[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.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.]
no subject
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!
no subject
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.]