Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

He focused, although it took little time once he began to find the best rhythm. Lashing his tail, Dio quietly staved off a growing nervousness too since it felt so misplaced in among all the just right.

Which, he supposed, was all just wanting to do right by her. She tended to do that to him and this wasn't so different, even if he could chase new heights of his own pleasure too all at once -- which he did, his warm breath on her nape and his grip firm but only just as much as he needed to be. She deserved the world, he knew. What he didn't know was what, exactly, would come of this. He wouldn't be considering the thought at great length now, not with his nose full of her heady scent and every sensation so focused on what she could do to him.. all he could do was get closer, bit by bit, until instinct got him to pick up the pace with a new, earnest vigor.

Nipping at her more fervently along the way, eventually matters culminated swiftly afterward, so he didn't rein anything in once he'd seen the other side of the tipping point. It all was a rush, leaving him breathless, quivering, and panting all at once. When the time was right and he'd gathered up enough sense to do so, he very carefully moved his weight off her. In regard to tender bits, he kept pressed close to her and found, quite happily, that the cold wasn't bothering him nearly as much. He'd found how he'd be keeping warm, evidently, because he knew that wouldn't be all that would be had; a plan that very much pleased his basal, virile brain.

He gave a soft, contented rumble as he angled his head towards her -- her fur disheveled, his scent and hers all tangled up together in this brand new way, he could never stop seeing this right here. Giving a huff, and splaying his ears, he did feel much better with that behind him so he smirked. "Let's find a place just for us  -- we can hole up and stay warm there before this weather gets worse. We don't even need much, since I think we can keep it cozy no matter.." His tail waved in anticipation, although he scrunched his nose when he could finally move away from her. He wiggled, then swung to nuzzle Portia's cheek in hope that it all appealed as much to her. "I love you," he added, more quietly with a gentler kiss for he was enamored with the notion of hiding away with her, just them, and continuing what they'd started.

*awkwardly and vaguely covers a lot of ground in one post at 4am uhhhm*