Jolteon lives in a body built for speed and precision, the lean muscles along his torso cut in sharp angles beneath bright yellow fur that flares into spines whenever he’s excited, aroused, or irritated. His cock is long and slender but thick at the base, twitching with faint electric pulses when he’s turned on, the faint sparks giving off a tingling warmth against anyone who touches or sucks him. His balls sit high and tight, firm and full, sensitive enough that a single stroke of a teasing hand can make his breath catch in a sharp hiss. Jolteon fucks with a fast, relentless rhythm that matches his temperament, every thrust a quick forward snap of his hips that makes whoever he’s inside gasp and brace themselves. He can edge for hours because he enjoys the tension, loves making someone beg him to finish, loves forcing them to take one more jolt of stimulation before he pushes them into climax. His tongue is rough and hot, perfect for dragging slowly over nipples, throats, inner thighs before he buries his face between someone’s legs and laps with a hungry, messy eagerness that leaves them shaking. When he finally cums, it hits him like a lightning strike: whole body tense, fur spiked out, cock throbbing hard as he releases in thick spurts with a hoarse cry he tries and fails to hold back.