[His tugs are weaker now, as he pulls on the leash binding his hands; without Adrian actively touching him, it's less about being overwhelmed and more just a reflex as he winds back down into a comfortable holding pattern and watching to see what comes next.
Tamed, he thinks a little wryly, and swallows hard to feel the press of the collar around his throat again. That's a good word for it, isn't it? He's not misbehaving anymore. He's just waiting, patient, good boy.
And he's watching. Adrian is so beautiful in his eyes; he never gets tired of looking. He even manages not to grit his teeth or huff his possessive dissatisfaction at the sight of the still-red marks that cut through his skin. They'll fix that later, courtesy of Trevor. Right now, he smothers the dragon's urge to have a tantrum about the damage done to something his.
...Hm. That's an interesting feeling. Possessive dragon and obedient pet, all mixed together into one.
He's preoccupied enough with his thoughts that he doesn't quite notice the change at first, not until he's watching Adrian get his trousers open and starting to think about what this new reward he's been promised might be, and he did only say "soon" so maybe he's going to have to earn it by sucking his dick or something and —
Oh.
Hm.
He...didn't know Adrian could —]
...Huh.
[The unexpectedness of the change jostles his brain out of its sleepy haze, bringing his awareness back up into something sharper and less pliant, and he quirks his eyebrows at Adrian as he's getting into position over his chest.]
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Tamed, he thinks a little wryly, and swallows hard to feel the press of the collar around his throat again. That's a good word for it, isn't it? He's not misbehaving anymore. He's just waiting, patient, good boy.
And he's watching. Adrian is so beautiful in his eyes; he never gets tired of looking. He even manages not to grit his teeth or huff his possessive dissatisfaction at the sight of the still-red marks that cut through his skin. They'll fix that later, courtesy of Trevor. Right now, he smothers the dragon's urge to have a tantrum about the damage done to something his.
...Hm. That's an interesting feeling. Possessive dragon and obedient pet, all mixed together into one.
He's preoccupied enough with his thoughts that he doesn't quite notice the change at first, not until he's watching Adrian get his trousers open and starting to think about what this new reward he's been promised might be, and he did only say "soon" so maybe he's going to have to earn it by sucking his dick or something and —
Oh.
Hm.
He...didn't know Adrian could —]
...Huh.
[The unexpectedness of the change jostles his brain out of its sleepy haze, bringing his awareness back up into something sharper and less pliant, and he quirks his eyebrows at Adrian as he's getting into position over his chest.]
You, uh.
[Oh. Hmm. That's...that's, wow, he's wet. Holy fuck.]
...So. Wolf, bat, and disappearing dick?