[His mate is already moving against him so soon. Almost too soon, judging by the way he hisses and reflexively bucks into him in turn. It's fine. It's good. It's alright. Natsume is moving, and that means he's ready, doesn't it? It means there isn't any more use in delaying both of them their needs.
His teeth clamp down harder on the junction between shoulder and neck as he rocks himself into him. Slow at first, and then picking up the pace rapidly from there. He needs to mark him, to breed him, to show off to everyone else just who this newcomer belonged to. Nothing that will make sense in his mind later, but for now that's all it does.]
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His teeth clamp down harder on the junction between shoulder and neck as he rocks himself into him. Slow at first, and then picking up the pace rapidly from there. He needs to mark him, to breed him, to show off to everyone else just who this newcomer belonged to. Nothing that will make sense in his mind later, but for now that's all it does.]