[The sound Natsume makes is pure animal, a growling, possessive sort of noise. He nudges Junpei's arm away, drags his tongue over the stretched-out hole once more, then apparently decides its enough. Because he's moving, lithe and graceful and predatory, nuzzling at the back of Junpei's neck as he settles on top of him.
There's no clumsiness, no awkward shuffling -- just the slick, pointed shape of the dragon cock sliding inside Junpei, like it has a mind of its own. There's a pause after a couple inches, and Natsume licking at Junpei's shoulder, his neck.]
Good? [He's holding back, just barely, but he refuses to lose control and hurt Junpei.]
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There's no clumsiness, no awkward shuffling -- just the slick, pointed shape of the dragon cock sliding inside Junpei, like it has a mind of its own. There's a pause after a couple inches, and Natsume licking at Junpei's shoulder, his neck.]
Good? [He's holding back, just barely, but he refuses to lose control and hurt Junpei.]