[If he can't blow through the locks, then he'll blast the damn chains to pieces and give Reno his limb's freedom. Should it become a hindrance/annoyance during their actions together. Bakugo isn't a fan of restraints in the first place, having been under them a number of times in his life and hating every damn instance. But there's a charm to these glittering gold bands around the Turk's wrists and collar, a heady rush o power to his head as he plays with the chain. A yank, a wind, able to move Reno's head and torso in slight ways with a few small motions.
Now's not the time to be asking any sort of history questions. Bakugo's having too much fun making the guy shiver with his mouth alone, not even bothering to use his hands at the moment. He's not touching him beyond this and he feels his arousal starting, coursing through his skin and veins with a hot run sizzling down to his fingertips. Tch, these fake claws are gonna be a pain soon, probably break off on the sheets or floor or wherever they end up doing it. He bites on the sensitive flesh, taking cartilage between his teeth and nibbling slightly.]
Use your legs, dumbass. [He even accounts for Reno's muscle memory, one hand sweeping to cup at his far shoulder and haul upward for countering any attempt at rolling out of the leg swipe. And just to spite those words shot at him, it's only a second before Bakugo shoves his free arm beneath the man's legs and hauls him up bridal style against his chest, bared muscles flexing in an impressive ripple of pectorals, biceps, and shoulders. Nice to know Reno's got his training; he'd've been pissed if he flopped like a damn fish on the ground.] I could drag you by your wrist like a corpse.
[And swings back towards the dais, heading towards the mass of crystals and its glass-smooth bowl instead of the mound of furs.]
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Now's not the time to be asking any sort of history questions. Bakugo's having too much fun making the guy shiver with his mouth alone, not even bothering to use his hands at the moment. He's not touching him beyond this and he feels his arousal starting, coursing through his skin and veins with a hot run sizzling down to his fingertips. Tch, these fake claws are gonna be a pain soon, probably break off on the sheets or floor or wherever they end up doing it. He bites on the sensitive flesh, taking cartilage between his teeth and nibbling slightly.]
Use your legs, dumbass. [He even accounts for Reno's muscle memory, one hand sweeping to cup at his far shoulder and haul upward for countering any attempt at rolling out of the leg swipe. And just to spite those words shot at him, it's only a second before Bakugo shoves his free arm beneath the man's legs and hauls him up bridal style against his chest, bared muscles flexing in an impressive ripple of pectorals, biceps, and shoulders. Nice to know Reno's got his training; he'd've been pissed if he flopped like a damn fish on the ground.] I could drag you by your wrist like a corpse.
[And swings back towards the dais, heading towards the mass of crystals and its glass-smooth bowl instead of the mound of furs.]