[i]'Well, he sounds calm at least. Not disturbed, not scared. . .'[/i] Taking a slow breath he replies softly, “I'm glad. I hope you slept we-” his voice is cut off however as suddenly he goes very stiff. His body trembles and a sharp gasp steals his ability to breath. No thoughts come to his mind as that hand continues to caress and pet the willing appendage and his grip on the dragon's shoulder tightens. His eyes snap shut and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. With the state his body has been in since he woke he is helpless against the feelings now coursing through his body and he begins to tremble as the tail loosens it's grip, moving towards the good feeling.

His breath finally returns to him but comes only in small gasps, punctuated by small whimpers and moans as every part of him seems ready to follow behind his tail's example and just enjoy tis other man's presence. He resist however, the only part of him really moving besides the tremble his tail, and that is doing it's best to make sure he has to put all of his effort into keeping himself from shamelessly crawling on top of the man. Tears squeeze their way out from beneath his tightly closed lids as he begs his body to not act on his impulses and assume that the man is trying to do anything but get the tail off his leg.