[There's a sound between a purr and a growl, and Natsume nudging his big dragon nose up against Junpei's chest.] I always want you. All the time.
[Too cold outside, even if Natsume's covered in fur, so he impatiently nudges Junpei towards the burrow. The entry is big and roomy, enough that even his big horse-sized dragon form fits. It'll do.
Because as soon as the door is shut, Natsume is pouncing, tail wrapping around Junpei again, grabbing at his clothes and tearing at them, impatient to get all the barriers out of the way. Stupid clothes.]
[ It’s a blessing that Choso is watching Go right now, because this is definitely not a scene the little Togepi needs to walk in on.
There’s a surprised squeal as his clothes are torn asunder, Junpei finding he’s much too turned on by how eager Natsume is to be upset about the loss. He writhes and bucks in the other’s grip, arousal full and bobbing between his easily spreading thighs. His skin is regularly marked with the various scratches and bites his boyfriends leave behind. It’s kind of exciting walking around day to day knowing the secrets beneath the fabric. A wild side someone might never guess he had. ]
[There's another of those purring growls, and Natsume's big, broad tongue slides out, gliding hot and wet from Junpei's thighs up over his stomach to his chest. Then again, leaving him messy, slick. It's gentle, though, no teeth, lingering over his boyfriend's bared skin. Natsume doesn't want to hurt him. He just wants to taste.
He's crouched over Junpei, like a predatory creature, his own arousal still hidden by all that fur. Longer, slicker, pointed and thick -- nothing Junpei can't handle, though. Another long, messy drag of his tongue, then Natsume manages in a thick, hungry voice:] Turn over.
[ The sensation of the tongue running up his body has Junpei’s fuzzy bunny toes curling and his body going rigid. It’s so long, so big! Not that it isn’t thrilling to make love to Natsume even when he’s smaller, but this is brand new and unexplored territory.
After taking a second to decide if he wants to be bratty or submissive, Junpei’s horniness wins out and he flips onto his belly, raising his fluffy tailed ass high in the air and bouncing it around with a playful smirk. In spite of all the sex they’ve had over the months that little hole remains as tantalizing and tight as ever, begging to be stretched out. ]
[Natsume's big long fluffy tail curls under and around Junpei, cushioning him from the cold tile of the entryway, the tip of it draping over his shoulders and tickling at his cheek again. Another drag of his tongue, this one over the curve of his boyfriend's cute upturned ass, then the small of his back. Honestly, he'd be content to just curl up and lick Junpei all over, until he's a shivering mess.
But they're both hard, and curiosity is driving Natsume forward, spurting he goes back to licking insistently, messy and deep at Junpei's hole, tongue probing and pressing as much as he can.] Yes. If you, ah -- help? I don't really have fingers.
[Help stretch yourself open, bunny. Natsume's big slick tongue will more than help lube the way.]
[ Again, in spite of all the sex they’ve had Junpei is still so, so sensitive every time. Even just the feeling of that thick tongue probing his hole has him gasping for breath. It twitches as he shakily brings his own fingers up to assist. He’s had to stretch himself before, especially when he still frequently employed the dildo he’d been given to help with his constant state of heat. His nimble fingers curl and prod, little whines escaping his lips as he prepares himself for a big insertion, scissoring his fingers even as it gets harder to concentrate. ]
[In their human forms, this is when Natsume would keep up a soft, reassuring stream of words, dirty and praising and affectionate. But in this form, more animal than human, he just purrs, thick rumbling sounds that vibrate through the long, slick movements on his tongue, around and between Junpei's scissoring fingers. Someone's gonna have to mop the floor after this, there's so much dragon drool, which is...not a sexy thought.
But all Natsume has right now are sexy thoughts, fully hard and unsheathed and dripping onto the ground. If Junpei has the presence of mind to look back, he can probably see how...different a dragon cock looks. Long and tapered from barely more than a fingers width at the tip to significantly more at the base. Last chance to back out...]
[ Junpei does look back, and actually lets out a moan at the sight of the unique cock. It makes him spread his legs out wider and finger himself more rapidly in excitement, his poor bunny brain already having entered the all too familiar slut mode. ]
[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.]
[ The feeling is incredible. The burn. The stretch. The sensation of being so full it almost makes it hard to think. There’s a visible bulge in Junpei’s lower abdomen from the cock, even at just a couple inches in. His hole flutters around the thick intrusion as he tries not to lose his mind totally just yet. He knows he needs to reassure Natsume. ]
[Natsume purrs approvingly, licking at Junpei's cheek as he slowly thrusts deeper inside. Inch by slow inch, the purr pitching up into a growl again. He stops frequently, letting Junpei adjust to how big the insertion is, tapering thicker and thicker.
Until finally, Natsume's fully inside, rumbling with pleased, triumphant purrs. He nuzzles and coos at Junpei's shoulders and his back and his cheek, approving and so, so proud.
[ Full. So full. The fullest he’s ever been in his life. He’s panting, eyes half-lidded as he brings a hand up to feel the bulge in his belly. He should probably be paying some attention to his own dick that’s rock hard and dribbling precum beneath him, but he’s in a daze over the feeling of maximum fullness.
And then, Natsume starts to move. Junpei's legs quiver like jelly as he does his best not to pass out from pleasure from essentially being used as a cocksleeve by his dragon boyfriend - and loving it. Loving the feeling of being impaled, of being entirely at the other’s whims should he so choose. Being a soundly bred little bunny by a huge, dangerous predator. ]
[Later, Natsume will find time to be embarrassed -- about the scandalous, lewd, taboo nature of this, about how wild and feral he feels, panting and growling as he thrusts hard down into his boyfriend. Now that he's sure it's not too much, that Junpei's not in pain, that he's not feeling anything but pure pleasure, Natsume doesn't bother holding back.
His nails dig into the ground, leaving claw marks on the smooth tile, hips working quick and punishing and deep, jackrabbit-fast. The fur does a lot to muffle any lewd noises, but there's still the sound of that long, thick, inhuman cock plunging inside Junpei's body over and over again. Not to mention the slick sound of dragon-tongue lolling against Junpei's bare shoulders.
There's the slightest brush of teeth too, at that old scar where neck and shoulder meet, an echo of that first time, all those months ago, before this home was theirs. Before everything, there were Natsume's hesitant kitten-licks at a fresh wound.]
[ The scar used to be a sore subject (pun not intended) for Junpei. Initially a reminder of the embarrassing circumstances under which he lost his virginity, but eventually becoming something that held more pleasant connections for him. It’s no longer a thing he wishes he could erase, and Natsume licking it only serves to fill his heart with warmth. It brought them together. It reminded him he was no longer alone. That he’d found his place. His aquarium.
Eventually he does remember his own cock, bringing a hand between his legs to stroke it in time with his boyfriend’s energetic thrusts. His stamina has vastly improved over months of frequent lovemaking, or else there was no way he’d be able to even hold out for a minute. As it is he’s making an effort not to lose himself too quickly, not only for the sake of his own pleasure but for Natsume’s.
His eyes are rolling back in his head, though, and he’s making the most adorable sounds. There’s no doubt he’s being satisfied. ]
[The predator in Natsume wants to bite down, leave marks scattered all over Junpei -- but big teeth are less pleasant than a big dick, so he just locks and nuzzles instead, tongue curling around his boyfriend's throat, sliding over to his cheek, his mouth. Like he wants to devour those cute, needy, gasping noises.
The thrusts are quicker now, that monstrous cock barely sliding free before plunging deeper inside, Natsume's clawed feet gouging at the ground. The rumbling purrs pitch up, needier and more desperate, and he manages in that thick, growling tone:] Can I -- inside you? Please?
[ His brain really is starting to float away by the time Natsume’s question finds his ears. His thighs trembling from the constant, sharp twinges of pleasure being delivered every time that monster cock hits his core. There’s a trail of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth he doesn’t even register.
His answer is a weak nod and words that are mostly a moan, his hand quickening on his cock at even the suggestion. ]
[There's an approving, rumbling sound, then one of those big clawed dragony paws curling around Junpei, holding onto him with -- actually sort of shocking ease. Like he is a toy, just for that wild, feral, ferocious part of the dragon to get off.
That thought alone is enough to prompt Natsume into growling thickly and thrusting forward wildly, frantically, before finally releasing. It's hot and thick and smells faintly of cinnamon and there is so. So. Much. Clearly dragons want to make sure that when they breed, it's successful every time, because there is a lot of cum.]
[ It’s well established one of the things Junpei loves the most is having his boyfriends cum inside of him. There’s something so addictive about the feeling - a sudden sticky, hot shot going deep. On more than one occasion he’d had both Natsume and Choso finish off inside of him in short succession. It was pure bliss feeling them pull out with a wet pop, sending little trickles of seed running down his hole.
This was above and beyond even that amazing sensation.
He lets out a surprised cry as he feels his abdomen swell with the volume of cum being emptied into him. It’s enough to trigger his own orgasm, an almost laughable couple spurts compared to what’s filling him.
Even when he should be afraid … he only feels more blissed out than he ever has in his entire life. ]
[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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There’s the cutest little giggle as the fluffy tip of that tail tickles him and he makes the barest effort to try and wiggle away from it. ]
I guess … we can try …
[ He squeezes his thighs together as a zap of wanton runs down his spine just imagining the stretch, fingers running through the soft dragon fur. ]
If you really want to.
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[Too cold outside, even if Natsume's covered in fur, so he impatiently nudges Junpei towards the burrow. The entry is big and roomy, enough that even his big horse-sized dragon form fits. It'll do.
Because as soon as the door is shut, Natsume is pouncing, tail wrapping around Junpei again, grabbing at his clothes and tearing at them, impatient to get all the barriers out of the way. Stupid clothes.]
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There’s a surprised squeal as his clothes are torn asunder, Junpei finding he’s much too turned on by how eager Natsume is to be upset about the loss. He writhes and bucks in the other’s grip, arousal full and bobbing between his easily spreading thighs. His skin is regularly marked with the various scratches and bites his boyfriends leave behind. It’s kind of exciting walking around day to day knowing the secrets beneath the fabric. A wild side someone might never guess he had. ]
Ah! Natsume! Calm down!
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He's crouched over Junpei, like a predatory creature, his own arousal still hidden by all that fur. Longer, slicker, pointed and thick -- nothing Junpei can't handle, though. Another long, messy drag of his tongue, then Natsume manages in a thick, hungry voice:] Turn over.
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After taking a second to decide if he wants to be bratty or submissive, Junpei’s horniness wins out and he flips onto his belly, raising his fluffy tailed ass high in the air and bouncing it around with a playful smirk. In spite of all the sex they’ve had over the months that little hole remains as tantalizing and tight as ever, begging to be stretched out. ]
Are you sure it can fit?
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But they're both hard, and curiosity is driving Natsume forward, spurting he goes back to licking insistently, messy and deep at Junpei's hole, tongue probing and pressing as much as he can.] Yes. If you, ah -- help? I don't really have fingers.
[Help stretch yourself open, bunny. Natsume's big slick tongue will more than help lube the way.]
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[ Again, in spite of all the sex they’ve had Junpei is still so, so sensitive every time. Even just the feeling of that thick tongue probing his hole has him gasping for breath. It twitches as he shakily brings his own fingers up to assist. He’s had to stretch himself before, especially when he still frequently employed the dildo he’d been given to help with his constant state of heat. His nimble fingers curl and prod, little whines escaping his lips as he prepares himself for a big insertion, scissoring his fingers even as it gets harder to concentrate. ]
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But all Natsume has right now are sexy thoughts, fully hard and unsheathed and dripping onto the ground. If Junpei has the presence of mind to look back, he can probably see how...different a dragon cock looks. Long and tapered from barely more than a fingers width at the tip to significantly more at the base. Last chance to back out...]
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N-Natsume …! Fuck me … ah! I want it …
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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.]
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Nnn … so good … you feel so good! I love you … !
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Until finally, Natsume's fully inside, rumbling with pleased, triumphant purrs. He nuzzles and coos at Junpei's shoulders and his back and his cheek, approving and so, so proud.
And then he starts to move.]
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And then, Natsume starts to move. Junpei's legs quiver like jelly as he does his best not to pass out from pleasure from essentially being used as a cocksleeve by his dragon boyfriend - and loving it. Loving the feeling of being impaled, of being entirely at the other’s whims should he so choose. Being a soundly bred little bunny by a huge, dangerous predator. ]
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His nails dig into the ground, leaving claw marks on the smooth tile, hips working quick and punishing and deep, jackrabbit-fast. The fur does a lot to muffle any lewd noises, but there's still the sound of that long, thick, inhuman cock plunging inside Junpei's body over and over again. Not to mention the slick sound of dragon-tongue lolling against Junpei's bare shoulders.
There's the slightest brush of teeth too, at that old scar where neck and shoulder meet, an echo of that first time, all those months ago, before this home was theirs. Before everything, there were Natsume's hesitant kitten-licks at a fresh wound.]
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Eventually he does remember his own cock, bringing a hand between his legs to stroke it in time with his boyfriend’s energetic thrusts. His stamina has vastly improved over months of frequent lovemaking, or else there was no way he’d be able to even hold out for a minute. As it is he’s making an effort not to lose himself too quickly, not only for the sake of his own pleasure but for Natsume’s.
His eyes are rolling back in his head, though, and he’s making the most adorable sounds. There’s no doubt he’s being satisfied. ]
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The thrusts are quicker now, that monstrous cock barely sliding free before plunging deeper inside, Natsume's clawed feet gouging at the ground. The rumbling purrs pitch up, needier and more desperate, and he manages in that thick, growling tone:] Can I -- inside you? Please?
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His answer is a weak nod and words that are mostly a moan, his hand quickening on his cock at even the suggestion. ]
Y-yes! I need it! Give it all to me!
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That thought alone is enough to prompt Natsume into growling thickly and thrusting forward wildly, frantically, before finally releasing. It's hot and thick and smells faintly of cinnamon and there is so. So. Much. Clearly dragons want to make sure that when they breed, it's successful every time, because there is a lot of cum.]
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This was above and beyond even that amazing sensation.
He lets out a surprised cry as he feels his abdomen swell with the volume of cum being emptied into him. It’s enough to trigger his own orgasm, an almost laughable couple spurts compared to what’s filling him.
Even when he should be afraid … he only feels more blissed out than he ever has in his entire life. ]
N-Naaaah … ! Ahh!
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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.]