[with another short, sharp growl--and what might have been a hissed curse without much breath to spare for it--Irahl's neck arches his head back, and the motion continues all the way down his spine. and maybe it's the fact that Robin is pinning his hips down that then provokes him further, because dragons are not known for sitting passive in situations like this.
there's always an element of ferocity when it comes to these monsters, and something small in the back of the dragon's mind is angry. he's too intoxicated to ever recognize the thought, but he's mad that he's here. he's furious at how incredible this feels--and how this is exactly the kind of escape that he'd been searching for all night.
finally, in this moment, he doesn't have to think. he simply can't. there's nothing in his head but a steady pulse of light and fire. he can't remember where this had started, or how it had gotten this far. he feels consumed, and he doesn't have to look at Robin's face. like this, he can even forget about the other man's eyes, and all of the horrible things that he'd said.
it's perfect. and he can't sit still.
but when he finds his hips trapped, cornered, the momentum has to go somewhere else. so, a compulsive hand suddenly reaches down, claws rake over Robin's scalp, and the dragon grabs.]
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there's always an element of ferocity when it comes to these monsters, and something small in the back of the dragon's mind is angry. he's too intoxicated to ever recognize the thought, but he's mad that he's here. he's furious at how incredible this feels--and how this is exactly the kind of escape that he'd been searching for all night.
finally, in this moment, he doesn't have to think. he simply can't. there's nothing in his head but a steady pulse of light and fire. he can't remember where this had started, or how it had gotten this far. he feels consumed, and he doesn't have to look at Robin's face. like this, he can even forget about the other man's eyes, and all of the horrible things that he'd said.
it's perfect. and he can't sit still.
but when he finds his hips trapped, cornered, the momentum has to go somewhere else. so, a compulsive hand suddenly reaches down, claws rake over Robin's scalp, and the dragon grabs.]