[Bring up his "true form" and it'll happen. Secret script achievement!
Hey, Reno was pretty obvious about his preferences, and Bakugo respected it. Their occasional meeting ups over the months stayed in a comfortable direction. But damn, it both pissed him off and interested him when thoughts of the handsome Turk wriggled into his brain on his birthday. He was supposed to be focused on ignoring the House's bullshit on that day! Not remembering what Reno looked like half naked in the stretch body of a limousine. Linger sensations, intentions, wondering, a cobbled mixture of some shitty UST Bakugo isn't going to admit is sizzling under his mental scales as the Dragon Lord eyes his new mate. Bride. Husband. Fucking whatever title. He could say "fuck it" to the stupid role by now and get right into the better part.
But Reno's sticking to the part and Bakugo finds his determination attractive as it is annoying. Red eyes burn behind his choppy blonde bangs, flickering interest and ire as he stops on front of him and grabs onto the other man's chin. Caught between thumb and hooked forefinger, press-on claw pricking just under the rim of Reno's lower lip.]
Haa?! You've got a damn mouth for someone who could get eaten! [Tempting to blast Reno right across the room and onto said pile of furs and fabrics. Instead, he trades the man's chin for the back of his head, hand clapped above his nape and fingers digging into the drawn red strands. A harsh yank (and maybe a slight rise onto his toes) hauls Reno's mouth against his own, kissing him hard to shut the fuck up and get on with something way more interesting.]
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Hey, Reno was pretty obvious about his preferences, and Bakugo respected it. Their occasional meeting ups over the months stayed in a comfortable direction. But damn, it both pissed him off and interested him when thoughts of the handsome Turk wriggled into his brain on his birthday. He was supposed to be focused on ignoring the House's bullshit on that day! Not remembering what Reno looked like half naked in the stretch body of a limousine. Linger sensations, intentions, wondering, a cobbled mixture of some shitty UST Bakugo isn't going to admit is sizzling under his mental scales as the Dragon Lord eyes his new mate. Bride. Husband. Fucking whatever title. He could say "fuck it" to the stupid role by now and get right into the better part.
But Reno's sticking to the part and Bakugo finds his determination attractive as it is annoying. Red eyes burn behind his choppy blonde bangs, flickering interest and ire as he stops on front of him and grabs onto the other man's chin. Caught between thumb and hooked forefinger, press-on claw pricking just under the rim of Reno's lower lip.]
Haa?! You've got a damn mouth for someone who could get eaten! [Tempting to blast Reno right across the room and onto said pile of furs and fabrics. Instead, he trades the man's chin for the back of his head, hand clapped above his nape and fingers digging into the drawn red strands. A harsh yank (and maybe a slight rise onto his toes) hauls Reno's mouth against his own, kissing him hard to shut the fuck up and get on with something way more interesting.]