[Dreadwing is more than happy to give the predacon that encouragement, though it's not as though he could stop himself even if he wanted to. He shivers in helpless pleasure, claws tensing a little. If he's conscious of nothing else, he's conscious of the fact that he doesn't want to hurt Predaking, even accidentally in the throes of passion.
The touch of his companion's tail along his valve nearly undoes Dreadwing, wings flaring sharply up as a groan, loud and rough, escapes from him. He exvents a couple times, trying to calm enough to say something halfway coherent.]
... Once more?
[There's a shred of hopefulness in the request, though when he looks at Predaking it's with a little sheepishness even through the obvious want.]
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The touch of his companion's tail along his valve nearly undoes Dreadwing, wings flaring sharply up as a groan, loud and rough, escapes from him. He exvents a couple times, trying to calm enough to say something halfway coherent.]
... Once more?
[There's a shred of hopefulness in the request, though when he looks at Predaking it's with a little sheepishness even through the obvious want.]