[The logical part of Natsume -- which is a very small, negligible part at this point -- figures that the fox would allow for usually-improbable sexual exploits to happen without ill side effects. That's the only thing that explains how he can take Choso in one end and Junpei in the other and still walk around fine the next day. Sex magic.
Whatever the reason, he's not worried or concerned about how full his temporarily-smaller boyfriend is. There's no room for anything except satisfaction and pleasure and a smug triumph. The dragon part of him, loud and at the forefront, is nothing but delighted at how well he's bred his mate.
Natsume curls around Junpei, purring and cooing wordlessly, a happy furry noodle, even as his hips keep twitching and he keeps coming, slower, but unending, hot and thick. One clawed paw strokes over the round shape of Junpei's stomach, gentle, proud. Pure instinct, but the affection is there.]
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Whatever the reason, he's not worried or concerned about how full his temporarily-smaller boyfriend is. There's no room for anything except satisfaction and pleasure and a smug triumph. The dragon part of him, loud and at the forefront, is nothing but delighted at how well he's bred his mate.
Natsume curls around Junpei, purring and cooing wordlessly, a happy furry noodle, even as his hips keep twitching and he keeps coming, slower, but unending, hot and thick. One clawed paw strokes over the round shape of Junpei's stomach, gentle, proud. Pure instinct, but the affection is there.]