This is for the FMA_60min prompt [LET IT OUT], so usual warning that this was written in 60 minutes
Alex Armstrong's tailored shirt was confining. As he strode through the alleys of Rush Valley, it chafed and tugged, leaving marks on his neck and wrists. Alex didn't care much for automail, but the town had other attractions. Its backstreets were known as a place where men could partake in a certain type of encounter.
A rustling echoed in the distance and Alex paused. A man wearing a purple shirt came into view. Alex's gaze landed on his lacquered lips, then his broad chest and his muscular thighs. Alex's masculinity burgeoned within him until he could no longer constrain it.
"I am Armstrong!" he yelled, ripping off his shirt. His face glimmered, and he pulled a few roses out of his pocket and tossed them up in the air.
"Um, I'm Garfiel," the man replied, as the roses landed. "And I mostly announce myself without fanfare, to be honest."
Alex chuckled despite the slight, enamoured with Garfiel's muscular build and thick dark hair. He was so enamoured that his pants also felt confining.
"I am Armstrong!" he screamed as he ripped them off.
Garfiel stepped forward and placed his hands on Alex's chest. "I'm pleased to meet you," he said. Leaning forward, he kissed Alex's cheek, then his jaw, then placed his lips firmly on Alex's. The kiss was intense, and as their mouths consumed each other, Garfiel's hands moved down Alex's torso and up his back where sweat was glistening. "You're so strong," he whispered, nipping the other man's neck, and pressing against his crotch where his erection was growing.
Alex's hands slid under Garfiel's suspenders, and he gently pulled them off of his shoulders. He moved to the buttons on his shirt, and unfastened them methodically, letting it fall to the ground. Garfiel's chest was impressive, and Alex fondled it from top to bottom before embracing him roughly and pushing him against the wall of a nearby building, catching him in a harsh kiss. Alex moaned as Garfiel gripped the front of his underwear, which was bulging obscenely. In fact, the garment had become too tight.
"I am Armstrong," Alex yelled as he ripped off his underwear and threw it across the alley. Garfiel gave him an alarmed glare, but then his gaze settled on Alex's growing cock. Getting to his knees, he plunged it into his mouth. Alex hissed as Garfiel's tongue swirled, and his hands clenched onto his shoulders.
"More," Alex growled, and Garfiel started sucking, taking him deep down his throat, panting as his head bobbed, smearing his lipstick everywhere. Alex's hips started thrusting. "Please," he howled, "Please." He took in a deep breath as he reached the mark, grasping the back of Garfiel's head and holding it in place as he came. Garfiel kept sucking, licking Alex clean and swallowing every drop.
Alex exhaled deeply as he pulled Garfiel to his feet.
"You know you have perfect lips," Alex whispered, brushing his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss and tasting his release.
They embraced for a few moments until Garfiel said, "I'm sorry, I have to go." He picked up his shirt and shook out the dust before scuttling away.
Meanwhile, Alex was looking around in consternation. His shirt was ripped to shreds, as were his pants and underwear. None of them were fit to cover his body. Nervously, he peeked down the alley, plotting the best way to escape unseen, suppressing the urge to yell his name loudly.
