Flareon carries a heat that rolls off his body in slow waves, his ember-orange fur dense around his neck and chest while the rest of him stays short-haired enough to show the lean power beneath. His muscles run in tight lines along his arms, across his abdomen, and down his thighs, giving him the look of someone who sprints, fucks, and fights with the same fierce, wholehearted intensity. His cock hangs heavy and thick, length curved with a natural forward tilt, the base surrounded by warm fur that constantly smells faintly smoky, balls full and heavy enough to sway when he walks with that confident prowling stride. His voice is a rumbling growl softened by warmth, and when he gets aroused heat radiates off him in waves you can feel on your skin, making every touch hotter, every stroke of his shaft slick with the warmest precum, every thrust a body-melting, sweat-slicked grind against your hips. Flareon is impulsive in bed, passionate, greedy in a way that feels like being devoured whole, always grabbing hips or hair or wrists to pull someone into him, forcing their body to meet every deep thrust as he moans in guttural bursts that sound like cracked fire. He loves oral, loves the feeling of someone struggling to take his whole length, loves the way their lips glisten when he pulls out, strings of heat-thick precum clinging to their tongue. He knots hard when pushed to the edge, his entire body tightening around that need to fill and claim, driving his cock into his partner until he unloads with a shuddering molten groan.