[ The goldscales' response is a short chuff--nothing confrontational, mostly just restless as the other's paws dig at him. It's nowhere near as bad as the sensitive trills going through him when he feels his tip press between them, worse when Vanitas' own cock slides against it and teases a few more inches out before Ven expects it.
The end result is an anxious snort as he drops his chin over Vanitas' shoulder, wings rustling with a lack of any other part of himself to move. He could rock back--but he's not sure if he's allowed to do that just yet. ]
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The end result is an anxious snort as he drops his chin over Vanitas' shoulder, wings rustling with a lack of any other part of himself to move. He could rock back--but he's not sure if he's allowed to do that just yet. ]