C Dragon Breeding Facility (Closed)

[Poppy]

Ceral wanted to tell Ivy to go slow, because despite the shitty way the scientists had forced his heat, he was still new with this. Instead of a confident, smug remark, Ceral only managed a feeble "gentle?", staring up at Ivy with seemingly glazed over eyes as if he was in some kind of trance. He'd always felt this way during his heat, as if nothing else mattered, but now that he had someone here to satisfy it, he just let it happen. And maybe that was a bad idea but he felt more willing to oblige than fight now.

"You're dirty," Ceral retorted, snickering childishly as he watched Ivy above him. His chest tightened when he felt Ivy's hand around him, and he unconsciously wiggled his hips a little in an attempt to get closer. Ceral kissed Ivy back greedily, craning his head forward so he wasn't straining to reach her from the ground.