[Blame Bad Dragon for having convincing enough designs. No one said Reno had to take it to the base, though he'll have to deal with the machine's thrusting by conveying to Bakugo whether more, less, steady, erratic, that kinda crap, since the blonde's gonna be the one controlling the dragon's pace.
Bakugo. Dragon Lord. Both are interlaced by now, to the point the hero's gonna be pissed at himself for getting so lost in the role when he gets off the set. Right now, he's completely interested in getting Reno positioned and moved beneath him, a breathless growl rumbling heat through the dragon's body. Saliva (lube) drools from his mouth, tongue passing over sharp teeth as he eyes the other man's position beneath him, even as his leg and tail leave off Reno's body enough to suggest he can move (later) if he wants.
Only to press a claw onto his back and drag down, catching the seam of Reno's garish outfit and slowly slitting it from his nape towards his ass. Good thing a fastener's there so he's not actually destroying the fabric. Bakugo lifts his tail and traces the side of its end along Reno's leg, playing over his calf to his knee to his thigh and back down, clearly "showing off" his prize to the camera, while keeping him contained enough to threaten anyone who might want to take Reno from him.] You're gonna need to prepare for this one. Hand.
[Before lowering his head to Reno's front side and opening his maw, saliva gleaming on his tongue and fanged jaws. Help yourself, man.]
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Bakugo. Dragon Lord. Both are interlaced by now, to the point the hero's gonna be pissed at himself for getting so lost in the role when he gets off the set. Right now, he's completely interested in getting Reno positioned and moved beneath him, a breathless growl rumbling heat through the dragon's body. Saliva (lube) drools from his mouth, tongue passing over sharp teeth as he eyes the other man's position beneath him, even as his leg and tail leave off Reno's body enough to suggest he can move (later) if he wants.
Only to press a claw onto his back and drag down, catching the seam of Reno's garish outfit and slowly slitting it from his nape towards his ass. Good thing a fastener's there so he's not actually destroying the fabric. Bakugo lifts his tail and traces the side of its end along Reno's leg, playing over his calf to his knee to his thigh and back down, clearly "showing off" his prize to the camera, while keeping him contained enough to threaten anyone who might want to take Reno from him.] You're gonna need to prepare for this one. Hand.
[Before lowering his head to Reno's front side and opening his maw, saliva gleaming on his tongue and fanged jaws. Help yourself, man.]