Thanks so much! Here’s a little Bleat AU:
The festival had begun midmorning in a cacophony of music and cheering, but Charles could only feel impatience as heat stirred his loins. While the other fauns mated and bred around him, he had to wait on the competing satyrs to finish fighting for his spring—a ritual to ensure that their faun prince would be cared for only by the most eligible.
Charles nodded in approval as the last satyr standing bellowed his victory, body sleek and rippling with muscle; the grin the satyr gave him was rogueish and full of gleaming teeth, and Charles could wait no longer before darting towards him and capturing his generous mouth in a fierce kiss.