expected for a first-timer."

Rowan's cheeks flushed darker, a spark of hope flickering to life in his chest. He's not mad. He's... fuck, he's being so patient with me. How does he make me feel this safe while doing something so dirty?

"You just need a little guidance," Callum continued, his tone light and teasing now, though his eyes were dark with desire. "Here. Let me help you."

Rowan nodded again, his breath catching as Callum's claws brushed lightly against his jaw. Gods, his hands feel so good. I just want to make him proud. I want to give him everything.

"Open up wider," Callum instructed, his voice low and soothing, but with a hint of that teasing dominance that sent shivers down Rowan's spine. "Relax your tongue. And when you feel it hit the back of your throat, don't fight it. Just breathe through your nose."

Rowan shuddered, his nerves fighting with his overwhelming need to please. He opened his mouth again, wider this time, and leaned forward. I can do this. I have to do this. As the slick head passed his lips, Rowan focused on relaxing his tongue, letting the weight of Callum's cock press against him. The salty, musky taste of precum coated his tongue, and he moaned softly, the vibrations drawing a low groan from Callum.

"That's it," Callum muttered, his claws flexing slightly against Rowan's fur. Fuck, he's trying so hard. Gods, look at him. He's gorgeous like this, so eager to please. His hips twitched again, but he forced himself to stay still, letting Rowan find his rhythm. "You're doing so fucking good, Row. Just keep going."

Rowan's breath hitched at the praise, his claws tightening on Callum's thighs. He adjusted his angle, letting the thick shaft slide further into his mouth. The head nudged the back of his throat again, and for a brief moment, panic flared in his chest. But he remembered Callum's words--Don't fight it. Just breathe.--and he forced himself to relax, drawing in slow, steady breaths through his nose.

Callum groaned loudly, his head tilting back as he felt Rowan's throat begin to adjust around him. "Fuck, that's it, little bro," he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with lust. "Godsdamn, you're gonna be a fucking pro in no time."

Rowan moaned again, the sound muffled by the cock filling his mouth. His heart soared at Callum's praise, and he pushed himself further, desperate to take more, to make Callum feel as good as he deserved. I want to make him proud. I want him to know how much I fucking want this--how much I want him.

Rowan nodded shakily, his breath hitching as he leaned back in, determined to get it right this time. You can do this. Just focus. Fuck, I want him to feel good. I need him to feel good. As Callum's cock slid over his tongue again, Rowan kept his jaw slack, letting the thick length glide deeper into his mouth. His tongue flattened beneath it, the salty slickness of precum coating his taste buds and sending a shiver through his body.

The head hit the back of his throat, and Rowan gagged reflexively, his throat tightening as his body rebelled. For a split second, panic threatened to take over, but he clenched his claws against Callum's thighs, forcing himself to stay. Breathe, just fucking breathe, he told himself, inhaling sharply through his nose. The musky, intoxicating scent of Callum filled his senses, grounding him in the moment. He swallowed hard, his body trembling as he pushed through the discomfort, determined not to fail.

"Yeah, that's it," Callum groaned, his claws flexing lightly in Rowan's fur. Fuck, look at him. He's fucking stunning with my cock in his mouth. His golden eyes darkened with lust as he watched Rowan's lips stretch around him. "Fuck, that's good, Row. Just like that. Relax and let it happen."

Rowan's chest swelled with pride at the praise, his nerves giving way to a rush of confidence. He likes it. Holy shit, he likes what I'm doing. The encouragement spurred him on, and he slid his lips further down, his throat squeezing instinctively around Callum's cock as he took him deeper than before.

"Shit, Row," Callum muttered, his voice rough with pleasure as his hips twitched forward slightly. "You're a fucking natural."

Rowan moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration drawing a low groan from Callum. Natural? Fuck, I've been dreaming about this for years. Practicing for this moment in my fucking head. And now... now he's actually here, in my mouth, telling me I'm good at this. His claws dug into Callum's thighs as he picked up the pace, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm. The salty, slick precum smeared across his tongue only heightened his arousal, his own cock twitching in his briefs.

"That's my boy," Callum growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. His claws slipped lower, tangling in Rowan's fur as he guided him with gentle pressure. Gods, he's perfect. So fucking eager, so desperate to please me. Fuck, how did I get so lucky? "Fuck, you're doing so good. So fucking good."

Rowan's heart pounded in his chest, the words sinking into him like a drug. He's proud of me. He actually wants this. His confidence soared, and he pushed himself further, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tracing every ridge and vein as he worked to draw out more of those low, guttural groans that sent jolts of heat straight to his groin.

"Holy fuck," Callum groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as Rowan's mouth worked him with growing skill. His claws flexed against Rowan's scalp, not forcing but urging him to take more. "That's it, Row. Just like that. Gods, you're fucking perfect."

The words hit Rowan like a lightning bolt, his arousal spiking as he redoubled his efforts. Perfect. He called me perfect. His lips slid further down the thick shaft, the stretch in his jaw and the weight on his tongue only adding to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission swirling in his chest. I don't care if my throat burns tomorrow. I don't care if I can't fucking speak. I just want to make him feel good. I want him to know how much I fucking need this.

Callum let out a deep, guttural moan, his hips twitching forward as his cock nudged deeper into Rowan's throat. Shit, he's fucking incredible. How did I ever get by without this? Without him? His claws tightened in Rowan's fur, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts as he teetered closer to the edge. "Fuck, Row. You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he muttered, his voice trembling with raw, unrestrained desire.

Rowan whimpered at the words, his own arousal surging. I want that. I want to make him lose control. I want to make him fucking fall apart. The thought spurred him on, his tongue working feverishly against the underside of Callum's cock as he took him as deep as he could manage. He moaned around Callum's cock, the vibrations drawing another guttural groan from him. His claws flexed against Callum's thighs as he found a steady rhythm, his lips sliding up and down the slick shaft with growing confidence. His tongue worked eagerly, tracing every ridge and vein. I just want to make him feel good. I want to be the one who does this for him.

Callum's breathing grew heavier, his chest heaving as he fought to keep control. Shit, he's really going for it. How the fuck is he this good already? His claws tightened in Rowan's fur, his hips twitching forward as he surrendered to the heat building inside him. "Fuck, you're making me crazy, Row," Callum muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good."

The words sent a spark through Rowan's chest, a warm, buzzing feeling blooming under his skin. He likes it. I'm doing it right. It gave him the push he needed, his lips tightening around Callum's shaft as he slid lower, working his tongue in long, deliberate strokes. The salty tang of precum coated his tongue, and he leaned further into the task, his claws gripping Callum's thighs as he tried to draw out more of those sounds.

"Shit, Row," Callum gasped, his golden eyes fluttering shut for a moment before locking back on his brother. He's too fucking good. How does he not realise what he's doing to me? His voice dropped, trembling with the strain of holding back. "I'm getting close. You gonna swallow me like a good boy?"

Rowan's breath caught, and a soft warmth spread across his chest, consuming his entire body. He didn't know why those words hit him so hard, but they settled deep inside him, spurring him on. His lips slid lower, his throat tightening as he took Callum deeper, his only focus on making him feel good. I want him to be proud of me. I want to give him everything. He pressed forward, his movements steady but eager, his claws kneading Callum's thighs as he adjusted to the weight in his mouth. Callum's groans grew louder, more ragged, and Rowan felt a surge of satisfaction as he realised he was bringing him to the edge. I'm doing this for him. I'm making him feel this way.

Callum groaned loudly, his hips jerking as his breath came in short, ragged bursts. His claws tightened in Rowan's fur, holding him close as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside him. Holy fuck, he loves it. He fucking loves being called that. Look at him--he's desperate for it. His golden eyes flickered with awe as he realised the effect his words were having.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--oh, fuck--Rowan!" Callum cried out, his voice breaking as his body tensed. With a loud, guttural groan, Callum's body convulsed, his cock pulsing violently as he came, the first thick spurt of cum hitting the back of Rowan's throat like a flood. Rowan's lips stayed locked around the throbbing shaft, swallowing greedily even as more of the salty, musky load overflowed, spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. "Holy fuck, Row!" Callum growled, his claws tangling in Rowan's fur as his hips jerked uncontrollably. "That's it--you're so fucking good. Take it all, little brother. Every last drop."

The praise hit Rowan like a jolt of lightning, spurring him to work even harder. His claws flexed against Callum's thighs as he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip to coax out every last pulse. The taste of Callum's cum was overwhelming--sharp and heady, flooding his senses with raw masculinity and musk. I'm really doing this. I'm swallowing him. Fuck, I've wanted this for so long, Rowan thought, his heart pounding as he focused on the heat in his mouth, the weight of Callum's cock against his tongue, and the sheer pleasure of giving everything to the one he'd craved for years.

Callum's knot swelled impossibly thick at the base, stretching Rowan's lips as it pulsed against him. "Shit, Row--fuck, your mouth is amazing," Callum groaned, his voice breaking as his climax dragged on, wave after wave of hot cum spilling into Rowan's throat. "You're gonna fucking ruin me, you know that? No one's ever made me feel like this."

Rowan whimpered softly, his cheeks burning as he tilted his head back, his snout pressed into Callum's groin while his throat worked desperately to keep up. I don't care if I choke. I want all of it. I want him to know how much I need this, he thought, the intensity of the moment consuming him.

"Fuck, Row," Callum gasped, his golden eyes blazing as he looked down at his best friend. The sight of Rowan, flushed and trembling, with cum smeared across his muzzle and his eyes shining with unspoken devotion, nearly undid him. "You're fucking perfect, brother," he muttered, his hand cupping Rowan's cheek as his knot gave one final throb.

Rowan finally pulled back, gasping for air as his lips slipped free with a wet pop. Thick strings of cum clung to his chin, his tongue darting out to catch the remnants as he looked up at Callum. "Anything for you," he murmured, his voice soft but steady, his claws still gripping Callum's thighs like he couldn't bear to let go.

Callum grinned, his fingers brushing over Rowan's flushed cheek. "Good boy," he said, the words slow and deliberate, his tone dripping with approval. "You're so fucking good for me."

The praise sent another rush of heat through Rowan, his tail flicking involuntarily as his body trembled with the weight of Callum's words. I'd do this forever if he asked me to, he thought, his chest tightening with a mix of pride and longing. Without hesitation, Rowan leaned forward, his tongue darting out to clean the mess on his chest and face. He worked methodically, savouring the taste as he licked himself clean, his claws resting lightly on Callum's thighs. When he finished, Rowan nuzzled his face into Callum's groin, his nose brushing against the still-sensitive knot. The musk-filled scent of Callum's arousal surrounded him, and Rowan let out a soft, contented sigh. For the first time since puberty, Rowan felt completely at peace, the years of unresolved lust and longing finally fulfilled in the most intimate way imaginable - something his teenaged self couldn't have ever imagined would one day happen.