Ravensblood Forest there is lightning in this room, above our heads waiting to strike

He goes down, but not without a fight. He snaps continuously as Kratos slowly manages to force his front end toward the ground, snagging fur here and there but little else. He's ready to fling his weight to the side in an attempt to break the grasp his mate has on him, but something stops him. The warmth of a foreleg laid across his back changes the tone in an instant, and his earlier desires come rushing back to him. A breathless growl slips from him, and he goes still, though he stays tense in his efforts to keep at least his back end off the ground. It strikes him suddenly how suggestive this position is, and the heat spreading across him intensifies, leaving him shifting impatiently as he waits for Kratos to take advantage of it.