[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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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.]