“Again! C’mon, Amino, keep your guard up. But also lower your posture, or else I’m gonna punch you in the side.”

“You are the worst teacher.”

“Is that the proper way to treat me? You know you can’t resist my charm, anyway.”

The 14-year-old, almost 15, gryphon rolled his eyes and squared his shoulders, putting up his arms in front of him as he lowered his stance, bending his knees, just like Lonato had taught him. His instructor, the handsome and totally-his-boyfriend cheetah, ducked in low, hands clenched into fists, and aimed for his gut-- it was a common tactic, and Amino swayed his body to the side, letting the fist sail past his side. He swung his own arm down and gripped around Lonato’s elbow, pulling him closer as he lifted his other hand to put it against the cheetah’s neck. It should have worked out exactly like he calculated; tuck a paw behind his ankle and push against the neck, causing him to fall, but somewhere along the way, he'd lost sight of the logistics. Lonato pulled at his top wrist and yanked him around. In a blur, he found himself on the floor, but the cushioned training mats of the arena they were practising in absorbed most of the impact, leaving him with nothing but a sense of defeat. The cheetah tapped at his chest, where a sleek form-fitting plate was strapped across it, exposing his midriff, flashed and lit up red.

“Up you get.” Lonato leaned over him. “This is the perfect time to master your combat techniques.”

“I’d master them quicker if you were always putting me on the mat every second.” Amino grumbled, but he took Lonato’s hand and let the cheetah help him to his feet. They stepped apart again without another word, and Lonato briefly brushed and dusted Amino’s shoulder pads, which were of the same make and intended use as the one across his chest, before the cheetah retreated and they both assumed the same positions as before.

Lonato stepped forward first that time, swinging his leg up, and Amino lifted his arm to block his boyfriend’s paw from kicking him straight in the face. The impact was rough, but Amino braced well; he had a good teacher. Lonato’s leg swung down and he swivelled on the spot, striking out with a hand, but Amino deflected the blow by meeting its impact with his arm and letting it brush off his scaled avian arms to the side. Another came, this time on the opposite side, and he blocked it just the same, before the first arm swung horizontally across his body. He ducked, and saw an opportunity, sweeping his leg across Lonato’s ankles...but his boyfriend and instructor wasn’t a mercenary for nothing. The feline leapt over the sweeping leg and retreated momentarily as Amino rose, and the gryphon attempted to use the momentum, his naked body swinging and jiggling with the motion, as he spun and spun his leg outward for a roundhouse kick. It was unorthodox, practically martial arts...and Lonato saw right through him, blocking it in the same way Amino had previously.

“Good!” The cheetah’s eyes sparkled with delight, his gaze briefly running down, licking his lips, before he retreated. Amino didn’t feel flustered; if anything, he found it amusing, perhaps a little endearing, how sexual the cheetah was. Even in Brilanta, a civilisation that boasted wondrous technology alongside nudist ideologies, Lonato found a way to ogle the eye candy, especially when it came to the gryphon. Amino straightened his grey furred body, exposed cock and balls jiggling with each subtle movement, before he settled back into a fighting posture.

“Abby would have had a field day watching us fight.” Lonato remarked as he returned to his stance, slowly approaching with a shuffling of his feet.

“She would have wanted to join in and give you a run for your money...and probably wipe the floor with me,” Amino pointed out. “But she’s busy on that breeding job in Enoria...we’ll have to do without her.”

“Guess so.” Lonato flashed a grin before striking out again. The gryphon, prepared this time, ducked under and around the side, grabbing the arm as before, but this time he pulled it over his shoulder and heaved with his slender body. He didn’t have nearly the same strength as Lonato, but he didn’t have to-- momentum did the majority of the work in getting the cheetah over his shoulder, and with a satisfying thump, the feline hit the mat. Once he was down, Amino did the same he had to him, and quickly delivered a cushioned punch to the plate on Lonato’s chest-- it was one of the many strapped-on pads they had on their body, with another on their back, and a couple more on the backs of their legs. When struck, they lit up, indicating a confirmed hit.

Amino knew Lonato wouldn’t be pissed, but he was surprised to see him look downright smitten at being outdone on the training field. He grinned up at the gryphon with wide eyes before quickly rolling and pushing himself to all fours, sliding back to his feet and assuming a low position, arms up and ready.

“You’re getting good,” Lonato’s voice was full of pride and affection, and it made Amino’s cheeks warm and his heart twist. “Though I don’t think you’ll ever beat me.”

“We’ll see about that.” The gryphon scoffed, flexing his fingers. To their right, someone lets out a grunt of discomfort as they land with a crashing thump onto the mat, but Amino only glances in their direction. Most of the people on the training mats in the East Fermuran Training Arena are Lonato’s co-workers, a couple of them his superiors, and the rest are a mixture of aspiring cadets or people like him, who want to learn basic hand-to-hand combat.

“You wanna bet on it?” The cheetah perked up, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s have a Du-Batal. First to 3 hits wins-- I’ll even spot you two, so you only have to get one.”

Amino’s eyes widened at the suggestion; he hadn’t heard Lonato bring it up before, but he was familiar with the custom. Of the three tribes that came together to form Brilanta as it’s known in modern times, Fermuro was largely known as a tribe of warriors, with incredible combat prowess, and strict cultural traditions and regimes that, in recent times, have become a little more lenient. Of them, the Du-Batal is one widely participated in in Fermuran culture; Amino’s seen a couple of streams and did some research on the subject, some years ago.

“Not scared, are you?” Lonato teased, and Amino just pulled a face.

“Hardly,” He matched his boyfriend’s grin. “You’re on.”

With a somehow even wider smile, the cheetah straightened and tapped away at his ArmGear for a moment. Above them, a noise clamoured, causing the other sparring partners to pause as a screen projected a view of the arena below, before centring on the gryphon and cheetah respectively. Words flashed up on the screen, signifying their duel. Amino didn’t know every detail of the duel...though he didn’t mind an audience, he didn’t realise it was so widely paraded around. It was natural for Lonato to love something like that.

“Alright, the rules...” Lonato cleared his throat as people around them started to congregate, forming a circle to watch. “We’ll use weapons this time, first of all. If the pad lights up, it’s a confirmed hit. Any fighting style is allowed...you only need one hit on me to win, but I need three on you.”

“Okay...” Amino was following along easily enough, remembering most of it from his research, and he watched as Lonato stuck himself bare-handed twice in succession in the chest, taking two hits deliberately, which flashed red twice. To the side, someone brought over a woven canvas rack that unfolded when they held it at one end, displaying a row of shiny aluminum weaponry. Amino stepped forward and slid a long staff out of its holster; it was tall enough to be above his head, but reach is what he was banking on. Lonato quickly approached and grabbed two slender-looking sticks, wielding one in each hand.

“This is like when we spar, so, once you get a hit in, we reset,” Lonato continued to explain as he moved back into position, twirling the sticks around with ease. “Oh, and the winner gets to make passionate love to the loser.”

“Sure I can’t lose on purpose?” Amino teased, readying the staff in his hands, gripping at the very bottom with one and holding the middle with the other.

“If you do, I won’t let you cum.” Lonato fired back, and Amino’s face soured. If it was what his boyfriend wanted, he’d give it his all...it wasn’t like he wanted to lose, anyway.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Lonato tapped on his ArmGear and a siren sounded on the screen above their heads, before the murmuring crowd went hush. Lonato bowed his body, sticks at the ready, holding them pointed away from him like he was hunting prey. A stillness settled between them for a moment as both of them played chicken, wondering who would move first. In the end, it was Lonato who was impatient; he pushed off with a paw and closed the distance in a blur, raising one of the sticks high.

His boyfriend was right in his observation; Amino was definitely improving, and at a solid rate. If Amino had tried this sort of thing in the past, he wouldn’t have had the reaction times to counter Lonato’s incoming strike, but now he was ready; he twisted the staff, and though he originally intended to jab at the cheetah’s incoming wrist to disarm him and push the stick away, he missed, and instead pushed downwards, forcing Lonato to drop his arm and retreat. The cheetah spun on the spot, using the momentum of his fallen arm to raise and spin it around for a strike towards Amino’s chest, but the gryphon pushed the staff to an upright position and bolstered it with an open palm, blocking the attack.

“Good!” Lonato retreated briefly, giving Amino time to breathe, and it made the gryphon feel like he had to rise to the challenge-- it was like Lonato was toying with him a little, giving him a handicap. He’d show him how much of a mistake that was.

He angled the staff upwards and pushed forwards, putting his palm on the base of the weapon and stretching out his arm for a forward thrust, before slipping his hand to the side and pivoting in to cup it with the other. Lonato had blocked the first, but Amino kept up the assault, snapping the aluminum staff left and right in an attempt to throw the cheetah off balance. He definitely didn’t underestimate Lonato, and so it didn’t surprise him when his boyfriend expertly snapped one stick and the other back and forth, deftly deflecting or blocking his blows-- he deliberately seemed to alternate, but it was a little hard for Amino’s eyes to keep up; Lonato was fast, and not just because he was a cheetah. He had years of experience under his belt that Amino was only just beginning to crack the surface of.

The older male spun, ducking under a side swipe of Amino’s staff, and with an upward thrust, he pushed the flat end of one of his sticks straight into Amino’s chest, sending him staggering back a couple of steps. The gryphon looked down and gawked at the flash of red across his chest, indicating a hit. He snapped his head back up to see his boyfriend smirking over him, twirling his sticks in a circle in front of him, showing off. Amino steeled himself and grinned, feeling a competitive streak in him rise as he moved back to his position. Lonato shuffled back and the two hovered for a moment, assuming their usual battle stances, before a noise above them sounded to move-- another part of the Du-Batal system.

Lonato approached, but Amino went on the offensive first again, his staff swinging out as he twirled, trying to swing it around at its maximum reach. Lonato, in his typical show-off fashion, leaned backwards and let the staff sail right over his body, brushing just an inch or two above the plate strapped to his chest. Amino took the momentum of the swing and spun again, just in time for his head to spin around and see Lonato raising his sticks to strike him, swinging towards the shoulder parts on either side of his head. The gryphon twisted his arms just in time to snap the staff up, and a metallic clang rang out across the arena as their sticks clashed. Lonato had a fiery look in his eyes, his smile wide, and for a moment, the two hovered in that position, with Lonato applying pressure to see if Amino would break. The gryphon was strong enough to hold his own, but he felt flushed when Lonato deliberately dragged his eyes up and down.

“Don’t get distracted.” Amino scoffed, unable to suppress the grin spreading across his beak.

“I should be telling you that.” Lonato shuffled a leg closer and Amino felt the delicate pressure of the cheetah’s knee slowly pushing up against his balls and towards the base of his member, rubbing upwards and then down. Amino grunted, clearing his throat, before he exerted his strength and pushed Lonato back, forcing the older teen to retreat. There was only a brief moment of pause before Amino closed the distance, sweeping his staff in a way that forced Lonato to jump, before he spun the stick and tried to thrust with it, hoping to catch the cheetah off-guard. Lonato twisted his body to the side and Amino’s staff grazed across his front, not counting as a direct hit, and the gryphon tutted under his breath, bringing the staff back. Before it could reach him, Lonato lifted a leg and stomped down on the end of it with a paw, forcing Amino to bend, and with a sharp ‘thwack’, Lonato’s stick came down on Amino’s padded right shoulder. It flashed red, and the gryphon hung his head.

“Don’t be discouraged,” Lonato squatted. “Remember, I get to fuck you after this.”

“Har har.” Amino rolled his eyes, and lifted his head. Lonato clasped it with his own and pulled him to his feet, before yanking him in closer.

“I mean it. You’re doing great,” Lonato leaned in and planted a patter of kisses from Amino’s beak all the way to his cheek. “Maybe you’ll get me in this one. Neck and neck, right?”

“Your ass is gonna feel so good.” Amino confidently remarked, and Lonato’s tail flicked playfully as they withdrew, going back to their positions. Amino shifted tactics, moving from his previous stance to one where the staff was swung behind his back, pressed across the length of his arm, and Lonato twisted his head to the side before he smirked, flipping his sticks to hold them backwards. Amino liked that his boyfriend would rise to the challenge like that.

The sound blared, and they both charged, ready for a final all-out bout. Lonato brought his arm down in a vertical slash, and Amino flicked the staff to deflect it, loosening his grip to let it slide so that he could thrust. He planted step after step, following techniques and movements he’d seen online through preliminary courses into combat, where the distribution of one’s weight mattered. Each shuffle, jiggle, and hop could mean victory or defeat. Lonato retreated as Amino swung the stick overhead, and the crowd was still and silent, not even flinching as the aluminum cracked off the stone ground. Amino dragged it forward, flicking it up and using the momentum to bring it over and around his shoulder in another horizontal slash, and he watched as Lonato ducked. He could see it; his line of action, where he intended to strike.

Amino turned his body to the side as the stick sailed across his chest, and his beak twisted into a smirk as Lonato’s expression and surprise and pride, but both of them were at a stalemate, unable to follow up on the whiff. Amino twirled on the spot and they swapped places on the arena, briefly resetting before closing the distance again. A downward strike, a sweeping blow, the clang and pop of metal against metal as they exchanged blow after blow. Amino’s muscles burned with the effort, but he was having fun. He could keep up with his boyfriend, and had a feeling of where he was going to hit. Truly, he believed he could win...but that’s where their differences became more significant. Amino had plenty of teaching, but he lacked one crucial thing.

The 14-year-old gryphon hissed in frustration and greed as his staff was mere inches away from striking Lonato right in the chest, but the cheetah’s weapons were the only thing stopping him from connecting aluminum to plate. The crowd was hushed and swept up into the duel as much as they were-- Amino had even forgotten they were there. His boyfriend and coach pushed his arms upwards and Amino’s staff swung back, over his head, leaving him open. He strained to bring it back to where he needed it to as he watched the cheetah approach in slow motion, eyes alight with passion, as his dual sticks aimed for the gryphon’s chest. Amino slipped his grip to force the staff to slide down, and once it was halfway he spun it parallel to his body, trying to make a windmill-like shield in front of him. He caught one of Lonato’s sticks with the upwards spin of the staff, but it was too late for the other. It slipped right under Amino’s arm, and...

A flash of red, and a blaring horn-like sound above his head signalled the match was over. Amino’s eyes snapped down to see it for himself; the crimson hue of his failure blinked at him from his own chest, with Lonato’s aluminum weapon connected to it. The cheetah withdrew as Amino dropped his staff, a sigh coming from the gryphon. He wasn’t sour about losing, but he wondered what he could do to improve, what he needed that he was lacking...or maybe Lonato was just better. Before he could think about it in any sort of capacity, he felt the cheetah’s arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, yanking him in, and he heard the 17-year-old’s giggling laughter.

“Babe, you were incredible!” Lonato laughed against Amino’s earhole before pulling back. “You really had me putting up a fight.”

“Hah...did I?” Amino felt strangely bashful, but a sense of pride surged through him too, especially when he saw Lonato’s awe-struck expression.

“Fuck yeah, you did! You’ve improved so much this past year,” Lonato cupped the gryphon’s face with his hands before sliding them down over his arms and towards his hips. “I’m so proud of you.”

The 14-year-old giggled and turned his head to the side as Lonato peppered more kisses along his neck, before moving up towards his back. Amino tilted his head to the side, but it was hard for the two of them to really kiss-- in the end, all he could do was open his beak and let Lonato’s tongue, lacking that sandpaper coarseness of most felines, brush against his, slipping into his beak for a moment before pulling back.

“Well...you’d better take your reward, I guess.” Amino remarked with a smirk, stiffening slightly when the cheetah cupped his hands around Amino’s rump and squeezed, flexing his fingers.

“Not sour about it, are you?” Lonato gave him a look, but Amino just shook his head.

“We both know it’s what you wanted to do,” The gryphon teased, leaning in a little closer when Lonato spread Amino’s furred behind. “And I want it too. It’s a fun custom!”

Lonato’s sheepish grin turned into a wide smile as his hands grabbed up, and his digits slipped around to Amino’s sides to loosen the straps that kept the lightweight plate close to the gryphon’s body. It loosened at the front and back, and the cheetah withdrew if only so he could pull it up and over his boyfriend’s head, and Amino didn’t even need to lift his arms to get it past his beak or shoulders. He brought his own avian limbs up to unbuckle the shoulder pads, and with a shrug, he rolled them off, letting them clatter to the floor. His heartbeat quickened when his hands ran over Lonato’s front, the impression of his fingertips making the plate light up in flashes of red, before he began to undo the plating on the sides in the same way the 17-year-old had done for him.

The difference, however, was that Amino didn’t get the chance to finish-- Lonato hooked a hand around the slimness of the gryphon’s thigh and tugged, forcing him to lift his leg, and with his other hand he stabilised the gryphon’s back as he lowered himself down, taking Amino with him. It was sensual, but certainly distracted the teen from being able to fully undress his boyfriend, not that he minded; they sailed to the floor in a sweeping bow, and Amino felt the plates get clumsily tucked under his behind by Lonato’s roaming hand before Amino was laid all the way back, his head touching the cushioned floor. A bright, cloudless blue sky filled his vision, and he turned his head to the side slightly to see just how many were watching-- a good audience, and what looked like most of the people in the training grounds, from the plating a good 90% of them were wearing. The gryphon’s gaze quickly turned back to Lonato, and he licked the edges of his beak as the cheetah greedily ran his hands over Amino’s naked front, before he withdrew so he could take off his gear.

Knowing what was about to happen, and the situation he was in, it was hard for Amino not to get a little aroused, and his teen cock started to stiffen and twitch as Lonato stretched his back out and pulled the chestplate over his head, tossing it unceremoniously to the side, where it bounced and landed in a heap. The cheetah spread Amino’s legs apart further than they already where, and his hands tucked underneath as he shimmied off his own shoulder pads, and with a lick of his own muzzle he pushed the gryphon’s legs up, revealing every about everything down below to the audience surrounding them, though nakedness was such a common custom that the amount of people who’d seen their genitalia, even in a non-sexual capacity, was in the thousands already.

Lonato leaned in and scooted closer, and the 14-year-old’s eyes travelled down to soak in the sight of his incredibly attractive boyfriend, and his already stiff humanoid-shaped dick, spotted with little nubs along the upper half, near-identical to Amino’s own. It twitched with obvious need, and seeing how much Lonato wanted him turned Amino on too, causing his cock to rapidly harden to full mast. A sigh escaped the gryphon when the older male squeezed and massaged his thighs, and he groaned under his breath as Lonato swept his hands down, brushing back up along the gryphon’s stomach and towards his chest, feeling him all over.

“You know, if you wanted to just fuck, we could have done that without fighting...” Amino teased, watching as the cheetah’s tail flicked playfully at his words.

“We’re going to be doing a lot more than just fucking,” Lonato murmured, though those around them could probably hear regardless. “A Du-Batal is a duel for your pride as a warrior. The loser has to agree to be humiliated by the winner afterwards...so I’m definitely going to be doing that.”

“It just sounds like you wanted an excuse to fuck in front of a crowd.”

“Oh, definitely. I want everyone to see how easily I can make you cum.”

Amino’s cheeks flushed at the thought, and his stomach quivered when Lonato dragged his hands down before his digits wrapped around the length of the gryphon’s cock, the other cupping around his hips and squeezing his flesh, making it dent and sink against the imprint of his fingertips. Another groan escaped Amino as Lonato’s hand stroked from base to tip, and sure enough, it made him squirm-- he wriggled atop the plating, lifting his behind up, and his toes curled as a hum escaped him, appreciating the touch. He could feel the cheetah’s cock nudging up against his taint, dragging and sliding, threatening to slip down far enough to prod the spot Amino knew he was going to reach, eventually...the suspense of it and the subtle teasing were riling him up.

He sucked in a breath as Lonato stroked his hand down firmly, pressing the side of his fist against the gryphon’s pelvis, and he felt Lonato’s fingers deliberately flex and squeeze, albeit gently, around his length, as the feline’s cock brushed down and smeared a trail of pre-cum across the fuzz of the gryphon’s taint. The older male inevitably dragged the head of his cock towards Amino’s hole as he raised his thumb and traced the rounded nubs on the 14-year-old’s cock, causing Amino’s cock to throb from the sensitive sensation. A nudge and bump alluded to Lonato’s imminent penetration, and in turn, the gryphon’s entrance clenched and flexed, both responding to him and inviting him at the same time. Lonato’s other hand slid up, settling around Amino’s knee as he pulled the leg more upright and let his ankle rest on the cheetah’s shoulder before, with a sigh, he slowly pushed, making Amino’s entrance spread to accommodate him.

Another heavy groan came from him, filled with desire, and the gryphon arched his back as his boyfriend sank in, pushing until he was almost halfway inside before pausing and then slowly sliding in the other half, pressing to the hilt without just a handful of seconds. He frustratingly kept his other hand still on Amino’s cock as he thrust, and when he tugged back he kept it still too, and the 14-year-old could tell it was deliberate. When Lonato thrust in for the second time, however, he lifted his hand and stroked down in time with his thrust, his other hand squeezing Amino’s knee as he pressed to the hilt and sighed with bliss alongside Amino’s protesting half-grunt, half-moan.

Lonato lapsed into a relatively slow rhythm, and that too was purposeful; Amino knew his boyfriend very well, and knew he loved to showboat when he had the opportunity to, but only when he had an audience to show off to. The murmurings of the crowd reminded Amino of how many were watching, but his eyes were on Lonato...though, it wasn’t like the audience didn’t turn him on a little, knowing he was being proudly fucked by his boyfriend for losing a duel. The cheetah started picking up speed after a few moments, once the pre-cum had started to slicken up his pumping cock, and Amino’s breathing began to quicken as pleasure started spreading across his body. His member twitched wildly within Lonato’s grip, and the older teen encouraged him with a stroke here and there, sometimes in time with his rolling hips, and sometimes irregular and spontaneous.

Over time, the cheetah leaned over the gryphon’s laid-out body, and Amino closed his eyes to relish the feeling, his body shuddering every so often as the feline began to move faster and faster. The squishing, lewd sounds of their sex became more audible as more pre-cum coated the cheetah’s cock, and Amino could hear the sighs and hums of approval from the crowd, his ears twisting to listen to the occasional noises, intermingled with Lonato’s panting and his own quiet moaning. He parted his beak to let his noises of approval flow freely, and he inevitably felt his boyfriend’s hot breath against his neck as his hand withdrew from the gryphon’s cock to cup around his other hip, steadying the younger male’s body as he thrust. Their quiet moans combined, their panting plentiful and loud, as the slapping of Lonato’s balls against Amino’s slender behind started to blend in with the sounds of sex.

“Had enough yet? I can make you squirm some more.” Lonato murmured into Amino’s ear, and the gryphon moved his hands, snaking one around Lonato’s back and the other pressed to his shoulder, squeezing the muscle and brushing across the mixed coloured fur.

“Don’t tease me.” Amino complained, whimpering slightly under his breath as Lonato deliberately slowed.

“Beg for it.” The cheetah kissed along Amino’s neck and the gryphon rolled his head to the side, his beak clamping shut to suppress a loud groan, and his toes curled again as his fingers flexed against the feline’s back.

“Make me cum, please...” Amino’s voice was strained, but he didn’t feel embarrassed about asking-- it was what they both wanted, after all. At his words, Lonato leaned back and his hand dragged up Amino’s thigh and cupped around his other knee, where he affirmed his grip on both sides and straightened up enough to have Amino’s legs near-vertical, the rest of his body in display for the eager eyes of those around them. His tender, moderately-paced thrusts lapsed into short rapid humps as his eyes stayed glued to Amino’s body, and the gryphon raised his hands to put them either side of him, though he had nothing to grab onto as his hole was fucked and thrust into over and over. The sharp movements quickly brought Amino towards the edge as Lonato’s cock glided over his prostate in fervent strokes, and the gryphon arched his back further, huffing through a parted beak as his moans grew louder. His legs tried to bend on instinct, but Lonato held them firm as he joined in the chorus of noises, his teeth gritted with an imminent release, but he held on as long as possible, wanting to finish at the same time.

Amino felt himself passing the point of no return as a shudder rolled through his body, and he groaned louder, clenching his hands into fists as he strained and stiffened for just a handful of moments until, with a sigh, his entire body relaxed, bar from one turgid object; his member twitched, nubs swelling ever so slightly,  as a thick string of cum shot from the end of his member, splattering into his furred stomach before another arc came right after, more powerful than the first, that reached all the way up to his chest and trickled between his cheeks. A warmth flooded him as Lonato’s fingers relaxed against his legs, and the sigh that came from his boyfriend was indicative of his own release. With each spurt inside Amino’s hole and each flex of his tight innards, the gryphon painted his front, fanning out cum in a cone across his stomach and chest until he was left with a messy display, his hole filled and his body limp with lost energy. He panted, eyes fluttering open to see Lonato sagging over him, cupped around his legs with his arms. The two shared a lazy grin, and Lonato rolled his eyes up as he pushed his feline hips forward and pressed all the way to the base, relishing the feeling.

Turning his head to the side, Amino passed a glance over the crowd and saw some of them had definitely enjoyed the show, but none of them wanted to make a mess of the training floor; he could see quite a few twitching cocks and groping pussies. He turned his head back to Lonato and he tensed up slightly as the cheetah pulled back, his hole spasming and squeezing around the withdrawing member until it popped free from his entrance, swinging upwards before it dropped, half-limped, coated in fluids. His hands dropped and Amino’s legs slid to the sides, where his knees bent so he could hook them around the cheetah’s body. Lonato thrust forward and let his cock drag along Amino’s inner thigh, where he inevitably settled up against his own length and balls.

“We should get cleaned up,” Lonato commented, leaning forward and propping himself up with his hands. “I think we’ve done enough training for today.”

“I think my legs would wobble too much if we did any more.” Amino giggled. “Besides, I think we’ve interrupted other people’s training enough...”

“Wanna go get some food?” The cheetah suggested, dipping his head low enough to kiss along Amino’s cheek and up to his beak again. They exchanged another brief tongue-oriented kiss as Amino hummed his agreement, before the cheetah withdrew and pushed himself to his feet, leaning over to grab Amino’s arms and lift him up too. They collected their gear as the crowd began to disperse, and Lonato led his boyfriend over towards the open-room showers that sat on the edge of the arena, above a set of drains, with racks not too far away with all the chest plates sitting on them.

The two of them cleaned themselves up, very intimately, and had to keep their hands off each other for a little while longer...admittedly, both of them had worked up an appetite, and there was plenty of time to spend together later.