[Maybe it he ever becomes a half-dragon again, they'll get the chance to engage that interesting dragon kink? now, there is a dragon's body model in the wings covering a fuck machine if reno wants to go that implied direction Bakugo snaps and tugs the clasps and threads of his boot to loosen the item, then tugs it free and casually tosses it behind him with zero care. His second follows before he plants one hand on a crystal rim and quick-gallop-slings himself over, going almost full horizontal clearing it. A pleasant mixture of "whuff" and "squish" meet his hips and legs as he lands in the soft gel-like material and slides along its incline.
While he accepted people's decisions not to be with him thanks to his age, bringing it up as a negative always set him off and boom! explodes into yelling and snarls. Opinionated as ever. But no matter what the hotel encourages or influences him to do, Bakugo's never going to take advantage of someone or force himself on anyone, hence his question to Reno earlier. Too bad the guy missed out on the paint clone event, where he could've met Bakugo at a nice age of 24. (Hint hint... either years later and he's still no different in the attitude department.) But more on that later, when they're not settling in a crystaline bowl of abalone smooth squish.]
Haa? This is a bed, Mascara. You think only mattresses and frames count? [Taunting him as he stands up on the slippery surface, feet sinking into the memory-foam-like material if he bothers staying still for more than a second. He rolls one arm at the shoulder and heads towards Reno, half haughty, half stalking.]
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now, there is a dragon's body model in the wings covering a fuck machine if reno wants to go that implied directionBakugo snaps and tugs the clasps and threads of his boot to loosen the item, then tugs it free and casually tosses it behind him with zero care. His second follows before he plants one hand on a crystal rim and quick-gallop-slings himself over, going almost full horizontal clearing it. A pleasant mixture of "whuff" and "squish" meet his hips and legs as he lands in the soft gel-like material and slides along its incline.While he accepted people's decisions not to be with him thanks to his age, bringing it up as a negative always set him off and boom! explodes into yelling and snarls. Opinionated as ever. But no matter what the hotel encourages or influences him to do, Bakugo's never going to take advantage of someone or force himself on anyone, hence his question to Reno earlier. Too bad the guy missed out on the paint clone event, where he could've met Bakugo at a nice age of 24. (Hint hint... either years later and he's still no different in the attitude department.) But more on that later, when they're not settling in a crystaline bowl of abalone smooth squish.]
Haa? This is a bed, Mascara. You think only mattresses and frames count? [Taunting him as he stands up on the slippery surface, feet sinking into the memory-foam-like material if he bothers staying still for more than a second. He rolls one arm at the shoulder and heads towards Reno, half haughty, half stalking.]