[ The whole thing might truly be a bit threatening if it weren't for two main factors: Fuuta is still Fuuta, and Narumi is still Narumi. No matter what they dress the boy up in, he's still the scrawny kid that is quick to complain, and no matter what feelings the costume tries to foist upon him, Narumi's own natural feelings are really tamping down the levels of fear and trembling that should be happening right now.
Though he is developing a pounding headache at the strain of the lack of compatibility.
The way that Fuuta sends him crashing to the ground probably isn't going to do much to help that pain either. Narumi grunts, barely able to hold back in the long string of choice words he has for the other man as he clambers on top of him, pinning him down in a way that Narumi feels he could easily upset. The claws might cut him up a little, but not enough that it would be an issue for Narumi to kick Fuuta off of him with ease.
As his body starts to tense up, determined to do just that, the armor around his limbs locks up, holding him in place despite his intentions, and leaving him nice and vulnerable for that tongue to swipe across his throat in a way that feels deliriously good, drawing a rough inhale out of him. ]
You think I'm afr--
[ He doesn't even get the full word out before it's choked off as his head throbs painfully, the armor discouraging him from actually trying to pick a fight with the dragon. Now isn't the time to bluster more, now is the time to sit back and let the "powerful" "scary" dragon have his way with him. ]
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Though he is developing a pounding headache at the strain of the lack of compatibility.
The way that Fuuta sends him crashing to the ground probably isn't going to do much to help that pain either. Narumi grunts, barely able to hold back in the long string of choice words he has for the other man as he clambers on top of him, pinning him down in a way that Narumi feels he could easily upset. The claws might cut him up a little, but not enough that it would be an issue for Narumi to kick Fuuta off of him with ease.
As his body starts to tense up, determined to do just that, the armor around his limbs locks up, holding him in place despite his intentions, and leaving him nice and vulnerable for that tongue to swipe across his throat in a way that feels deliriously good, drawing a rough inhale out of him. ]
You think I'm afr--
[ He doesn't even get the full word out before it's choked off as his head throbs painfully, the armor discouraging him from actually trying to pick a fight with the dragon. Now isn't the time to bluster more, now is the time to sit back and let the "powerful" "scary" dragon have his way with him. ]