The dragon's hips rock forward in one slow, deliberate thrust, his tail swaying behind him as his claws grip the other's waist, the wet scales of his abdomen pressing against the other's buttocks with each push. Soft warm sunlight from the upper left glistens on his damp body. Sound: wet, rhythmic slapping of skin and scales, [lowly] "stay still." no censorship, stable face, no distortion, no jitter, clean loop.