[Whatever he was expecting, that wasn't it. He goes rigid, gasping, internal mechanisms spasming and clenching around the sudden... well. Intrusion. It doesn't feel bad. It feels better than he ever expected, and the sudden pressure, the scrape and friction of the thrust leaves him immobile and speechless.]
[He's shaking. Frozen. Trying to make sound, but he can't. Every slight movement scrapes Predaking in further, or moves him against the... what is that? ... wedged inside.]
[There's a wordless little whine when the other's face presses to his neck, a low groan. One that quickly rises into a high-pitched cry when those hips begin to move, scraping, dragging down the clamped mechanisms trying to hold onto it, as tense as he is.]
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[He's shaking. Frozen. Trying to make sound, but he can't. Every slight movement scrapes Predaking in further, or moves him against the... what is that? ... wedged inside.]
[There's a wordless little whine when the other's face presses to his neck, a low groan. One that quickly rises into a high-pitched cry when those hips begin to move, scraping, dragging down the clamped mechanisms trying to hold onto it, as tense as he is.]