Fratley: woke up one morning with no memory. maybe in the aftermath of some battle (left for dead!), maybe not. either way. And he knows it's silly, but he has this stupid fantasy of how he's some dramatic royal figure destined for greatness, not just like... some brigand, which is what he was sure he was before he lost his memory. So he's been wandering around the Mist Continent, hoping both to find someone who knows him and never find anyone who knows him (and avoiding Burmecia precisely because he figures that's where he'll most likely find someone who knows him). But it's in the back alleys of the poor sector in Alexandria when someone yells out "Fratley!" in this shrill excited voice, and at first he's like, okay, whatever, but then this dirty urchin rat kid climbs out of a window and makes for /him/, all yelling "Fratley! We thought you were /dead/, man! It's me, Puck!" and all he stammers out is "Pardon?". And Puck's face falls and he's like "You okay?" and Fratley is like "Do you perchance know who I am?" and Puck's like "Know you?! You're our No. #1 guy! Or, you were... you went off on a journey and never came back!" and Fratley's like "...One morning, four years ago next fall, I woke up on a trail up the side of the Lindblum cliffs with no memory of anything before that day." and Puck just deflates, stammers out "O-oh." So they had something like a conversation, with Fratley not interested at all in finding out the details of his life as (he assumes) a thug for some backstreet cartel and Puck realizing that man, everyone's going to be let down by the amnesiac Fratley if he brings him back to Burmecia like this. So eventually Fratley's like "...I fear I will not be able to return to you?" and Puck's like "...no, it's okay, go do what you have to do. but we'll be waiting for you." and Fratley runs off and proceeds to avoid Alexandria (and Burmecia still, but more just reflexively now). So at some point he heads to Treno, just 'cause. Amarant: a cocky self-centered jackass. His moral philosophy is along the lines of 'be strong so you can be the one at the top of the pile of corpses and it's gonna be a /big/ pile' ('fascist' is actually a reasonable description of his worldview. THE STRONG MUST FIGHT (AGAINST THE WEAK) AND THAT IS THE WAY OF THE WORLD; IT IS RIGHT THAT THE STRONG END UP ON TOP AND THE WEAK END UP OPPRESSED). His motive factor is pretty much the above; wanting to test himself (concretely) against strong people and (abstractly) The Powers That Be, so that he can ascend up some platonic ranking of power. He lurks around in Treno doing odd jobs to pay for weapons and stuff like that (sometimes he pays for lodging and sometimes he doesn't 'cause he also has this survivalistic bent). He does a little bounty hunting, but it's pretty lean pickings for stuff he considers to be worth his time (read: someone who can and will fight back and has a decent 'dead' bounty if it comes to that OR someone weak he can just bully and then kill), so most of the time he idles around Treno-- going to bars and getting drunk and picking fights, which if his luck is good leads to fucking in some dim alleyway while still bloody and bruised. So he actually has a moderate bounty on his head just for public drunkenness and disturbing the peace, although the Treno watch/city guard is disorganized enough so that he doesn't actually have to avoid the law-- and besides, he can wipe the floor with all the pathetic conscripts in the guard anyway. See above: re The Powers That Be; living in the city with a bounty on his head kind of gets him off ideologically 'cause it puts him above The Government on that power ranking. He really distrusts altruism. Or more like Wormwood, he completely fails to understand the motives behind altruism, so he fits it in under 'manipulation', which is something he doesn't approve of to begin with ('cause the truly strong don't need to manipulate and pander, they just smash through-- he recognizes the capacity of people who manipulate, he just thinks it's a degenerate kind of power the weak build up for themselves) and likes it even less when manipulators are being disingenuous about their motives. So anyone who acts altruistically is just manipulating people for some ominous long-term plan that they can't pull off legitimately (read: working by themselves, generally with sheer physical force), and anyone who receives the benefits of charity is letting themselves be manipulated and eschewing their own autonomy to be the pawn of others, and so either an unsuspecting fool who deserves it (phft, trust is for losers) or the worst kind of cur who is afraid of taking action and enjoys having their will subsumed 'cause then it means they don't have to act (who may themselves be weak or strong but either way they're afraid of being a legitimate actor). IT COULD BE SAID AMARANT HAS A PRETTY TERRIBLE OUTLOOK ON LIFE. but pretty much everyone is WEAK or STRONG with a few other values in the background, and the weak are to be despised and ignored and the strong are to be fought and subjugated (at which point they become subjectively weak). and this is what he uses both consciously and unconsciously to take action, 'cause he enjoys being cruel and bullying and generally being sadistic and he's like IT'S RIGHT THAT FEELS GOOD, 'CAUSE I AM ENFORCING A IS A MORALITY etc etc blah blah blah. But then /actually/ sometimes he personally has desires that do not jive at all with that philosophy (he is incredibly terrible at assessing the desires/motives of OTHER PEOPLE): sometimes along the lines of living out in the woods and just removing himself from what he perceives as the power struggle of LIVING WITH PEOPLE (because as long as you've got people you've got relative power rankings, but this whole worldview of power rankings &c is really just letting him be manipulated by the world at large etc, is kind of how he thinks about that, when he thinks about it. this is also what spurs a lot of his survivalistic leanings, just the desire to go SCREW YOU, WORLD and go off and live in the Evil Forest for the rest of his life) sometimes along the lines of wanting an /equal/ who'd be able to challenge him without that ending with him failing and getting killed or crushing whoever beneath his heel (this is more of a desire for a good rival than anything else, but anyway he dismisses this is meaningless junk thoughts, like it's even /possible/ for that to happen, etc, the people who think they have a relationship built on mutual informed consent and capability are clearly deluding themselves from the harsh reality) sometimes (and most repressed) are urges stemming from the previous desire for mutuality, like say, having sex without him being the cocky dominating top (sometimes he jerks off fantasizing about getting fucked, but uh boy does he repress that later), or having any kind of relationship with anyone that doesn't turn (rapidly) into a fistfight or intimidation game. THOSE ARE BAD THOUGHTS AND I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING THEM, he thinks. and that makes him angry. so basically whenever he has the opportunity to have something like that he thinks about it and that makes him angry and usually violent which means HE LOSES HIS CHANCE. --- So Amarant spends of series of incredibly boring nights (well, it's always night in Treno) having nothing to do in Treno, so he wanders around intimidating and/or robbing people and going to various bars (he tends to get kicked out and banned reasonably often, which just makes him stick up the owner later to show he's the better of the two) and drinking until he's stumbling drunk (which takes a /while/) and if the night is good, finding someone who wants to fuck, if the night is better, picking a fight with someone who knows what they're doing, and if the night is best, both (preferably with the same person). So maybe Fratley arrives in town and happens, at first, upon Amarant when he's in the transition from brawling fistfight outside a bar to making out bloodily in an alleyway and maybe thinks to himself at how low the 'Town of Nobles' has gotten, that there're a few huddled manor houses surrounded by junk houses built up on the ruins of the older manor houses, the town so overflowing with thieves attracted by the lure of noble's treasure that there aren't any nobles left to rob and the thieves are fighting amongst themselves for the crumbs. And by the time that train of thought has run its course, Amarant and some dude are kind of humping up against each other, groaning. Amarant: fired from his job at the auction house (by Zidane), wanted in Treno! But the Treno watch / city guard is not organized enough to do such things as track down outlaws, so Amarant lives mostly as usual and spends a significant chunk of his time picking fights at bars. Fratley: lost his memory... however it was he lost his memory, and is pretty much wandering around the Mist Continent doing nothing. At some time in the past he ran into Puck in Alexandria and now on some level he things his past was like, member of some homeless commune in the backstreets of Alexandria, 'cause after all Puck was the only person who recognized him (which, incidently, is the only reason Fratley knows his own name) aaaand Puck appears to be an urchin. So he's avoiding Alexandria and Burmecia, 'cause he doesn't really want to learn his mysterious past. WHICH LEADS HIM TO TRENO, at least for a while. Probably start w/ some long rambly narrative about TRAVELLING and how EVERYTHING IS NEW BUT ALSO TRANSITORY from Fratley as he arrives in Treno, maybe hopefully with stuff about THE DUSK and the weird night plants by Treno, or whatever. So Fratley arrives in Treno and... does stuff(?), 'cause presumably he's there for work or something, and he needs a place to stay, &c &c. I'm thinking there's some disapproving elderly woman renting out rooms in her house, and Fratley is all charming and upper class by default and so Fratley gets a room cheap. BUT THEN Fratley heads down to the docks or whatever, to see if anyone there needs work. or something. I should either research this or cut it out, so I don't end up writing something really really stupid re: victorian culture & work. But at any rate, eventually Fratley winds up in some tavern, and like, a minute after he enters Amarant (possibly w/ crew, tho. I suspect he's a LONER by nature) who glares and intimidates the barkeep and then settles down to get drunk and rowdy. Presumably the owners call the guards, and then when they arrive Amarant knocks them down without any effort, slightly tipsy. Which is when Fratley decides to intervene; he calls out Amarant and is like "yo, if you want a fight i'll fight you, but outside 'cause i disapprove of property damage" only a lot more refined and condescending. So they fight! outside! and Amarant says some of his generic IT IS ALL ABOUT POWER AND STRENGTH lines and then more guards arrive and Amarant ducks away and Fratley follows. WHICH LEADS TO a confrontation in an alleyway further down, where Amarant is like YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THOSE FOOLS and makes advances upon Fratley because, uh, Amarant thinks power is hot. Fratley (who has, at this point in the narrative, noted that Amarant is pretty hot) turns him down, which... maybe leads Amarant to do some dumb frat boy display of masculinity which I haven't thought of yet. AND THEN THEY PART WAYS or more like Amarant runs off and Fratley doesn't follow. BUT THEN later they run into each other again, at like the market of something. Amarant is --- He was nearing Treno when dusk fell. For a moment, he wondered automatically if he could make it to the city before night, but as soon as the thought came up he dismissed it. After all, Treno was the city of night; its dark crumbling walls had never seen the light of the sun. [...] Grunting in response, Amarant pulled his left hand out of Fratley's pants to dig around in his pockets, his efforts eventually turning up a key; he swayed unsteadily as he stepped toward the door, away from Fratley's relatively steady frame, to shove the key roughly into the lock and twist, spilling into the apartment as the door swung open from his weight. The room was dark, punctuated by strips of hazy light across the wall and floor. Amarant took a half-step back to pull Fratley inside with him, then kicked the door shut with a heel, blocking out most of the dim outside light. The pair continued further inside, Amarant leading vaguely to a black shadow on the wall which resolved into a doorway immediately before Fratley passed through. There was another window, shuttered but still admitting thin strips of light through the slats, which illuminated the bare wall to Fratley's right. Amarant pulled him closer to the window, stumbling now over clothes or other junk discarded onto the floor, and suddenly stumbled and rolled down, so abruptly Fratley had no choice but to follow him down onto what was apparently his bed, a narrow bunk at knee height below the window. Amarant rolled over onto his back, his right arm unwinding from Fratley's neck to trail down his arm as Fratley fell down into the bed, slamming a shoulder against the wall as he attempted to avoid bringing his knees down on Amarant's stomach. He ended with his legs spread wide around Amarant's stomach, his hands placed, mostly for balance, just beyond Amarant's shoulders, his fingers grasping the folds in the cheap sheets. Amarant grinned up at Fratley and slid his hands down Fratley's sides, slowing as he reached the loosened waistband of his pants. He lazily wiggled his fingers into Fratley's pants, his fingertips just brushing against Fratley's fur. Fratley shuddered Amarant's touch and twitched his hands closer to Amarant, just barely touching his shoulders. He bucked his hips upward when Amarant dug deeper and began trailing his fingers through the thick fur right above his cock. "Sit up," Amarant growled out, his fingers still probing around Fratley's stomach. Fratley obligingly sat up somewhat, sliding his hands to rest on his thighs as he straightened his back. With this new position, Amarant quickly unbuttoned Fratley's pants and slid them down until they pulled tight across Fratley's thighs, their hands brushing together briefly. Fratley's sheath was taut against his stomach; an inch or two of his pink cock stuck out past the furred lip. Amarant traced his fingers around the edge of Fratley's sheath, which grew more distended with his hardening cock by the second. Fratley shuddered and hunched down again as Amarant lazily drew his fingers across his cock, slick with viscous fluid. Amarant slowly stroked Fratley's thick cock, grinning upwards at his blissful expression, as more of his cock slid out in the open. Amarant trailed his fingers down Fratley's emerging shaft, then dropped them to the rumpled fabric of his pants. He reached into the damp darkness below Fratley's cock, tugging out Fratley's heavy balls. Amarant exhaled softly, surprised, as he pulled Fratley's balls out from the confines of his pants and slowly trailed his fingers across the furred sack. He cradled the heavy orbs in his palm, each one alone filling his broad handspan. Amarant worked at unbuckling his own belt, now, freeing his thick cock to press up against Fratley's balls. He closed his eyes and groaned, grinding his dick against Fratley's. He bucked up unexpectedly, mashing their cocks together and drawing a startled gasp from Fratley, as he tried to work off his pants while lying almost-pinned. By edging the tip of one boot into the ankle of his other, he freed one foot, then repeated the maneuver to free the other. His pants were more of a challenge; with his hands pressed against Fratley's waist, still tugging idly at Fratley's cock as he wiggled about, he managed to shimmy his way out of one leg, but the other had bunched around his knee. Fratley made a breathy panting sound from above him as he continued slipping his fingers around Fratley's cock; he gave up on working himself out of the tangle of his pants. The revealed length of Fratley's cock was as long as Amarant's erect dick and a great deal thicker, but it was still half-hard-- spongy and flexible, bending down from its own weight so the head almost touched Amarant's hairy chest. Fratley looked down at Amarant staring and reached down with one hand to pump his cock, sending heavy droplets of slimy precome drooling from the tip to slide down the shaft and nestle around his bulging sheath, some dripping off the heavy flesh onto Amarant's chest. Amarant pulled loosely on Fratley's forearm, and Fratley obligingly tipped forward until their chests pressed together, their slick cocks sandwiched between. Amarant ran his hands down Fratley's sides, ending at the loose waistband of his pants, already bagging below Fratley's hips, which he proceeded to push further down; he worked the garment down Fratley's legs until it caught against Fratley's clawed feet. Fratley sat up, his cock swinging in a heavy arc in front of Amarant's face, and twisted around to pull off his pants, tossing them aside, off the edge of the bed with the rest of their clothes. Amarant slid downward, closer to Fratley's now entirely-free cock, rumpling the bedsheets further. Fratley spread his legs wide to give Amarant access, and as Amarant slid down his sweaty skin and slick cock caught against Fratley's matted fur, his dick pressing against the hard muscled grooves of Fratley's body, followed by Amarant's heavy hand. Amarant groaned and arched his hips, griding his cock between the slick, hot flesh of Fratley's cock and the rough, damp fur of his thighs and stomach. Opening his eyes in slits, he leaned upwards to lick the broad tip of Fratley's cock and smiled as Fratley shuddered above him. He closed his hands around Fratley's thick shaft, then dragged them slowly down the length of Fratley's dick to cup them around his bunched sheath. More of Fratley's bloated shaft continued emerging in jerks and spasms from between Amarant's fingers as he tilted his head forward, his lips sealing around the flared head of Fratley's cock. Fratley closed his eyes and arched back, sending a few inches of cock into Amarant's mouth. Amarant choked around Fratley's dick on his first thrust, but sucked enthusiastically and slowly swallowed more of the thick shaft as Fratley arched his hips up; he placed his hands against Amarant's head, one against his shoulder, his fingers cupping Amarant's yawning-open jaw, the other pressing against the back of his head, clutching his heavy dreds. Amarant's cock, rock hard, pressed against the back of Fratley's thighs, as Amarant noisily sucked Fratley's dick, the muscles in his neck taut as he bobbed forward, swallowing the head of the dick into his throat. Amarant slid his fingers up from Fratley's dick; his fingers, slick with precome, smearing the fluid into the fur on Fratley's stomach and thighs. Amarant looked up at Fratley and pulled back wetly, panting out little breaths as he released the head of Fratley's dripping cock from his lips. He swallowed breathlessly and stared in the dark at Fratley's cock for a moment as the sloppy mixture of spit and precome that coated Fratley's cock drooled down onto his beard and chest. He slid a few fingers down Fratley's shaft, tracing the edges of the slick, dripping flesh. It was achingly hard now-- thick, bloated and pulsing with his heartbeat. His cock jutted out from his body, reaching almost to his muscled pectorals. It distended in the middle, the shaft becoming a wide oval until it was pulled back to a near-circle by the throbbing head, which flared wider still than the rest of the shaft. The tip of his cock was drooling out hot precome onto Amarant's chin and neck as he continued to stroke it, to Fratley's continual shudders and moans. Amarant's own cock mimicked Fratley's, twitching and shooting out strands of precome against the short, stiff fur on Fratley's balls and sheath and onto Amarant's belly. He fucked his hips upward, thrusting his cock alongside Fratley's heavy balls as he stroked and suckled on Fratley's massive cock. Fratley shifted his weight to his right arm, unsteadily tipping over to press his weight against the wall, and slid his left hand across Amarant's face, his fingers almost touching Amarant's bruised lips. He slid his fingers down, along Amarant's jutting jaw covered by thick red hair, to the broad muscles in his neck, his fingers becoming slick with spit and precome, through the slick trails of precome on his chest and belly until he grasped firmly around Amarant's cock. Amarant let out a low groan and thrust his cock through Fratley's fist, griding their balls together. His cock spat out thick strings of precome, splashing against his belly and thighs as Fratley began jerking him off. Fratley softly stroked his fingers along Amarant's shaft, sliding his slick foreskin down until his fingers were tangled in Amarant's thick pubic hair, then he'd reverse direction, squeeze down, pull the loose folds of skin up until they were bunched up past the head of his cock, then start over again, moving teasingly slow but tremoring and unsteady, especially when Amarant would lock his lips around the wide head of his cock or press his fingers inside his tight sheath. But Amarant, growing impatient, reached down to cup his hand around the firm swell of Fratley's ass, slick fingers probing between his cheeks for the tight pucker. He pulled Fratley forward, unexpectedly, and he crashed down, his face pressing against Amarant's trailing dreds and his cock slapping down all across Amarant's chest, hot and slippery, sliding up until the head was pressed firmly against the crook of Amarant's neck, still drooling out slick drops of precome. Amarant's cock was jammed against the back of Fratley's balls, the head pressed between sweaty folds of furred skin. For a moment he tried to fuck against that, his cock sliding wildly against Fratley's back under his tail. He slid down further, until Fratley's cock was almost level with his face, dripping precome on his nose and mouth, and pressed the head of his cock against Fratley's ass, sliding it up and down until it caught on Fratley's tense, puckered asshole. Amarant pressed a kiss against the tip of Fratley's cock, the slick precome coating his flushed lips with its musky, bitter tang. He arched upward, planting his feet flat on the bed as he practically lifted Fratley into the air on his thighs. The head of his cock finally popped into Fratley's ass, Amarant groaning loudly against Fratley's chest as the first few inches hammered into Fratley. Amarant swiftly began bucking his hips, trying to drive more of his cock into Fratley's asshole. Fratley had propped his arms up on their elbows above Amarant's head, and as Amarant randomly jabbed his cock deeper into his ass, he felt it stab against something inside him that pulled out a wheezy moan. Amarant quickly took advantage of Fratley's breathy responsiveness and clasped his hands against Fratley's waist, pulling him so that his cock would jolt against his sensitive inner walls with each rapid thrust. Fratley moaned and grunted above him as his cock continued to splatter out precome over Amarant's neck and chest, thick trails of it coating his skin. As Amarant hammered his cock into Fratley's ass, Fratley's cock started to spurt out precome with more force, thick splatters of it coating his face and dripping into his open, panting mouth. The strong-smelling fluid clung to his skin, and he closed his eyes, blissful, as he started fucking his whole cock into Fratley's tight ass. Above him, Fratley panted out an unceasing litany of small, short moans and grunts as Amarant fucked him harder. He leaned up, the muscles in his chest tense and rigid, and pressed his face against Fratley's furry chest. He licked and sucked at the edges of Fratley's cock, the thick head flared too wide to easily fit in his mouth. Heavy, slimy precome laid down thick trails across their bodies as it continued to pour from Fratley's cock. Amarant bucked into Fratley, shoving his cock past Fratley's tight asshole and into the burning heat inside. He slammed his entire cock into the confines of Fratley's ass, only to drag it back out until his flared head was dimpling Fratley's tight asshole, before fucking his entire cock back in, his powerful thrusts jostling Fratley's heavy balls. He felt his orgasm approach, deep in his gut, and slowed his thrusts to drag it out for as long as possible. Fratley, however, was already panting and moaning as Amarant hammered into his ass, so close to coming as his cock poured out more and more precome. As Amarant shifted, he slid his hands down, and they rubbed against the short, stiff hair on Fratley's jostling balls with each drawn-out thrust. Fratley groaned out, low, and curled his arms around the top of Amarant's head as he started to come. Thick strands of come shot out of Fratley's cock, the first few slapping against Amarant's head but continuing on, streaking his hair with white, some even hitting the bottom of Fratley's muzzle. Amarant pulled back, and the next few splatters of come shot directly onto his face, the thick fluid clinging tightly to his skin as Fratley continued to unload. He took the head of Fratley's cock into his mouth, only to pull back, coughing, as the thick bursts of come filled his mouth and stuck to the sides of his throat. He continued fucking Fratley as thick bolts of come splattered across his face, his cock spasming and twitching as he started to come. He slammed his cock into Fratley's ass, his pubes scratching against Fratley's heavy balls. He nuzzled Fratley's slick cock, more come shooting onto his face and chest as he shot his own load into Fratley, thick bursts of come coating the inside of Fratley's ass. He was panting now, jerky desperate moans escaping from his throat as he came hard, his balls pulling up tight against the base of his cock as he trembled, hips still pumping automatically as he shot his come into Fratley's ass. Fratley was starting to wind down, his cock still pouring out thick blasts of come onto Amarant's body, but with less and less force, now almost just pissing out come. Amarant's thrusts stuttered as he shuddered and his cock popped out of Fratley's ass; he continued thrusting, his shooting cock skidding against Fratley's sweaty fur as he kept coming, strands of his come splattering against Fratley's back and tail. Fratley collapsed on top of Amarant, his last few thick pulses of come drooling out between their sweaty bodies. Amarant was still coming, humping upward against the back of Fratley's thighs, eyes squeezed shut, as he splattered his come across Fratley's lower back and their enmeshed legs. His mouth was wide open, panting, and Fratley tilted down and kissed him, his long tongue probing, licking into Amarant's open mouth. Amarant pulled his right arm from Fratley's hips and wrapped it around his head, pulling him closer as he kissed back, his tongue flattening against Fratley's sharp teeth. They pulled apart eventually, with Amarant breathing like a horse and puffing all over Fratley's face. He buried his face in the crook of Fratley's neck and let out an inarticulate groan and brought his left hand down to give his cock a last tug. --- (( after first meeting, amarant notices fratley at a bar and pulls him aside)) The narrow hallway was only a few feet wide, with shallow doorways filled with equally narrow doors spaced evenly along the hall. It was very dark; there were no lights in the hall and the lanterns in the main room didn't particularally illuminate the hallway. Amarant pulled him into an alcove Fratley took at first to be another doorway at the end of the hallway towards the back of the bar, only to stumble up a few steps in almost pitch-blackness until Amarant paused halfway up what was apparently a disused and rickety back staircase to the upper floor. Amarant looked over at Fratley's proximate location, and in a flash Fratley realized what was extremely dim, diffuse light to him was likely pitch blackness to Amarant's weaker eyes. But Amarant had no problem sliding his hand up his forearm, grasping tightly around his elbow as he leaned against Fratley with his entire body, practically pinning him to the wall with the banister pressing uncomfortably against Fratley's lower back. Fratley could feel Amarant grin against his shoulder a second before Amarant spread his arms, curling them around the banister on side of Fratley's hips. He pressed a light kiss against Fratley's clavicle, followed by a much heavier, open-mouthed kiss against the bottom of Fratley's muzzle and Fratley reared back, although partly in an attempt to match lips with Amarant, who pulled back, still grinning widely and somewhat predatorily. "I wanna make you come," Amarant started, his voice quiet and softened somewhat from drunkenness, though the harsh growl was everpresent under the surface, "right here," he clarified unnecessarily. Fratley could feel Amarant's full lips and bared teeth against his neck as Amarant trailed off, then slowly sunk downward until he was kneeling on the steps, one leg higher than the other, his mouth level with Fratley's crotch. He pulled up on Fratley's undershirt, exposing the muscled plane of his abdomen, and worked eagerly if unsteadily to unbuckle Fratley's belt, unbutton his pants, and pull them to his knees, exposing Fratley's half-hard cock as quickly as he could. He looked up at Fratley's face, dim in the near-darkness, as he leaned forward, mouth making contact with the hard muscle just above his hips. He wrapped a large hand around Fratley's sheath, tugging at it harshly as if he couldn't wait for Fratley to get fully hard. "I wanna suck you off," Amarant said, staring up at Fratley. "I want you to fuck my mouth," he continued, grinning as he felt the tremor through Fratley's legs at his words. Not waiting for a response, he buried his mouth against Fratley's sheath, pressing in with his lips and tongue to tease his limp length. Fratley's cock shuddered as he got hard, pushing past Amarant's mouth to peek from his sheath, and Amarant immediately took the first jutting inches into his mouth, slurping noisily. Fratley groaned inarticulately, his hands fluttering awkwardly against Amarant's head and shoulders as he tried to determine just where he could rest them. Amarant bobbed down, his lips pressing against his sheath as his cock surged deeper into his mouth, and Fratley settled his hands on the sides of Amarant's face, tilting his head forward so his half-hard dick thrust against the roof of his mouth, pressing against his hard palate. Amarant groaned as his cockhead pressed against his tonsils, and the reverbration ran straight through his body. Amarant wrapped his oversized hands around Fratley's hips as he bobbed on his cock. He ran his fingers through the short fur across the back of his thighs and ass as he probed with his fingers towards Fratley's asshole. ---