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Christmas at Warlock Court

It was bloody cold walking out into the evening air towards the fire log storage shed; he knew it would be, of course, as it was Christmas eve but after spending most of the day in a cosy heated house (castle, mansion, whatever) he'd sort of forgotten what it was like to actually be outside in December. The black Ellesse jumper that he'd packed in a hurry wasn't doing a very good job of keeping him warm being rather more style than substance. He had jumpers right now in his room that had been left long ago by previous members of the family, who were long-since six feet deep in the family cemetary but he just couldn't bear the thought of being caught in golf wear. Painfully uncool.

As he bundled himself up with an armful of dead tree his long ears pricked at the sound of crunching gravel from out on the circular drive. They weren't expecting any more deliveries today and certainly not guests; this was a quiet Christmas with just the two of them: uncle Mortimer and himself. Or that was what he had been led to believe at any rate. He poked his snout from the roller shutter and could see a pair of headlights breaking through the gloom. It wasn't father's car. Not that he'd wanted his father to come back even if it was with the rest of his clothes he'd left behind. Or his favourite yo-yo, the light up Coca-Cola one he'd sent off bottle tops for that had a clutch and everything. How he'd forgotten to pack it... well no, he knew exactly how he'd forgotten. He'd been siezed from the steps of the Infernal Holy College at the end of term, almost thrown in the back of the car where he'd had to suffer his younger more cherished brother for the whole ride home showing him his bloody achievement certificates and shiny Prefect badge until he was fantasising about feeding him to his friends for the millionth time, bit by bit. Then when they'd reached their four bed modern detached in Ilchester he'd been ordered to stuff his backpack with as much as he could within ten minutes before father made the recklessly fast motorway journey to Wildshire, turning at the famous standing stones and careering down the mile-long private drive to their ancestral home of Warlock Court where he was turned out with urgency and left. That was exactly how he'd forgotten to pack his yo-yo.

The Mercedes lamps went dim and two doors opened. He stepped back into the frosty evening air, nosey as ever, to find out who was inside and what they were bringing. Maybe they were expecting another delivery after all? They'd had so many! Food, firewood, drink, real actual genuine Christmas trees, more food; or they might have presents? After all, uncle Mortimer was popular in the village, he was a nice man very unlike most of the adults that Anar had dealt with so far in his short life who, it had to be said, were mostly friends of his father's and resided in the underworld. Hell did not want nice people. He felt a few degrees colder just thinking about them. The occupants of the car however soon soothed those chilly trembles and he gave the shutter switch a kick with his foot to send the roller crashing back down, sealing the remaining firewood inside. It was an Alsatian lady and boy, carrying big gift bags and laughing. They turned their heads at the noise he'd made closing up the log shed and looked as surprised as him to find each other there at this time.

Before he could get closer to say hello, the front door of the big house opened and uncle Mortimer stepped outside to help the lady with her things, taking a suitcase from out the boot of the vehicle and bringing it inside. Anar hurried after them, careful not to drop any of the logs he was carrying on the wet ground.

"-nice for Bruno to have a little company of his own age this year," the lady was saying to his uncle shrugging off her big fur coat, her eyes shining brightly in the candlelight. She looked right at him, big and kind and friendly, "what's your name, my lovely?" she asked as Mortimer took her coat and hung it in the cloakroom.

"Anar," he replied, still struggling with the logs.

"This is my son, Bruno," she gestured at the dog boy stood silently by her side. "He's normally on his own here at Christmas, it would be nice for you to spend some time together." Her voice was well spoken and clipped so he was very surprised when Bruno dipped his head and said-

"Ja, it is good to have new friends," in a thick German accent.

Anar was not skilled at languages. He wasn't skilled at so, so many things. It was partly due to not being interested in them but mostly because of playing truant for most of High School. He frantically searched his underfilled brain for something, anything; "Achtung. Autobahn?" he ventured and Bruno's long face creased into a grin, "Ja! Very funny!"

"Well look, you two are getting on splendidly already!" the new guest beamed in that totally oblivious way that adults do when they're not actually paying attention.

Mortimer coaxed their new visitors into the parlour, which was a fancy word for living room Anar had decided and had them sit on the plush sofas all comfortable while he made hot drinks. He shot his nephew a look as if to say 'oops, forgot about you,' "just pop the logs down by the hearth, there's a good lad."

Good lad. If there was one thing Anar was confident he wasn't, it was a good lad. He'd been sent here to stay with uncle Mortimer two summers ago just after he'd finished High School because he'd driven his parents to distraction with his magical shenanigans; it had all started with the discovery of dinosaurs in the forest behind the house. A very friendly velociraptor named Rap had found him while he was out sulking and politely explained that he had been looking for his partner whom he had somehow lost while dodging crashing meteors a few hundred million years ago in this exact spot before it was a housing estate. To say Anar had been surprised was a bit of an understatement. But everyone knew dinosaurs were rad, right? Jurassic Park had proved that. He'd watched it every week for a month, knew every death and one-liner off by heart. The cinema had given him free popcorn for being a loyal customer which was brilliant because sometimes his parents forgot to feed him and there were no Pot Noodles in the cupboard. Well the next day he'd returned to the forest to find a different raptor, one who most definitely wasn't friendly and who had tried to take a chunk out of him. They were all friends now, of course. Sort of. He hoped they were alright back home in their hideaway den. He'd find out when Infernal Holy College term started again; they were his enrolled familars after all.

Dropping the logs into the wrought iron basket he felt eyes on him and turned to see Bruno grinning widely and patting the empty space next to him on the cosy velvet sofa. There was a hot steaming mug of cocoa waiting for him too on the dainty table next to it. Sinking down into the furniture he sipped carefully so he wouldn't scald his lips. The lights from the freshly decorated tree flashed steadily as the adults discussed traffic on the M5 and the hassle of the roadworks south of Bridgeminster.

"Mother did not expect extra guest," Bruno said softly, licking stray chocolate from around his velvet muzzle and shifting a little closer to him.

"I guessed," Anar replied, spying the presents in their gift bags ready for the morning. He wondered if he was going to get what he wanted. Probably not, uncle Mortimer was an old geezer and didn't really understand modern technology. All he could do was open the Argos catalogue, point and hope. His brother was getting a violin this year. It was a small mercy he wouldn't be around to hear it being tortured.

"Haff you had busy day?" he was lapping at the dregs of his mug now. Guy was sure thirsty.

"Yeah, s'pose," he shrugged, "we had a few things delivered, decorated the trees, put some lights up, dropped donations off in the village for the poor or something. You?"

"Oh I haff not been busy. Plane ride took most of day, America is long way from here, ja?"

"Ja," Anar agreed slowly. What, America? But he was German. "America? You live there?"

"Nein, is for college," he pulled a face, "mother insists it is good place for me to learn."

Huh. He wasn't big on education, neither, then. "Listen, when I've finished this do you wanna have a go on my Gameboy?" he asked.

Fluffy ears shot up and a big bushy tail tip swished between the sofa pads, "Gameboy? Oh ja! Wunderbar!"

So after draining his festive Snoopy mug, they left the dry conversation and headed to Anar's room on the second floor where he'd made himself quite at home. The room was big, large enough to be called an apartment in a metropolitan setting and was filled with everything a teenager could possibly wish for; tv, vcr, hi-fi system, mini fridge, sky box and a whole basket full of snacks. Bruno prodded one of the inflatable cushions; he'd clearly not seen anything like it before.

"Pretty cool huh? Found those in one of those funny hippy shops down in london by my College. Here-" he handed the Alsatian his Gameboy with fresh batteries in and his Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening cartridge. The dog perched on the end of his bed, paws dangling.

"I'm hoping for a Super Nintendo tomorrow with Super Mario World. Like, I asked for it specifically. Dunno if I'll get it though."

Bruno nodded his head but he wasn't really listening; the handheld device had him enraptured.

Anar switched on his Christmas tree lights and put a mixtape in his sound system; he didn't have any seasonal music only tunes he'd recorded off the radio but he didn't think it mattered, anything was better than the usual silence that he sat in. Back at home there was always shouting of some sort going on, usually directed at him, but here in this big country house Mortimer hardly spoke a word to him and when he did he never raised his voice no matter how hard he tried to antagonise the guy. He tried to make conversation with his new furry friend; "so Bruno, you watch Ninja Turtles?"

The Alsation shook his head, still tapping at the Gameboy.

"You like the Spice Girls?"

Another shake.

"Does it sound like the lyrics to this song are saying 'lick your bum bum now' or is it just me?"

Fuzzy ears pricked up; "hunh?"

"This song," Anar continued, "Informer by Snow, I can't make out the words. It sounds rude, but it cant be if they play it on BRMB, right?"

"My English.. is not too good," Bruno mumbled, his eyes darting helplessly.

"Yeah, course dude, no worries," he grabbed a candy cane off the tree and crunched it noisily, bouncing on his big soft bed next to him happily. This guy was a bit of a sad case but he could educate him a bit, "what about Britney Spears? You've got to like Britney!"

"Are you eating candy? Before meal?"

Anar paused mid chomp, "yeah. You starting on me?"

The dog boy gave him a look that could have come straight from his own mother if the head had not been cute and fluffy, "is very bad," he frowned.

"I'm bad! Bart Simpson's got nothing on me. I put umbrellas up indoors and everything!" He paused, "do you like the X-Files? I've got the first episodes on video if you wanna watch." Before the poor guest could object he slid off the bed and fired up the TV. There must be something they had in common!

"Dinner in half an hour, boys!" Bruno's mother's voice called up the staircase.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Anar replied.

Bruno coughed, "mein mother will not like you saying that."

"Oh yeah? She's a bit stuck up, huh? She an old school pal of uncle Monty's or something?" he asked while throwing cassettes around. "How about Aliens? Can't find X-Files."

"Mother is very important person, ja. Since papa died your uncle has been very kind to her."

"Man, your dad's dead? That sucks," Anar said in his best 'totally not being sarcastic' voice. He hoped it worked. He wished his own dad was dead. Not that it would help any seeing as he was a senior demon but it was a nice thought.

"Ja, five years ago. He was navy commander. I miss him."

"Shit," that got heavy quick, "so what do you want for Christmas? Off the dragon?"

Bruno laughed, mockingly, "You do not still believe in Cinder Claws? Is story for babies, magic dragon who share her treasure from toy hoard and deliver to good boys and girls on Christmas! With funny human helpers all dressed in stripey lederhosen. I am too old to believe such things."

"Alright, chill, just asking like. I told you what I wanted."

The Alsatian thought a little, pausing the game. "I asked for clothing. Stationary. College textbooks. Bogglin," he shook his head, "mother will not buy the Bogglin, she thinks are ugly toy, but I would still like one."

Anar sighed; "that's a rubbish list! What about an Amstrad? Or a remote control car? Or a scooter? Ghostbusters stuff? Don't you have an Argos catalogue where you are? You know, put a big circle round all the toys in biro? Everyone does that!" Bruno looked even more upset now. Damn. Then a genius idea struck him, "I know, we'll play with my slinky down the stairs, that will cheer you up," he grinned, rummaging in a drawer. He pulled out the bright silver spiral and waved it about. He led the confused guy to the top of the staircase and showed him how it worked.

Bruno watched as the toy made it's way down the staircase step by step with the familiar 'scroing, scroing, scroing' noise. It reached the bottom eventually. "And now?" he asked.

"Now you go down and bring it back up and do it all over again," Anar explained, "what did you think you did? Go on, I'll let you do it, seeing as you're our guest and all." He watched him pad down quietly, holding the handrail. He groaned, "not like that, you slide down the bannister, boy you're such a square! Here, let me show you how the master does it-" he hopped onto the smooth rail and slid down, the very picture of cool. He looked at the dog boy whose eyes darted from him to the bannister and back again. "It's fun," he insisted.

They walked back up and set the slinky off again 'scroing scroing scroing' and Bruno nervously tried to jump upon the rail to slide down. He missed and slipped off. To Anar's happy surprise he tried again and got it just right, fluffy tail wagging on the way down.

He looked genuinely pleased with himself, "ja, is fun," he grinned toothily.

"Told you so. I know how to have a good time. We'll take my ferrari out for a spin after dinner if you want. I meant my remote control one," he added quickly after seeing Bruno's ears prick excitedly, "From Miami Vice."

"I haff been to Miami," the dog boy beamed, "is very nice place."

"Good for you, mate. See I knew we'd get along."

They spent a little more time playing about and sliding down the staircase until it was time to eat. The long oak dining table had been magically transformed into something from Cinder's grotto - a silver snowflake table runner ran its length interspersed with red velvet placemats and real holly sprigs with bright red berries, crystal pitchers filled with dainty lights and a big centrepiece of Christmas flowers and dried twigs coated in gold spraypaint and glitter. Over a tasty buffet of freshly baked bread, assorted cheeses and cured meats uncle Mortimer fussed over his lady guest and poured copious amounts of wine into her glass. Bruno still had the Gameboy in his paws. Anar wondered if there was going to be a problem getting it back. If he had been at home now, his younger brother Edward would be reciting some boring old Christmas poems he'd learned off by heart spurred on by mother and father who'd clap and marvel at how clever he was while he would be trying to snaffle up all the cheese on the table. Christmas eve was chaotic and loud with father drinking too much and going on and on about the real meaning of the big day - getting into debt by buying material goods and food consumption to gross excess and how the generators of Hell burned with the anguish of naughty children who didn't get what they wanted. Then father would point at Anar and wag his finger and remind him that he was a little shit who was only good for one thing and that was following him into the underworld. Looking around the table now in it's quiet contented state he wished he'd got to spend longer here. This coming summer he was graduating and the Abyssal Gate called. He would not be coming back to Warlock Court for a long time.

The Alsatian lady's voice broke his thoughts, "are you enjoying the Black Forest ham, dear?"

He sure was, he had a mouth stuffed full of it. "Meff," he answered.

"The baroness always brings treats when she visits," Mortimer explained, "did you bring stollen for dessert?"

"Of course! And lebkuchen for with after dinner coffee. I knew you weren't listening to me earlier when I was telling you what I had in the bags," she teased with a nudge to his arm.

Baroness! Crikey, old Monty had a posh bit of crumpet. Lucky him. Anar's last girlfriend had been turned into a raven. Deliberately, it should be added; she'd wanted to work in the Tower of London as one of its sacred guardians but still, it had been a bit of a blow. He was quite wary of magic on the whole, those who were qualified to use it always seemed to be a bit unstable and as for himself, well, being naturally magical wasn't working out for him to be quite honest. He had no control over the crazy things that he caused to happen and there wasn't enough magic in him to do anything actually useful with it. It sucked ass. Thinking about magic reminded him of one last chore he had to do before the day ended. He wondered if Bruno would like to hang out with him at the stables.

The Gameboy batteries had run flat so the dog boy had finally put it down. Anar swiped it into his pocket just in case. "Hey, Bruno, want to help me put the rugs on the horses?"

"Err, ja, ok."

And so while the grown-ups tidied away the plates and carried the suitcases upstairs to unpack the teenagers bundled up warmly in their coats, gloves and scarves and headed out into the darkness. The lights from the massive Christmas tree out on the front porch illuminated the path down towards the paddock prettily and their hot breath fogged in the air coloured green red and yellow. Bruno asked about the horses, he was slightly nervous around them and Anar reassured him that he had been the same when he had first turned up here last summer. He was very much a city kid, blissfully unaware where most of his everyday grocery items came from until he'd seen the working farm that his uncle ran as a charity. Bruno nodded and complained about the American campus he was studying at being far from any greenery, his real home in Germany being out in rolling countryside. He was studying law in the hope of a career at the justice courts. His mother wanted a safe future for him after what had happened to his father although Bruno himself was desperate for a little excitement and adventure. Not for the first time Anar wished Rap and Rave were here with them, adventure and excitement were their speciality.

The horses' nostrils steamed in the cold as the boys pulled on their rugs and tidied their stalls up, checking hay and water. The last stall was the largest and the inhabitant was rather special.

The massive black stallion roared in greeting and poor Bruno damn near shat himself, backing away from the hinged half door, ears laid flat on his head. Anar gave a small laugh; "yeah he's a bit intimidating isn't he?" He reached out and stroked the velvet muzzle fondly, "how you doing mate? You want your rug?"

The animal rumbled lowly, "no, no, I'll just freeze to death, no big deal. Who's the dog?"

Anar nodded at Bruno, "he's a Christmas guest, he's alright. Aren't you? You're alright?" he slid a huge quilted horse blanket from off the stable wall, nodding to the wary guest.

The Alsatian boy's eyes were wide and his muzzle twitched. Horses weren't meant to just chat to you. They bit and kicked and shat on the floor.

"Destroyer's a nightmare," he said casually, tying the straps around muscular equine thighs and adjusting the generous belly band, "he looks like an ordinary horse until I get close to him, then the magic in my blood turns him into this-" on cue the creature rustled his delicate wings and tossed his mane displaying the curved horn that sat on his nose. "Frightened the crap out of me the first time it happened I aint even kidding."

"You haff magic blood?" Bruno was feeling brave and ventured closer to the freshly blanketed black horse.

Anar raised his head, proudly, "oh yeah, turns out I'm naturally magical, like I'm the first of my kind for a really long time, but I can't go on about it too much because it's meant to be a secret you see. Else the council of sorcerer's will come looking for me. They're a real dry bunch of bastards, trying to regulate all the use of magic and stuff."

Bruno's eyes lit up, "what magic can you do?" he asked.

"Ehhh not much, actually," his shoulders sagged, "not on purpose anyway. My great ancestor was really brilliant and could do loads of crazy stuff. He got magic by getting himself stabbed by some rare artifact apparently. Dunno why. Maybe no-one liked him, neither," he added darkly. He turned to Bruno, "you think I'm cool though, right?"

The dog boy wagged happily, "ja, very cool. You haff Gameboy and talking pony."

Destroyer raised his head and roared warningly, "I am NOT a pony!"

"Take it easy on him, Des, he's German. He's doing well considering I can't speak a word of his language. Right we're done here, I'll see you in the morning after presents, ok?"

The nightmare blew his nostrils, ruffling the aardvark's hair, "sneak me a mince pie, will you?"

Anar smiled and rubbed his horn, "sure mate."

Bruno tentatively reached out a gloved paw and Destroyer let him stroke his thick muscular neck.

"He's my absolute best mate. I mean Rap and Rave are alright, but they still fall out with me occasionally, especially at College when I actually need to boss them about - boy does Rave not like that! But Destroyer's always sound with me." Bruno obviously had many other questions. Anar cut him off, "I'll tell you about them on the way back, come on." He switched off the stable lights and closed the huge wooden doors behind them.

It was pitch black outside now, the path lamps and distant Christmas tree lights cutting through the fog that had descended around them. They shivered and quickened their pace. "So I've got these dinosaur friends, right, called Rap and Rave. I've had to leave them back at the forest behind my parent's house because they won't come here. I met them early last year, they're my only proper friends you know, 'cos having a demon for a dad doesn't make you very popular. Well my father managed to get them into the Infernal Holy College as my familiars while I study to go to the underworld too. I don't want to go to Hell but I got no choice, it's all been sorted. Pissed him off no end when it turned out I was a proper Warlock. I don't really know why." He paused and pulled his coat tighter round him, "I don't know a lot of things. But I do know I'd rather stay here. It's cool here and Mortimer is actually nice to me."

Bruno nodded in agreement; "ja, very nice man. You could just not go? Just stay?" he offered.

Anar shook his head firmly, "if I don't go willingly, I'll be dragged, trust me. And not passing my exams isn't going to work neither; I've failed every test, every piece of work possible and believe me when I say it's quite an achievement to fail everything, and I'm still on the intake list. Father's on the Board of Directors see. That's why he can wander around up here like it's nothing."

They began walking again, Bruno offering his sympathies in his quirky, broken, heavily-accented english, a paw patting on his back commiseratingly.

"Sorry," Anar mumbled, "I talk too much."

"Nein! Is good to talk. My life, it is quiet. Mother is away or I am on campus with Americans who do not understand or laugh at mein accent or funny words. You do not mind my German-ness. You like to share things with me. Is nice. Which is funni as you say you are bad," he grinned teasingly.

Anar shrugged, "I guess I'm just me, really."

They hung up their coats on the rack and made their way back up the staircase. "I can show you my room," Bruno offered.

"Oh! Yeah, sure." He had to admit he was curious, he had done a lot of exploring through the big house and only a few rooms were actually fully furnished and looked lived in. He wondered which was his new dog friend's. "So you've stayed here a few times too, then?"

"Ja, a few Christmas times but we leave before New Year as mother will take me home to other family." He opened the door and showed Anar inside; it was a room he'd seen before but it looked a lot nicer now it had a few of Bruno's things in it - books and clothes and a large soft toy of a reindeer complete with a Christmas bow. "He was given to me by father when I was small," Bruno explained, giving it a squish.

"It's cool," Anar nodded, remembering the large panther plushie that he had over in his room that sometimes lived on top of the wardrobe and sometimes prowled around the premises. Bruno rolled onto the bed and lay on his stomach, wagging his tail, "I have comics, would you like to see? They are on the table," he pointed to a pile over in the corner.

Anar was quite happy to flick through comics any day of the week. He picked up a few and sat down next to Bruno making himself comfy. This really didn't feel like Christmas Eve at all. It just felt like any other Friday night. Back at home he'd be sat in front of the telly with the rest of the family watching the same old Christmas shows that he'd watched on previous Christmas Eve's with a bowl of crisps in front of him and a fizzy drink, counting down the hours until present opening time. He wondered if Bruno still wanted to play with the Miami Vice Ferrari. He seemed quite happy just to read at the moment so he didn't say anything.

"You ok?" he asked, noticing the aardvark looking at him, "you are not being bored?"

"No! No, I'm fine with comics. I've got some back home that I nicked out someone's locker back in High school. It's the only reading I do."

"Oh I love books," Bruno enthused, "I always haff one in my paw. I am still trying to get through Lord Of The Rings. Big book. But of course I expected to be alone..." he trailed off.

"Oh I can go if you like," Anar said slowly, hoping Bruno would stop him.

"You can stay! I will read it later. I stay up very late," he grinned.

Anar nodded. He tried to stay up as late as he could too. Otherwise, what was the point of being a teenager? He flicked through the comics for a while, content to lie on the bed with his new friend and read. When he finished he went to get some more; a few of them had been in German and he wanted to find more english ones. He flipped all the way through to the bottom of the pile and stopped. He'd found something that absolutely was not a comic but had his interest one hundred percent.

Bruno noticed the fascination, "oh, do not mind those..." he huffed dismissively, turning quickly to get off the bed and stop him.

Anar's eyes widened as he held it up, "you've got mucky stuff? That is so cool! Can I read this?"

Bruno's expression was one of cautious relief as he gingerly took it from Anar's grasp, "you will not say anything?" he asked quietly.

"What? Me? Why would I do something like that? Got any more I can see?"

The Alsatian flushed hotly and fussed with the comic pile, drawing a few select editions out from the bottom, "only if you really want..."

He said yes, he really did want. He'd seen a few magazines such as this before being passed around in the schoolyard with much smirking and pointing but he'd never actually flicked through one with purpose. Ponygirl looked exciting; though after spending time with non-anthro horses he wasn't sure if he should be comfortable with that sort of smut or not.

"Come sit," Bruno arranged his bed pillows and sat with his chosen literature on his knee, he was looking at naked wolf boys.

Being a horny teenager was just one of those things in life that there was no escaping, Anar's hormones were running rampant and sex was always at the back of his mind, even when he was with his dinosaur friends - especially when they started snogging each other as they liked to do occasionally. He had no problem with it really, but it had given him a surprise boner more than once. He'd fooled around with his girlfriend before that whole 'turning into a bird' incident and had simply assumed that he was into girls and that was that. Anything to the contrary could be put down to horniness in general as the alternative was just too uncomfortable to think about. He sat on the bed next to Bruno looking at bare anthro horse ladies and his body and mind were certainly conflicted; his body was ramped up and ready to fuck something, anything and then his mind was sternly telling him that it was completely inappropriate to masturbate in front of a posh Alsatian boy that he'd only been introduced to a few hours previously. His dick was throbbing in his shorts as his eyes marvelled at pony girl tits on display all full and round and bouncy and his mind was subtly hinting that actually his bedpartner was kind of cute in a fluffy, bright eyed and bushy tailed sort of way. It was, on the whole, a difficult situation to be found in. "Maybe I should take this back to my room?" he gulped.

Bruno looked up from his buff naked male wolves and looked at Anar with what could only be described as hunger; "nein, nein, it is ok, you do not haff to leave, we can have some fun together if you like..." and a big soft paw moved over the curve of Anar's thigh.

Ok this was not what he'd expected and he really should just get up and go and take his pony girl pictures with him and he absolutely shouldn't under any circumstances encourage the lovely dog boy to touch him any more so quite why he was shifting his groin towards that soft paw pad he really couldn't say. He was just horny, that was all. Boy, girl, it didn't really actually matter, right? Could you like both? Was that a thing? He was pretty sure it was a thing. A blunt claw tip put pressure on his stiffening member and he let out a low involuntary grunt which in turn brought a crimson blush to his cheeks and an increase in his heart rate, "I-I'm not sure if we should do this," he reisisted feebly, not actually wanting it to stop but feeling as though he shouldn't be allowed to enjoy it.

Bruno leaned over closer to him; the magazine discarded, the young aardvark fully in his sights and his muzzle tilting curiously, "but I see you like it," he murmured, stroking firmer now at the bulge beneath his palm, "so it must be ok, ja?" he nodded his head.