[What the hell kind of voyeurism is he planning to do in a sex resort?! Come get off while watching my boyfriend and i put away our clothes?!
As long as there's an active partner with those photos and texts, Bakugo believes it'll count. Sexting, video sexing, same kinda thing. Fucking with a distance between you. Whatever.
... if he ever realizes Hiyori meant in-person shows, he's gonna be momentarily stunned. That's a fucking jump! Didn't think he'd let someone basically threesome with their eyes.
At least no one's gonna remember these videos once they all go back home or the bird's strangled to submission. Bakugo's impatience is starting to grow from all the hesitation. Still unwilling to force himself on someone, his pride's chafing against mixing arousal and testy nature. If Hiyori won't-- or can't --do it, then he should just yeet him into the lava and move onto the next one! (Fake lava, of course.) A low rumbling growl vibrates through the air, yellow eyes narrowing and a slimy tongue dragging across his teeth with another coating of lubricant.
He's being surprisingly tolerant right now, though his head, tail, body, and claws are keeping Hiyori from scrambling away until he decides. Do it, or not. Thankfully he doesn't have an actual flamethrower in the dragon's maw. They'll CGI that shit in later, though a noise machine within will provide the audio.]
Finally. [A shuck of material, telltale and intimate as the cameras zoom in. Too bad Bakugo can't zoom his own screen in. He's stuck watching behind the dragon's head. Oh well. At least until Hiyori starts glowing like a start.] The hell?! [Shit, he thought the guy was being a dramatic flair! Why the hell is it suddenly turning into the replica of his world's Glowing Baby?! Bakugo jerks his head to the side, eyes clenching shut as the dragon's head recoils all the same. Wonder what the cameras are gonna think, suddenly getting blinded like that...
Well, no eyes get popped out, but the Dragon Lord certainly has his head averted and his eyes shut.]
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As long as there's an active partner with those photos and texts, Bakugo believes it'll count. Sexting, video sexing, same kinda thing. Fucking with a distance between you. Whatever.
... if he ever realizes Hiyori meant in-person shows, he's gonna be momentarily stunned. That's a fucking jump! Didn't think he'd let someone basically threesome with their eyes.
At least no one's gonna remember these videos once they all go back home or the bird's strangled to submission. Bakugo's impatience is starting to grow from all the hesitation. Still unwilling to force himself on someone, his pride's chafing against mixing arousal and testy nature. If Hiyori won't-- or can't --do it, then he should just yeet him into the lava and move onto the next one! (Fake lava, of course.) A low rumbling growl vibrates through the air, yellow eyes narrowing and a slimy tongue dragging across his teeth with another coating of lubricant.
He's being surprisingly tolerant right now, though his head, tail, body, and claws are keeping Hiyori from scrambling away until he decides. Do it, or not. Thankfully he doesn't have an actual flamethrower in the dragon's maw. They'll CGI that shit in later, though a noise machine within will provide the audio.]
Finally. [A shuck of material, telltale and intimate as the cameras zoom in. Too bad Bakugo can't zoom his own screen in. He's stuck watching behind the dragon's head. Oh well. At least until Hiyori starts glowing like a start.] The hell?! [Shit, he thought the guy was being a dramatic flair! Why the hell is it suddenly turning into the replica of his world's Glowing Baby?! Bakugo jerks his head to the side, eyes clenching shut as the dragon's head recoils all the same. Wonder what the cameras are gonna think, suddenly getting blinded like that...
Well, no eyes get popped out, but the Dragon Lord certainly has his head averted and his eyes shut.]